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“Wait a minute, you kill Viltrumites?”

Mark felt the biggest sigh flow out his chest, the fear in his body nearly dissipated hearing your words.

“Oh, oh thank god, you scared me there y’know?” He started to laugh as he picked himself up, patting the dust off his shoulders and holding his chest.

“Phew, maybe next time say that lady?”

His words did not amuse you in the slightest, it was obvious with the immediate irk in your eyebrows at his laughter.

“Is this amusing to you? Your grotesque race slaughters millions, decimates planets, conquers entire solar systems and you find it humorous?” Your lips snarl as you speak, and your nails bite into your palms with how hard your hands are clenched.

Mark flinches and puts his hands out, “no not at all! I hate Viltrumites too!” He floats up to your height but doesn’t dare to get any closer.

His words mean nothing to you, “oh please, don’t believe you can fool me with some pitiful excuse? You demons are all the same, deceitful insidious creatures searching for the next race to wipe from this universe to inflate your pathetic egos.”

You speak as though the mention of Viltrum burns your tongue, as though the thought of them brings nothing but pure distain. And he wouldn’t blame you if they did.

“Listen, I get your upset. But I’m not a Viltrumite! I’m human!” Mark tries to reason with you, but to no avail.

“Do not think me such a feeble-minded being. The fact you believe such words that like could fool me is insulting. I can smell that vile blood running through your veins, it’s potent.”

Mark could barely keep up with your strange old english way of speaking. The way you form your words throws him off immensely and he has to take a few seconds to think a response to your words.

“O-okay, yes I’m technically a Viltrumite but-!” He wasn’t able to finish his sentence before you threw another punch at him. He dodged it by a second and another one came flying at him.

“Hold on!” He tried to reason with you but your anger clouded your mind, your sole goal was to kill him.

“You filthy demons plague every solar system you believe requires your saving. Disgusting vile creatures who could never understand the meaning of humanity even in its simplest form!”

Your punches are fast, Mark couldn’t dodge them all and had to resort to blocking some with his arms, resulting in him feeling the bones in his forearms crack under each blow.

Each punch throws him back several miles, all the way until you two end up floating over some forest.

“I’m not with them!” You didn’t listen to his words, no matter how much he tried to get through to you it wasn’t working.

Mark finally had enough and pushed back at you, swinging his arms out with his fists closed. He brought them together and slammed each side of your head, cracking your skull and making you spit out blood.

You clutch your head in pain, screaming profanities in another language. Mark takes this moment to fly down to the forest that you ended up at. He flies through the trees and picks a random one to hide in.

He holds his breath as he waits for you to come looking.

In minutes you do, he sees you fly past him in a rage. He waits for a moment, until he hears your path stretch further away from him. Once he can’t hear you anymore he lets out the breath he was holding.

“What the hell is her proble-?“

A blue fist punches through the trunk he was hiding behind. Mark lets out a girlish scream and backs away. Another fist punches through the trunk, and the hands grab each side ripping the entire thing apart.

The tree splits in half, each piece falling to the floor taking down other trees or branches along with it. Right behind where the tree just was stood you, just as furious as ever.

“Don’t believe your foolish tricks could deceive me. I can smell your blood from planets away, hiding in cowardice is never an option for the likes of you.”

Mark groans and throws a fist in the air in frustration. “Can you stop talking like Shakespeare?! I have no idea what you’re saying!”

You scoff and fly towards him again, but this time Mark was prepared. He had sort of adapted to your fighting style. From what he noticed you focused on speed, your strength was undeniably impressive but he could tell that you weren’t as strong as the other Viltrumites he’s fought. But you made up for that lack with speed, which was clearly superior to his.

You were agile, you could dodge and defend yourself easily. What you lacked in strength you made up in your battle strategy.

It was clear you could outmatch him in nearly every aspect. Your speed was greater than his, your senses stronger, your mind able to form plans quicker than his. You could beat his ass without a doubt if you wanted to, and you were.

But he knew he was stronger than you, that was the only thing he had against you. Brute strength.

So he used that against you, he focused on overpowering you. Forcing you into situations that required your strength. He sent punches back at you, trying to weaken you enough for him to kick you down to the floor.

Which he does, your form weakens, the amount of pressure he put on you wore you down, and he took that chance to grab you by your arm and spin you around. He builds enough momentum and sends you straight to the ground.

You crash into the ground and make a crater around you. Dust picks up and you cough out red blood. “Fot’r!”

Mark comes down right at you and kicks you in the stomach, burying you further in the ground.

