"Let me go, don't take me to him! There was nothing I could do!"
"Shut up! You will see the master and explain this failure!" the voice said.
"I can't even see! Where are you all taking me?" the weak voice cried out. He was thrown to the ground. He sat up rubbing his side. He heard a rush, and then nothing. He felt a cold sweat run down his face. He began to hyperventilate, when a bright light illuminated where he was seated. Finally footsteps flooded the room with noise, yet still nothing could be seen.
"Why are they not dead?" a voice boomed out. The weakened being jumped back in fear.
"Answer me you pathetic piece of shit!" The voice grew louder and closer.
"I..They were to powerful…the yellow one. He burned me to the soul, he forced my soul into the Netherrealm itself! There was nothing I could do!"
"You fool! If he can kill Shao Kahn…why would you all attempt to fight him head on? And what about the Lin Kuei …"
"His very presence froze the air around us. Those two…there is no way we could have killed them."
"I was wrong to trust in your kind, Chaos dweller."
The prisoner jumped up at the statement.
"Please no…don't please!"
"Make a wish. Maybe you will exist once more." The voice chuckled and the light disappeared. The Chaos warrior ran to the walls. He began to pound on the wall and move in a circle to find a door. A hollow thud, a door had been found. Chaos couldn't contain his excitement. He began to pull on the door but it would not budge. His excitement was overcome with horror. He began to beat the door but it was of no consequence. He finally tired and fell, leaning into the door. He began to weep when he heard a lighter chuckle, almost reminiscent of the one heard minutes before. A hand grabbed him.
"WHAT? NO!" he screeched as the hand pulled him into the ground. He had met his doom.
"Excellent work, Saibot." The voice whispered.