Shang Tsung had been meditating in his office when there was a knock at his door. He sighed to himself, and tried to ignore the knocking. He had just gotten back from his “mandatory monthly meetings,” and was fairly annoyed by the whole process. The knocking on his door continued, and he finally looked up at the door.
“Come in,” he snapped in an angry voice. He was sure it wasn’t Sonya, she had never came into his office before. Charles came in with a quick bow, and was looking quite flustered. “What is it Charles? I assume it is important?” he asked with a note of impatience in his voice.
“Of course sir,” said Charles with another bow. “I would never interrupt you in your office if it wasn’t…” Shang Tsung was getting even more impatient.
“Well quit with the oafish banter. What is it that you want?” Shang Tsung finally snapped. Charles looked quite alarmed, and stared determinately down at his feet.
“Sonya wanted you to know she would be in her bed chambers for the rest of the day…” Charles finally said. Shang Tsung grinned ear to ear.
“It is a little early. She certainly is frisky…” said Shang Tsung out loud to himself.
“No,” said Charles. “It’s not just that… she didn’t seem well. She was shivering, and she looked sickly.” Shang Tsung considered this, and at once was fairly confident he knew what had happened.
“Out of my way!” he said quickly. He ran out of the office, and brushed aside Charles. Charles followed him at a slow jog, and he made his way up the long stairs (there were so damn many.) He brushed by Ms. Taylor on his way up, and almost knocked her down the stairs. He finally made his way to their room, and opened the door slowly. Sonya was wrapped in the blankets and shivering, and he slowly approached her.
He sat down beside her, and in a soft voice asked, “What is wrong?”