Disclaimer: T'aint mine: the characters and basic plot from the games belong to Ed Boon and Midway as well as New Line Cinema and all those folks who worked to make the most excellent movie Mortal Kombat. The only thing I own is what the characters dobecause who else would come up with this whacky stuff, hmmm?
Mortal Kombat II
Chapter Five: Rescue
Lucky for me Sheeva isn't a very good guard, Sonya thought, her attention focused on the chains that held her captive to the dungeon wall. In her captor's absence, Sonya had quickly begun gathering her assets and determining her chances of escape.
The only real weapon she had was the extra length of chain that hung beside her. Must not entertain a lot of two-armed prisoners. The additional chain was no doubt meant to hold the additional arms of Shokan miscreants.
And since Kintaro and Sheeva held such a low opinion of those with fewer arms, they obviously didn't consider the empty shackles to be a threat.
Now to get Sheeva close enough for this to be effective, she mused. She'd gathered quite a bit of slack from the additional chains and would have to wait for an opportunity to use it. She should be done spectating soon. There isn't a whole lot to watch once the fighting begins.
As if on cue, Sheeva entered, just as ugly as ever. She sneered at Sonya. "Cage is a fine specimen." she said, openly drooling. "I cannot possibly imagine what a fine warrior like him would desire in you."
"For one, I remember to cook my meat before I eat it." Sonya said, disappointed at the total miss her zinger took. Figures she'd find nothing wrong with raw meat. She tried another. "Isn't Kintaro going to be a little upset that you're not cheering for him?"
The Shokan glared at her. "Kintaro does not need my 'cheers' to assist his victory. It is sad that you will not be there to support your mate when he falls." She crossed all four arms in front of her and smiled smugly.
Eager to wipe that look of satisfaction off her tormentor's face, Sonya reminded Sheeva of the fact that Johnny had already beaten one Shokan--and it was common knowledge that Kintaro was a far second to Goro.
Sadly, Sheeva didn't rise to the bait and made herself comfortable in Kintaro's throne-sized chair. "It doesn't matter if Cage wins or not. This Tournament means nothing."
Sonya was surprised by that. Sheeva and Kintaro had gone through an awful lot of trouble to lure Johnny into fighting a tournament that didn't mean anything. She said as much to her captor.
Sheeva smiledwell, her lips pulled back in what kind of resembled a smile but was ruined by the hideous lack of dental workat Sonya. "A great ruse to get you and your friends out of the Emperor's way while he reclaims his bride."
"Shao Kahn's getting married, too? It's not even June." Sonya joked, hoping to keep Sheeva talking while she rethought her escape plan.
"Fool." Sheeva hissed. "Shao Kahn is reclaiming Queen Sindel from your realm, where she has lived for the past generation awaiting his return."
"The Emperor can't enter the Earth Realmwe won the Tournament."
Sheeva stalked toward Sonya and towered over her.
"Shao Kahn can enter your realm for the purpose of claiming his bride." She hissed, her breath hot and sticky on Sonya's face. "But once there he will destroy it as he has all those worlds who have failed to bow before him."
As the Shokan's words registered, Sonya felt the blood drain from her face with the cold realization that they'd all been played like puppets.
"I could put you out of your misery now." Sheeva offered. "You could die with only the knowledge that your world will endnot the reality of it."
"Thanks," Sonya answered, "but now thanks." She immediately swung the slack of chain she'd collected around the Shokan.
Sheeva tried to jump back, but with her arms pinned to her sides by the chain, she couldn't get enough momentum to leap. Sonya smiled grimly as she tilted her head back.
"Good night, Sheeva." she said as she brought her forehead crashing into the hulking chunk of cranium that supposedly housed Sheeva's brain.
Following the twists and turns of the Underground, Johnny nearly shouted with relief when he finally came to a door that could only be the entrance to the dungeon. Granted, it was hard to tell the way these Outworld types decorated everything with skulls and cross-bones, but he had a definite feeling his wife was to be found behind the imposing entrance
He debated briefly on methods of entry
and decided against the subtle approach. This was his chance to
do the old "rescue of the damsel in distress" routine,
and every the critics agreed he was one of the best when it came
to damsel rescues.
Backing up a few paces, he ran at the door and kicked his leg
out at the last second to send the ancient barrier flying off
it's hinges into the darkened dungeon within.
Following the door, Johnny continued his charge with an impressive show of kicks and twists to land on top of the platform he created for himself.
His hands in a defensive stance, he scanned the area for the impending danger...
...and was greeted by the sound of clapping.
"Could you do that again?" his wife asked, "But this time with a bit more grunt and less yell?"
"Sonya!" he exclaimed, running toward his blushing bridestilled gowned in the designer wedding dress. As he neared, he stopped and wondered why she wasn't as excited to see him as he was her.
"Isn't this the part where we run toward each other in slow motion and share a passionate embrace?" he asked, glancing around for signs of a trap.
Sonya smiled in appreciation for her husband's cautiona trait he usually ignored. "Normally I would like nothing better than to rush toward you for a passionate embrace" she held up her still-shackled hands and indicated the keys laying next to Sheeva's unconscious form on the stone floor, "but my escape didn't go exactly as planned."
Johnny grabbed the keys and smiled as he unchained Sonya. "Well, at least you left some of the rescue for me."
Sonya wrapped her arms around her husband and allowed him to pick her up in his enthusiasm to hug her. "As much as I would love to kiss you and deflate that ego of yours a bit, we have to get the Hell out of here." She quickly ran through the exit.
He followed. "What's going on?"
Turning a corner, she yelled back to her husband. "The end of the world."
