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A Frosted New World

Summary- The cold slowly seeped into Francine. You might think she would love it, as winter is her favorite season, but it may be too much for her now.

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Chapter 5- Transformation

Time was at a standstill; the restraints were still tight on Francine’s arms and legs. She tried her best to keep her eyes open, but the pain was too much for her. It felt as though air pumped through her veins. She rubbed her chin against her elbow; it felt cold.

“My shoulder is cold… maybe cause room cold…” Francine looked up at the ceiling. The moss pattern and stone remained in place.

Zhang, now called Shang Tsung, only walks into the room a few times daily. He injected Francine with the same blue liquids, only feeding her porridge and water. He also inspected Francine’s body, even removing her clothing to touch her body. Francine shook her head.

“Get out…, ya, out…” Francine’s head fell back down onto the table.

While falling asleep, Francine heard the room door open. The light hit her eyes, and a shadowy figure stood at the door. Francine heard the clinks of bottles, and her eyes shot open.

Dear God, no…

The figure came beside the table and placed a tray on the other table next to Francine. Francine looked towards the figure. He pinched her cheek.

“You are taking this well, Francine. It may be time to test your new body.” Shang Tsung said.

“I…no…don’t wanna…” Francine mustered up the courage to speak to Shang Tsung. His looks and behavior contrasted drastically from before.

He was oriental from head to toe, wearing a red robe and brown pants. A gold chest plate and shoulder pads sculpted his body. Two pieces of fabric cut into red and gold ribbons hung from each shoulder, traveling down his body. He was wearing gray boots with black and gold armor.

Shang Tsung held a spoon to Francine’s face. She scrunched her face, having porridge again as if in prison.

“No, thanks…” Francine said.

“You must! No guest of mine will stare,” Shang Tsung shoved the spoon into Francine’s mouth, and the porridge pooled on her tongue. “Besides, you will need energy to regain your strength.”

Francine chewed on the porridge; her eyes lit up.

“Apple?... Cinnamon?” Francine swallowed the porridge.

“A small reward for you.” Shang Tsung said.

It makes it bearable, I guess…

Shang Tsung rubbed the back of Francine’s head, her brown hair disheveled. The porridge was hot, but Francine had limited options.

“No… more…” Francine turned her head and shut her mouth.

Shang Tsung pressed his thumb on Francine’s chin, and a smile crept onto his face.

“We will see what you can do…” Shang Tsung chucked the spoon into the bowl and picked up the syringe. He gave it a couple of flicks.

Francine braced for what was to come. She felt a prick in her left arm, and the pain she already felt grew tenfold. Francine held her breath for a minute, which helped a bit with the pain. She gasped for air; it’s as if arctic waves were hitting her with shrapnel. Francine glanced over to Shang Tsung, the same smile still on his face. She stared into his eyes, and as she stared into them, she felt the pain disappear.

“Hm, your body is taking the serum well.” Shang Tsung said.

“Ah-uh…” Francine pulled up on her restraints.

Shang Tsung pinched Francine’s arm, a reminder of what Shang Tsung could do to her. She stopped.

“Good… you are truly obedient.” Shang Tsung said.

He walked to the other side of the room and picked up Francine’s hockey gear. He placed it on the ground next to the table and unbuckled the restraints around Francine’s arms and legs. The blood finally flowed to these body parts, regaining some much-needed warmth.

A surge of adrenaline hit Francine; she flung her hand and attacked Shang Tsung’s crotch. He gripped Francine’s hand and clutched it down; a slight crunch came from her hand. Francine screamed, pulling her hand out of Shang Tsung’s grasp and hiding it under her armpit.

Shang Tsung picked Francine up from the table.

“By the Elder Gods! I may have fed you far too much!” Shang Tsung pinched at Francine’s sides, though there’s not much fat there.

“Not… fat… asshole…” Francine nearly fell over but caught herself on Shang Tsung’s shoulders.

“No, but quite heavy nonetheless.”

Shang Tsung snaked his hand underneath Francine’s shirt, feeling her body up and down. Francine grunted, trying to remove his hands from her. He removed her shirt and rubbed her sides. The veins were sticking through her skin like someone had come in with a dark blue marker on her body.

Shang Tsung pressed his fingernail into one of these veins, gaining a grimace from Francine. She squeezed Shang Tsung’s shoulders harder.