He doesn’t allow you to get up as he drops to his knees over your lap and grabs both of your hands. With all of his strength he pins your hands above your head and used his knees to straddle your thighs and trap you under him.

You struggle immensely, trashing and shaking around. Trying to use your strength to battle his own but you fell short. “Hey!” He calls. “Just listen alright!” You don’t and continue to struggle.

“Xyaghi d’rakamir!” You bare your fangs at him and the words you spat out sounded like hissing.

“I don’t want to hurt you!”

“Liar! That’s all you Viltrum scum do!”

“I’m not with them!” You push back at him but he slams your arms back into the ground.

It was like a cat wrangler trying to suspend an angry feline. You hiss and try to lunge at his face to bite him. “Woah! Calm down lady!”

He waits until you’ve tired yourself out. It was a struggle, you had got him really good and left Mark with very little strength left. He finally feels you stop struggling against him and Mark sighs with relief.

“Are you ready to listen now?” You don’t respond, instead staring at him with wide eyes. While he couldn’t tell where exactly you were looking since your eyes were a pure black, he could absolutely tell you were glaring at him.

“Ok, I am a Viltrumite,” this made you begin to struggle against him again but he held you back down. “But! I’m only half Viltrumite.”

That made you stop.

So he continued, “my dad’s a Viltrumite and my mom’s human. My dad came here on a mission and betrayed this planet. He’s killed… so many people. And for that I will never follow him or Viltrum in their sick cause.”

Mark could tell he finally got through to you, with the way your breathing slowed down and your eyebrows eased up. He noticed the way the corner of your lip quivered, like you were in shock.

The two of you were breathing heavy, blood stains both of your suits, and you shared injuries given by the other. Though Mark was definitely more beat up than you, you fucked him up bad.

“I’m not here to hurt anyone, I’m trying to protect this planet. My planet. I’m their only chance against Viltrum.”

The tension in your body faded away, “you are not full blooded?” Your eyebrows curved upwards, like you had a look of pity on your face. Or one of understanding.

Mark nods. “Yeah, only half.”

“And you guard this planet?”

He nods again, “till I die.”

He sees that you’ve fully calmed down, so he slowly moved his hands from yours. He waits for you to lunge at him but you don’t, instead you lay there breathing slowly.

He puts his hands up above his head, trying to show you that he’s no threat. The two of you sit there for a minute breathing heavily, the fight obviously taking a lot out of the both of you.

“Okay, alright. You chill now?”

You scrunched an eyebrow at his use of words. “Chill?“ You test the word on your tongue. Mark laughs a little.

“It just means are you ca-.”

He’s cut off when he sees your eyes focused on something behind him. In a second you yell “move!” And push him out the way.

He’s caught off guard by your sudden outburst and its flung far out of the crater the two of you made. “Huh?!”

He rolls on the ground and stops himself, getting to his knees and looking up at what you were talking about.

In the sky was a bright blue beam, the same one the GDA used on his dad when he went on his rampage.

“Shit, Cecil WAIT!” He was too late, and the beam grew larger before shooting directly down at you with no mercy. Mark is pushed back by the force, covering his eyes at the bright light.

“DAMMIT CECIL!” Mark was pissed, he had just gotten through to you and that fucker had to come and ruin everything.

The beam flickers away, leaving smoke and dust behind. Mark quickly flies to you and sees you motionless on the floor. Your body was charred and steaming, “fuck fuck fuck!”

He flies down to your side and goes to lift your head, but flinches at how hot you were. “Please don’t be dead please don’t be dead.” Mark goes in again and grabs your head, lifting it up so he can see your face.

You were still steaming hot, black charr covered your whole body, pieces of your suit had begun to melt off.

And you were motionless.

“CECIL!”

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You laid beside your mother for 6 months, at least that’s what you assumed.

When you woke up, much to your dismay, your body ached and pain racked your whole being. Mentally and physically.

Looking around, you saw the same Nalkan skies as always, a blue sun shining down on you. For a second you thought it must have been a dream, that you just fell asleep on the floor of your backyard, that your mom just came to lay beside you and accompany you in your nap.

That your father was in the house watching over to you, ensuring your safety during the peaceful moment you were having.

Turning to the side, the sight of your mother’s rotting corpse quickly snapped you out of that fantasy.

You let out a guttural scream, and backed away from her body. She was in the same position she was before, her arms at her side, hair scattered around her face, and her eyes looking up at the Nalkan skies.

But instead, she was now in pieces, decomposers had came and feasted on her skin, leaving few chunks of skin still connected to her bones, bones that were now exposed.

