The place was grand. The smell of distant blood and copper. Her hair was greasy. The skin of her lips continued to dry. Her eyes were so weary and had the tint of purple. In her young body, she frailed up; scared for the first time. Unsure by his unfamiliar face. He was an elder. But he held a strong aura.

"What is your name...?" He asked. His hands rested behind his back. Gazing at her long platinum blonde hair. She gave no eye contact. Pouting like a guilty child. Of course, the silence was all she gave.

"Do you not speak, child...?" He questions. His patience starts to wither. Nothing came out of this insolent girl.

He proceeds to roughly snare her face, pressing his fingers against her cheeks and mouth. Finally meeting the obscurity she was hiding. Two eyes of one different color. A type of darkness hid in her harbor. Sharing the same vessel. Concluding that she was no ordinary wanderer. Laying his hands on her angered her. She grasped onto his wrist, slamming him against the golden floors. She growled and backed off.

He smirked in annoyance but summoned his green energy. A force lifting her into the air. Then throwing her against the walls. It was an unexpected move from her perspective. Tired and harden from the hit. Groaning for the pain that hit her head and rib cage.

"Naive girl. You underestimate yourself..."

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That same feeling in head ached. The clenching of her skull just continued to squeeze and harden. Her eyes flickered many times before she got finally adjust to her surroundings. The same room that she remembered before she fell unconscious. Her jaw had pressure on one side. Circling it in place. The hands of hers were tightly bound. Her arms stayed in place as they were held above her. Her jacket was off of her for some reason. Her legs tied as if she was a mermaid. A tight torn rope all around her legs up to her thighs.

She began to struggle in tension. The fibers of the rope began to rub severely against her skin.

"Good, you are awake..." That same voice. It was unexpected but as she looked around the room. It was a hoarder's palace. Kollector. The sound of fabric and leather was constantly heard from behind. As Kalliste peered to see him. He was busy digging his greedy hands into Kal's jacket. She grazed her feet against the ground in irritation. Causing movement and sound; getting Kollector's attention.

"WHAT are you doing?" Her hands continue to tussle from the ropes. She swore it was tightening the more she moved. Beginning to suffocate her limbs and body.

"You've trespassed into my lair; unwelcomed!" He stands up, dropping her jacket like a bag of meat. His eyes were in pique, irritated by her invasion.

"...I have gotten lost-"

"You have also challenged my position of Shao Kahn's embassy." His voice rose in beginning anger.

Kalliste's brows raised in bewilderment. "How..?"

"By bribing me. - Now I will take what I want and kill you myself!"

Kalliste raised her chest. Puffing her cheeks together. "You're not getting anything off me." She blankly said. Kollector crouched down onto her level, staring intensely at her. An unpleasant smell came through him. He must've been so busy he couldn't fix his hygiene. He gave a daunting grin and began to lay his hands onto her right arm. Examing the strange black markings.

"These strange markings must hold value. - I shall rip its source." He begins to use his sickle; cutting the ropes around her arms. Meanwhile, his other arms press harshly against her throat, holding her against the pillar. Making sure she would not pounce. With his frame being so close to Kalliste. She eyed his ear. His hood was off the whole time. Exposing his head.

In an instant, her right arm grows a ferocious black material swiping his forehead from her claws. A deep wound slowly releasing crimson drippings. As he is stunned, she uses her free arm to cut the ropes. Along with the tightening ropes all around her legs. Cutting them with no problem.

As she stands up, looking down the staggering Nakadan. She exhales roughly in frustration. His constant stubbornness is starting to tear her mind apart.

"Stop this aggressive behavior. - I have no issue cutting you into bits to cease your idiotic quarrel." As she lets out one last exhale. Looking around the room. Seeing the overgrown towers of gold and treasures. Walking over to her jacket. Brushing it off. As she begins to leave, she couldn't help but feel empty. Leaving him to bleed like that. Imagining him in the morning; all cut up and bruised.

As she rushed to him. Stepping on coins and gold. "Here, allow me to help." She crouched down as she slowly rose her hands to him. He immediately snares his arms onto her hair and the other holding a sickle against her throat. Kalliste calms herself as the Nakadan grows in fury. The blood dripping down his face from his forehead. Constant wraith growing inside him. As she glares at his sickle. Making sure she didn't move an inch. She tries to give a sincere grin.

"I want to help, Kollector." Slowly and slowly she tries to raise her hand at least near his face. As she clenches her fingers together, concentrating on her sight on his bloody wound. The blood leisurely travels into her palm. As the dripping rubies disappear from its source, the wound profoundly closes up. He endures this process as he could fell the air hitting his head like normal as if no stinging pain ever was there.

Kalliste drops her hand from the heavy tension she had felt from his blood seeping into her veins. He uses his upper set of arms; specifically his left hand - rubbing his fingers across his forehead. Slightly staggered by its nonexistent mark and feeling of pain. He removes his arms away from Kalliste who drops onto the ground.

Kollector plants his hands all over his face, continuing to be flabbergasted. He glares at Kal. Stands up.

"Leave." His voice remained subtle and stern. Kalliste nods and begins to make her way out of there. She ends up tripping on a few things on the way out. But all was good.

(ahhh, so short. I'm sorry. but again, I felt like it should end there )