Rayden sat on the floor, his knees tightly hugged against his chest.
His once white robe was ragged, splotches of Old and new blood turned it
into a sickly pale pink. His once beautiful long, white, hair was matted
with blood and dirt. The hair hung in front of his face, his hair looked
as if it hadn't been washed in years.
Rayden the Once Mighty God of Thunder could hear footsteps outside his cell. He held unto his knees even tighter. "No." He let out a ragged whisper. "Please, no."
The beaten man sighed in relief didn't stop at the door to his prison. The footsteps echoed down the long hallway.
Just as Rayden rested his head on his knees, the door violently swung open. Rayden's head jerked up, his clear eyes widening in fear. Rayden tried to press himself harder against the wall as he stared at the deity that stood in the doorway, Shao Khan.
"Hi, Brother!" Rayden's brother stood in the doorway, grinning evilly. "Get up, Brother. It's time to go." Rayden stood shakily, he did not want to have to deal with his brother or Father's wrath. Rayden tried to stand up straight but he fell back against the wall. He whimpered in pain as the deep cuts and bruises on his back hit the wall. Rayden slid down to the floor. Tears of pain ran down his scarred and dirty cheeks, his skin was so dirty that the tears made the dirt run down his face.
His brother growled in frustration. "Quit stalling! You're just making this harder on yourself!" Rayden still didn't move, even after his brother's outburst. He let his body slightly sag against the wall, trying in vain to ease the mind-numbing pain that coursed through his entire being.
"I said get up!" Kahn screamed at the top of his lungs. "NOW!" Mercilessly, Kahn stood over his fallen brother; he reached down grabbing Rayden by the front of his ragged robe, snatching His head back. The pain that throbbed through his head was so painful that he could barely open his eyes.
Shao Kahn brought Rayden up eye-level with him. "I'll drag you into the throne room if I have too!"
Rayden the Once Mighty God of Thunder could hear footsteps outside his cell. He held unto his knees even tighter. "No." He let out a ragged whisper. "Please, no."
The beaten man sighed in relief didn't stop at the door to his prison. The footsteps echoed down the long hallway.
Just as Rayden rested his head on his knees, the door violently swung open. Rayden's head jerked up, his clear eyes widening in fear. Rayden tried to press himself harder against the wall as he stared at the deity that stood in the doorway, Shao Khan.
"Hi, Brother!" Rayden's brother stood in the doorway, grinning evilly. "Get up, Brother. It's time to go." Rayden stood shakily, he did not want to have to deal with his brother or Father's wrath. Rayden tried to stand up straight but he fell back against the wall. He whimpered in pain as the deep cuts and bruises on his back hit the wall. Rayden slid down to the floor. Tears of pain ran down his scarred and dirty cheeks, his skin was so dirty that the tears made the dirt run down his face.
His brother growled in frustration. "Quit stalling! You're just making this harder on yourself!" Rayden still didn't move, even after his brother's outburst. He let his body slightly sag against the wall, trying in vain to ease the mind-numbing pain that coursed through his entire being.
"I said get up!" Kahn screamed at the top of his lungs. "NOW!" Mercilessly, Kahn stood over his fallen brother; he reached down grabbing Rayden by the front of his ragged robe, snatching His head back. The pain that throbbed through his head was so painful that he could barely open his eyes.
Shao Kahn brought Rayden up eye-level with him. "I'll drag you into the throne room if I have too!"