Pieces of her face had rotted away, her skin shriveled up from the lack of blood and her eyes had sunken in. One had even completely vanished, likely devoured by some creature.

When you sat up, you noticed an immediate pain in your stomach, looking down you saw that your intestines were still hanging outside of your body.

The rest of you had since healed up. Your cuts and scrapes and disappeared, bruises no longer bloomed on your skin. Though your arm’s were still broken, and your guts still hung outside your abdomen.

The first thing you did was cry, your hours you laid there crying to the skies. It was devastating, your super hearing that once picked up on every breathing patterns of the villagers now picked up on nothing.

You couldn’t hear a single breath for miles. It was quiet, so very quiet. You couldn’t even hear a heartbeat, it was silent.

From the moment you gained your powers it was never quiet, the constant sound of talking and footsteps brought you comfort at the latest of nights. You’d listen in to your parents’ heartbeats in the next room and count each one until you fell asleep.

But now you couldn’t hear anything, and that scared you. You hated the quiet, it brought in too many unpleasant thoughts. And you heard nothing but that.

You kept crying, there was no reason to stop. Your mother was dead, your rock in this constant moving world, the one you always turned to when being your planet’s hero became too much.

Your everything.

There she laid, lifeless and quiet. So

fucking quiet.

“You’re so quiet mama, why are you so quiet?” You weren’t stupid, you knew exactly why she was no longer breathing, you witnessed it happen before your eyes.

Your father, like you could even call him that anymore. He ripped her heart out, like he was just another death in the millions he already had under his belt.

You crawled back to your mother, and held her decrepit face. Her skin was dry, a vast contrast to its plump and smooth nature from when she was alive.

You ignored the tiny bugs that made her corpse their home, instead trying to reimagine her as the same woman you always knew.

Imagining her there smiling up at you, putting a hand up to move stray hairs out of your face. She’d giggle and poke your nose before getting up and telling you to come back inside for breakfast.

But that didn’t happen, she didn’t smile, she didn’t move, she just stayed there and rotted.

You cried even harder, why, why are you still alive? You failed to keep your planet safe, you failed your people, what right do you have to continue living while your home laid in ruins around you.

It took you days before you got up, you ignored the pain in your stomach from months without food or water, you felt it was punishment for your sins.

It wasn’t until the 4th day, until the 4th rise of your blue sun that something in you changed.

Your eyes opened once the sun rays hit you. By now you were completely malnourished, you hadn’t eaten in months and your bones and guts still hung out of your body.

That night you had a dream, one where your head laid in your mothers lap while she pet your

hair with a gentle hand. It was a memory, from when you were 12 and had just gotten your heartbroken by some kid in your class.

A stupid kid really, but you were so head over heels for him. Until he humiliated you to the class and sent you crying into your mother’s arms. Your dad had already left to give the boy a ‘pat on the back’. He came to school that day trembling at the sight of you.

Your mom laid with you on your bed, letting you soak her garments with your tears for however long you needed. She sat upright against your bed frame while you laid sprawled out on the bed. Your arms clutched around her legs like your lifeline.

“Don’t fret my love, for you are too precious to be so distraught over such trivial matters.” Her tone was so smooth, like it always was. She spoke like if her voice got too loud the world around her would shatter.

“But Mama, he made a fool of me!” You continued sobbing into her dress.

She smiled at you and continued patting your head. “My love, you are no fool. You are simply young, and when you grow older no one will ever treat you in such a way ever again.”

You sniffled and looked up at your mom, your arms still holding her legs. “What do you mean by that?”

“What I mean is that you are destined for greater things.” She picks you up and pulls you into her lap, cradling you like a toddler. You rested your head on her shoulder.

“Your father comes from a planet many moons from ours, and someday you will see that planet, and many others even further beyond it.” She combs your (h/c) hair with her fingers, the scratching of her nails brings you comfort.

“Your destiny lies beyond stars Nalkan cannot see, some silly boy will never take that away from you. He clearly has no taste anyway, for my daughter is the prettiest girl in all the lands.” She rocks you side to side during her last statement, earning a giggle out of you.

“This may seem detrimental to you, but in reality, you will go places your classmates could never dream of. So do not let them upset you so much for when you are galaxies away they will be nothing but specs to you.”

You look up at your mother with sparkles in your eyes, “do you really mean that Mama?”

She gives you her signature smile, one your father never stopped gushing over. You could see why he was so obsessed with it, for it was so beautiful especially on her face.

“I promise my love.”

She shuffles around until you both are laid down on your bed, you place your ear right over her chest and listen to her heartbeat.

