He speaks to us.
He knows what we are.
Black. White. Grey lines of static traced carelessly up the flesh of the television screen. It hissed back at the child laid out before it in a low growl. Teeth gnashed, eyes white and cast down upon the child as he slept.
They don't really care about you.
Beat you. Bash you. We are now God to you.
Short black hair, pale complexion from the white light of the screen's hand that held the child closer and closer each day. The boy was perhaps seven, nothing more than a cub, nothing more than mush in his head and the concept of the world around him equally mush.
The beating of the drums from the room behind him became almost a heartbeat that helped to lull him to sleep.
There's a tumor inside you.
Give it to me.
Fast sleep as the rain drowned the brain. His dark eyes split wide only when a loud bang came from the room behind. A scream. More banging. He knew well enough to stare at the screen, for he knew how it felt to be alone.
How does it feel?
The screen, like a stranger in Moscow, lifted the child to it. The voice dry and hoarse, like the static hiss it spoke to him, but not from the screen.
Let them see me.
The child, frozen in fear as his complexion remained pale even when leaned back from the screen. Not from the voice, but the ramifications of such command that crawled into his skull.
"Tāmen huì jíbài wǒ" The child answered.
We will kill them together.
Open the door.
She rode him slow, arms on his shoulders and thighs spread across his hips. Bare and their urges in disregard of all else, she almost couldn't hear the creek of the door for the scream of her getting pulled by the hair.
He noticed.
In the dark, that tiny silhouette before the glow of the screen in the room flared his anger as his flesh did inside her.
She screamed, pushed off and began a coarse howl at the motionless child. The man beneath her swung off the bed to swing for the child.
He turned the light on and in that grandiose flash of yellow stain that spilled over them all, he reared his fist back, only to find his body rush back behind it in horror.
The scream of anger crawled up into curdling and her regard for bare flesh fell to the floor with the child's body.
A dried corpse before them, they watched on as a the white light escaped from the skull of the child and formed a blood red and black form of a tall, mummified creature that stared blankly at them through green illuminations where eyes should have been.
"We know everything." Ermac spoke in English, the child's voice just under his as the other voices echoed with them.
Unable to move, the two found themselves forced to lift into the air by Ermac's will and watch as the window opened for them.
One by one he slid their bodies, all three outside the window and watched as they fell the skyscraper like apartments.
He peered out into the sun over the stacks of buildings in Hong Kong just as Liu Kang must have years before in this very room.
We know where you are now.
We know what you are, Liu Kang.