Rayden closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall. He actually wished that Shinnok had broken his back, if he were paralyzed then he could not feel the pain they would inflict.
He sighed to himself; it was apparent that the Elder Gods were not going to interfere.
He tried for hours to let himself drift away from the pain and the anguish, but there was no way he could rest knowing that any minute his so called 'relatives' would come in, dragging him out for his daily beating. No way he could rest with the pain.
Suddenly Rayden raised his head, a thought flashed through his mind. That could be the way! Could he do that? "It's all I can do, besides Fujin is already chosen to succeed me if I die. It's the only way." Rayden, the God of Thunder, finally thought of a way to end the pain. He must act the next time Kahn comes to retrieve him. Sense his body is mortal now, he has the ability to die, and there are always things far worse than death. He decided that when Kahn came the next time, that he was going to do it. At least he could finally see his friends again.
That thought made him smile, for the first time in what seemed like eternity, he actually smiled. "I can't wait to see them." He said in a whisper before falling asleep. Unlike the other times, this time it was not plagued with nightmares.
Rayden was jarred awake with a violent punch to the midsection. "Bastard, wake up!" His eyes snapped open. He groaned groggily, his head still hung low. Roughly, Kahn grabbed him by the chin, lifting Rayden's head up. "Father said I could have a little more fun." He pulled the whip from his holster, letting it dangle meancily in front of his brother's face.
Rayden cleared his voice enough to speak. "My father and you will not treat me like this anymore!" Kahn stepped back slightly not expecting such harsh words from him. He replaced his shock with anger. "Brat! How dare you speak like that!"
Kahn knew that Rayden didn't have enough strength to back up such words, he didn't even have enough strength to stand up. Kahn began unlocking the chains, letting the helpless man crumple to the floor.
Rayden painfully pushed himself up onto his knees, staring up at is brother. "So now you're on your knees begging like the weak pathetic fool that you are!"
But Rayden didn't listen to him; instead he stared at the dagger that hung on Kahn's belt. This is it, no turning back.
He sighed to himself; it was apparent that the Elder Gods were not going to interfere.
He tried for hours to let himself drift away from the pain and the anguish, but there was no way he could rest knowing that any minute his so called 'relatives' would come in, dragging him out for his daily beating. No way he could rest with the pain.
Suddenly Rayden raised his head, a thought flashed through his mind. That could be the way! Could he do that? "It's all I can do, besides Fujin is already chosen to succeed me if I die. It's the only way." Rayden, the God of Thunder, finally thought of a way to end the pain. He must act the next time Kahn comes to retrieve him. Sense his body is mortal now, he has the ability to die, and there are always things far worse than death. He decided that when Kahn came the next time, that he was going to do it. At least he could finally see his friends again.
That thought made him smile, for the first time in what seemed like eternity, he actually smiled. "I can't wait to see them." He said in a whisper before falling asleep. Unlike the other times, this time it was not plagued with nightmares.
Rayden was jarred awake with a violent punch to the midsection. "Bastard, wake up!" His eyes snapped open. He groaned groggily, his head still hung low. Roughly, Kahn grabbed him by the chin, lifting Rayden's head up. "Father said I could have a little more fun." He pulled the whip from his holster, letting it dangle meancily in front of his brother's face.
Rayden cleared his voice enough to speak. "My father and you will not treat me like this anymore!" Kahn stepped back slightly not expecting such harsh words from him. He replaced his shock with anger. "Brat! How dare you speak like that!"
Kahn knew that Rayden didn't have enough strength to back up such words, he didn't even have enough strength to stand up. Kahn began unlocking the chains, letting the helpless man crumple to the floor.
Rayden painfully pushed himself up onto his knees, staring up at is brother. "So now you're on your knees begging like the weak pathetic fool that you are!"
But Rayden didn't listen to him; instead he stared at the dagger that hung on Kahn's belt. This is it, no turning back.