All was quiet in Johnny Cage's Malibu penthouse, moonlight filtered through the blinds and fell on the actions stars peaceful features.
It was the first rest the actor had in days as the events out Shao Khan's invasion weighed heavily on his mind. However eventually the body asserted control and Johnny slept like the dead.
Dead. Like Liu and Lao. Kitana, Jax and Jade. Almost all of Raiden's chosen were just… gone. Not even that though! Raiden said that the others weren't even at rest because that creepy albino guy Quan Chi turned them into, what was it Remnants? Whatever, his own undead posse.
His face twisted at the thought. He wouldn't call any of them friends but a primal something just didn't sit right with the people he fought beside, saved the world with were... twisted.
The actors slumber wasn't so deep anymore, hovering in that area where one is fully aware they're dreaming and refuses to wake up.
He needed to see this.
Nightwolf went down first, not permanently but Sindel definitely broke something collarbone maybe.
Next he got his bell rung and watched her stomp through Kabal's throat before everything went black.
And finally there was Liu, scorched almost beyond recognition dying in the arms of the god who almost cried.
God. Should he even use that word?
No, no. He was being unfair. Raiden felt the loss as much as any of them.
He tried.
But they were all still dead.