“And soon the day will come where you no longer are tied to this planet, and you can leave free of guilt to continue your journey to all the stars above. And when you do so just remember that you will carry my love with you, forever and always.”

You always speculated what your mother meant by that. At the time you thought nothing of it, but as you grew and learned more about your father’s powers, one’s you were soon to inherit, you realized what she meant.

You were going to outlive her, that she was certain. And with her you would outlive every being you cared for on this planet. You would watch generations move by like shooting stars while you stayed the same.

She was preparing you for that moment, when you had no reason to stay on Nalkan. And she wanted you to leave with no regrets, she wanted you to know that there was no betrayal in choosing yourself when the time comes.

But how would she know that the time would come very soon, and in a way that made it impossible for you to leave without a heavy heart.

That night you fell asleep, listening to your mother’s slow heartbeat as a lullaby.

And you woke up to silence.

Your head laid on the silent chasm of your mother’s empty chest cavity.

You decided that day you would leave Nalkan. That you would continue your journey like your mother would have wanted. In your mind the reason you lived on was because you had yet to fulfill her wish. So you were going to grant it.

Pushing yourself up, you staggered to the tree in your backyard. It was tall, was nearly three times your age, and beared delectable fruits every other season.

Falling to your knees right before the tree, with your broken arms you reached out and clawed at the ground. Focusing all of your strength you clutched the dirt under your fingers and dug.

Pain shot through your arms, you ignored the way your hands could barely function and kept digging. You accepted this pain as necessary, that it was to simulate the pain your mother endured as she died.

Your bones creaked with each pull, but you ignored it.

You sat there for hours, digging a large hole in front of the tree. It was a slow grueling process, but you continued on. You kept digging until you made a deep enough hole. Stopping and siting back, you looked as what you created.

A grave, one deep enough and tall enough for your mother.

Forcing yourself to stand up, you walked to your mother and knelt down to pick her up. Your arms cracked under the weight of her limp body, but you ignored it.

Carrying your mother to her grave, you set her down gently inside. Once she was laid down, you looked at her one more time.

You fixed her hair, or the chunks still attached to her scalp. You brushed away the dirt from her cracked lips. Fixed her clothes, put her hands over her chest to hide the deep hole, and picked out the remaining bugs. You knew they would come back, but you wanted to see her one last time without them.

Lastly, you closed whatever pieces were left of her eyelids.

For a second, she resembled the woman you knew. Her calm expression, her neat hair, her formal posture. For a second, that corpse actually looked like your mother. But that second was short, and once again you were left with the decomposed pieces of her body.

You felt her had seen her enough, scarred that if you looked at her in that state for too long you’d forget how she really looked and her image would be replaced by that sight.

With your broken arms, you pushed the dirt back over her, starting with her feet, then her thighs, then her hands and chest, and finally her face.

You watched her be hidden away by the soil of your home. You patted the dirt down once you were finished, and stood up.

Looking at the grave was like a fever dream to you, it didn’t feel real. But at the same time it felt far too real. You didn’t wish to dwell on it any longer. You walked into your house, burnt and abandoned.

Stepping over fallen pieces of wood you made your way to where the bathroom should have been. Opening what remained of the door, you searched through the rubble for your medical supplies.

Your fa-

Edam.

Edam was always adamant on keeping your home stocked with such items. And now you see why.

You eventually found the box, crushed but still intact. Opening it up you quickly went to work on your arms, you grabbed a charred towel and placed it between your teeth, biting down as you prepared yourself to snap your bones back in place.

“Fee, tew, o-“ A crack echoed through the broken bathroom and you bit hard on the towel. Looking down at your arm you saw the bone was no longer exposed, but left a nasty hole in your skin.

You did the same to your second arm, and wrapped both of them up with what Edam called gauze.

Then you moved to your stomach which was still torn open. It was likely the most painful, unpleasant experience you were cursed with having to stuff your organs back into place. Suddenly you were so aware of the feeling of intestines, a feeling you never wanted to feel again.

Once they were satisfactory, but most definitely out of place, you ensured they would not fall back out by using gauze to wrap your stomach close.

You were finally patched up, you let out a breath, but then your stomach started to growl. You were starving, so you move to where the kitchen would be.

Looking in the shattered cupboards, you came to find that all the food you owned had molded by now. So with a groan you grab the least moldy thing you could find, a vile of water. Then you fly out through a hole in your roof into the sky.

You planned to find an animal to hunt and eat, Edam had taken you hunting plenty of times so you were experienced doing such. As you flew around though, the sight of thousands of dead bodies stopped you in your tracks.

