There was only the soft sound of birds singing and a peaceful breeze far off inside her room. ... And then the growing sound of running shoes, and then a long sliding sound. "Hey kid, get up!" Her dream rippled as if it were wet paint dripping down a canvas and vanished suddenly. Reed's whole face scrunched into a grimace as she sat up shielding her eyes from the morning light. "Hnn.. Whatchu wan'?" She mumbled throwing the foreign blanket off herself.
Her visitor, who had flung the sliding door open and ran in uninvited, grabbed her arms and pulled her up out of bed making her take a huge gulp of air in anticipation for all the vulgarity ready to roll off her tongue. Reed's breath completely shot out of her lungs when her eyes locked with a pair of pitch black sunglasses, and the dazzling smile of Johnny Cage. "I-I.. Gh.. Johnny Cage.. Johny Cage! Holy fucking shit!" Reed screamed ecstatically practically pouncing on the movie star. "I've watched all your movies! You're my hero, man! I-I learned all my best fight moves from you!"
"Settle down, Kiddo!" Johnny laughed patting the top of her head. "I know I'm awesome! Haha! Me n' you we're gonna be good pals training together and kicking ass, okay? Uniforms over there." He nodded to the opposite side of her bed.
Reed stuffed the squeal dying to burst out of her throat back down as she snatched the gi like uniform off the floor, watching her idol walk out and shut her door.
"I get to train with Johnny Cage.. This is amazing! This can't be real!" Her face stretched into a smile bigger than any she'd had in a very long time.
She'd put on the bottom half of the uniform and as she pulled her hoodie off her head she noticed a slip of paper tucked in the uniform top. In very neat calligraphy the note read 'Ms. Reed, I'm terribly sorry for escorting you here so quickly. But if I hadn't brought you here soon someone else surely would've come for you. I'll explain the tournament to you soon. ~Raiden. '