So many mistakes regarding my timeline and Sub-zero's age in chapter 1, then my internet's down briefly. To compensate for my lapse, here's chapter 2.
Jillian slowly regains consciousness then becomes wide awake when she sees a man facing away in front of her. Her gasp of surprise is muffled by the man's hand covering her mouth. The man turned his head towards her and pursed his lips as a gesture to keep quiet. Jillian's not needed to be instructed again when footsteps and sounds of machinery are heard not too far from where they're hiding. Without removing his hand from Jillian's mouth, the man turned his head away from her again as the sounds are coming closer, giving Jillian an opportunity to wonder and study him.
Jillian realized she's resting against the man's body, the bag of apples are on her stomach. Her head is on the man's left shoulder, her knees and lower back are supported by his thighs, his right arm encircled her slim waist and his left hand covered her mouth.
About the man, Jillian realized he's so muscular judging by the feel of his hard muscles. The man is strong, too but the way he holds her is surprisingly gentle and warm. She remembers the quick glance she have about his face. The man is around his mid-thirties, has black hair swept back, a blue mask covering his mouth and nose, and dark eyes filled with alert and resolve. Jillian thinks the man is in his prime, a real man compared to her lanky ex-suitor.
Jillian's pulled back to reality when the machinery sounds faded from the background and the man slowly lifts his hand from her mouth.
"We're safe." the serious man said before turning to Jillian. "Forgive me for... Handling you like this. It's the only way I know to prevent you from screaming and give away our hiding place."
Jillian looks at the man, tongue-tied on what to reply. "I... I-It's okay. I'm fine." she manages to say.
The man slightly nods his head before standing. After that, he gently puts Jillian on her feet.
Jillian studies the man as she holds the bag of apples close to her chest, remembering what happened to her before losing consciousness. "... You. I think I remember you. You saved me."
"I did." her rescuer answers. "You needn't worry about those men. I made sure they won't hurt another innocent soul. And I can't leave you there alone so I carried you."
The way he said his words brings chills on Jillian's spine but she puts on a smile. "Thank you for coming to my rescue." she gratefully said.
"You're welcome. I'll accompany you to a safe place before I leave."
The man removes pieces of lumber and plastic until an exit is created. He sticks out his head to check the surroundings before going out the hiding place, with Jillian following behind.
As they walk, Jillian notices her rescuer's physique and clothes. He's really tall, more than six feet, and she was right that he's muscular and broad shouldered. The clothes are somewhat traditional, a blue ninja garb minus the sleeves and kunais strapped on his waist. She guesses that her rescuer is a warrior of a secret organization. To a normal person, such things are science fiction. But with the terrorists groups using advance technology and having members with exceptional abilities such as Red and Black Dragon, and the Netherrealm War that happened years ago, science fiction has become a reality. Getting uneasy now, Jillian uses her gift to know the man's intentions or feelings.
Jillian sensed the man intends to keep his word in accompanying her to a safe place before leaving. Then she transfers her attention in studying him. She sensed that he has a good heart but his soul is troubled. A soul tormented with great remorse and sorrow. He hides his feelings well with an uncaring facade but deep inside he's hurting. The man's feelings are genuine, it makes Jillian's caring nature overcome her uneasiness. When her rescuer stopped, she stops, too. Jillian never needed her gift to know that something's wrong. It's clear to see that the man became alert.
Her rescuer turns to Jillian. "We must flee." with quick reflexes, he scoops Jillian in his arms and starts running.
Jillian's too surprised to make a gasp, she keeps silent as her rescuer runs through alleys and abandoned buildings. Jillian then uses her gift and sensed that there are twenty men with intentions of capturing her rescuer just ten kilometers away from them, and getting farther until she can't sense them anymore. Jillian knows they're safe yet the man carrying her continues to run.
"I think we lost them. You can stop running now." said Jillian.
"Better be sure than sorry." replies the man.
"Oh, stop! That's my inn! The one with a green sign!" Jillian said as she spotted the building not too far from their position.
"I'll drop you near a street then leave you. I'm sorry that I almost dragged you with my problems." said the man as he goes towards the inn.
Jillian surprised herself when she unconsciously answered. "Let me help you."
The man stops in an empty alley and looks at Jillian, raising an eyebrow laced with skepticism. "Oh? What can you do to stop my enemies?"
Jillian blushes in embarrassment when she felt insulted by her rescuer. But she wanted to help the man and so she answers him. "I can't fight but I can give you shelter. It's already late and you need rest to conserve energy if you intend to lose the people chasing you... And it's all I can repay you for saving me."
The man looks at Jillian's blushing and worried face for a while before answering. "A sound reason. Very well. But I won't go with you in the entrance. Tell me the location of your room and I'll enter through the window."
"Third floor near the exit stairs and an empty alley."
"Got it."
The man found the alley that Jillian talks about. After he puts her on her feet, he blends in with the shadows. Without wasting time, Jillian walks fast and enters the inn through the entrance door.
IMO, spirit and soul are connected to each other and rarely separated, but differs a lot. A spirit is mostly consisted of abilities/skills or actions (ex. fly, sing, dance). A soul however, is more of a person's free-will/mind and emotions.