Francine experienced repeated bouts of nausea, asking, “Why you… do that?”

Silence filled the air, only interrupted by the rustling of Francine’s clothing. Like a doll, Shang Tsung dressed Francine in her hockey attire. As Shang Tsung hovered the hockey mask over her face, Francine gripped his wrist.

“Do not make such a fuse.” Shang Tsung pinched Francine’s cheek. He then fitted the mask’s strap to Francine’s face.

Francine looked like her usual self but was a shell of her former self. Her eyes glazed over as she lifted her hands to the mask.

Need… to leave this place… door…

Francine turned her head to the large wooden door. She stared into Shang Tsung’s eyes, trying to figure out what to do.

Fuck it!

She landed a blow on Shang Tsung, leaving a scratch mark. Francine tried her best to run to the door, but with no ice underneath her, it’s like rubbing knives against rockets. Shang Tsung regained his composure. He lifted his head to see Francine desperately twisting the doorknob back and forth.

He dusted himself off, walking himself to Francine with a pleased look.

SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!

A gloved hand cupped at Francine’s shoulder, giving it a gentle rub. Her heart sank, and all the blood in her body drained to her legs.

“That was a decent attempt, but we can not win them all.” Shang Tsung said, jiggling keys next to Francine’s ear.

Oh, sweet Lord above, if you’re listening to me, for the love of all things holy… FUCKING SAVE ME!!

Francine experienced a subtle elevation, hardly noticeable yet present. She looked down, and a layer of ice formed beneath her.

“Ah, it seems that the serum is working!” Shang Tsung said.

“... What… you do to my body…?” Francine felt her arms and legs become cold and numb.

“Putting your body to use.” Shang Tsung turned Francine’s body to face him; she almost fell over, but he caught her.

“Hm… you will need quite a bit of work.” Shang Tsung said.

Francine had limited options. She tried to grab the keys from the man, but all the strength in her body disappeared. Francine wanted, no, needed, to discard everything from her body. She flung her skates and hockey gear off, then her gloves, black jersey, and black pants. Once she reached for her hockey mask, she undid each strap. But the mask didn’t budge. She tried lifting it off, but it’s no use.

“My mask…why not…come off?” Francine said.

Shang Tsung rubbed his beard. A demonic smile spread across his face.

“Are you having trouble, Francine?” Shang Tsung pulled on the mask, but it didn’t move.

“Oh my! It is stuck.”

“How…get…off?”

“I am not sure. But surely, you cannot eat or drink if you do not remove this mask.” Shang Tsung flicked the mask, startling Francine.

What the fuck, what do I do?!

“Either you die of dehydration or starvation, whichever comes first. Or you sacrifice a bit of yourself to remove the mask.” Shang Tsung moved his hands behind him, waiting for Francine’s decision.

What the hell’s wrong with me?! Fuck! No! Oh God, why?! FUCK–!!

The skin of Francine’s face peeled off as she slowly pulled on the mask, and a muffled, agonizing scream rushed out of her mouth. Blood pooled at the bottom of the mask and covered her jersey and hands. The pain was indescribable; the adrenaline was the only thing protecting her body. She only got halfway through before collapsing onto the ground.

Shang Tsung was still smiling, though he wondered if this would be another failed experiment. He stooped down to view the show going on. Francine’s breath was shallow, and her eyes half-lidded. The torn skin revealed the red muscle fibers underneath, though some skin stuck around where the mask hadn’t touched it.

“Impressive. But let us finish this!” Shang Tsung said.

He shoved his foot into Francine’s face; she let out a gargled whimper. Shang Tsung then grabbed the mask, pulling it off quickly.

The experiment had finally ended; Francine transformed into her new self. Shang Tsung tapped his foot on the young woman’s face. To his shock, she let out another whimper—a wave of accomplishment and glee washed over Shang Tsung.

“Ah, I have done it! An Earthrealmer transformed into a necromancer! Though I must admit, it may have been too early to use the mask. But, no matter!” Shang Tsung said.

Francine lay motionless on the ground, and Shang Tsung lifted her. Francine’s blood painted Shang Tsung’s back, but he didn’t mind. After all, it’s possible to wash out blood. A failed experiment, however, wouldn’t be so easy to repeat.

“I am disappointed we could not play today, but there is always next time.” Shang Tsung said.

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