The streets were filled with death. Copper was the only thing you smelled. That and the slightest hint of ash.

The town was demolished, no buildings were left untouched, and no lives spared. You almost collapsed all over again, but you forced yourself to stay upright.

You flew over your village, saw how the buildings of families you once knew was now reduced to ash. You flew faster and checked the village beside yours, it too had the same fate. Then you check another, and another, and hundreds more.

Not a single village was given mercy, they all sat in pieces, black and blue littering the ground. Your planet was large, it held many Nalkarians, with small groups that contained slightly different attributes than your own.

Like different varients or races of Nalkarians, all found on a two continents in your planet surrounded by water.

It took you 3 hours to check both continents, and in those three hours you saw no being left alive.

Edam slaughtered your entire planet. With no mercy.

You could feel the pain trying to claw from your throat, you wanted to fall down end cry, but that wasn’t an option.

You decided to give your people the ending they deserved.

You would bury them all.

Each innocent Nalkarian that lost their lives to the cruel hands of Edam deserved a proper burial, and you would give them exactly that. All of them.

You started with your village, their proper burial required them to be buried in the soil beside the house they built. It was hard to determine which corpse corresponded with each house, since both of which were burnt to a crisp. So instead you buried them all beside the village.

235 graves were dug. Each one varying sizes for the vast age ranges of each victim. After a day, you finished burying your whole village.

You sat in front of the countless graves, and prayed for their safe travels to a paradise high above.

You did the same with the next village, then the one after that, and the 12 others after. Nearly 200,000 graves just for the villages in your region.

Your region was agricultural based, they praised the soil they walked on and treated it as though it were alive ensuring their survival.

But there were other regions, ones in the tallest, coldest peaks of the mountain ranges, some deep underneath the ground, others built over the sea.

You buried them all, giving them the proper burial their culture required.

3 months you stayed on Nalkan, laying your people to rest once and for all.

By the time you were done, you had become a shell of the girl you used to be. Distain had built up with every corpse you covered in soil, every body you sent deep into the sea, with every small pile of bones you had to lay in small holes.

You returned home once you were finished, the house looked just as decrepit as you left it. Over your body was the official attire of warriors in the larger towns of Nalkan. You had been given one when you got your powers, a symbol from your people of how they saw you as a heroine.

Though the one you had previously was torn, you found a new one when searching through the rubble of the main city.

A skin tight white leotard, the sleeves reaching your hands and knee high combat boots. You needed the new clothes, and you just so happened to find these.

There was no good reason for you to return home, nothing left for you here. But your mind would not let you leave Nalkan peacefully without one certain item.

A necklace, one made of the most precious metals on Nalkan, a gift from your mother. It couldn’t have burned down, for it’s materials were meant to be indestructible. You searched through the rubble, lifting up the crumbling foundation until you found what you were looking for.

And you did, under where your bed used to be a bright shimmering light caught your attention. You reached down for it and pulled it out, it was your necklace.

With haste you put it on and walked out to your mother’s grave.

Nothing had changed, minus the slight sprouting of grass over where she laid. You collapsed to your knees and dropped your head to the ground.

“I’m so sorry Mama, I’ll avenge you and Nalkan. I swear it.” You sat there for a few more minutes, preparing yourself for what you had to do.

“Those Viltrumite scum, parasites of our galaxy, they tarnish every planet they come upon. Killing without remorse.”

Your hands gripped at the soil she laid under, chunks of it were wedged underneath your finger nails.

“I will make sure they all pay for their sins in blood.”

You took one final breath before standing up. You looked over your mother’s grave, and spotted the small purple flower that sprouted right where her heart would be.

It was her favorite flower.

You took that as your final blessing, and with a heavy heart you let yourself float into the air. Turning around you shot up into Nalkan’s atmosphere.

You took a final breath of the Nalkan air, knowing it would be the last time you felt it.

You left Nalkan behind with one mission.

To kill every Viltrumite there was. To run that already dying population into the ground and make every last one of them regret the day they decided to stand behind their pathetic cause.

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Bright artificial lights blind you when you open your eyes. Your hand goes to shade them but a force holds them back. You pull your arm and are met with resistance. With all your strength you pulled even harder, whatever held you down snapped under the pressure.

“Shit! Maam please calm down!” Some voice tries to calm you down.

You quickly force your other arm out of whatever restraint held you down.

“UAAAGHH!” A scream ripped out your throat, that damn Viltrumite, how retched! Using a story so personal to you in order to catch you off guard and capture you. How could you have fallen for something so idiotic!?

“DEMON SCUM!” You freed your other hand while several more voiced tried to settle you down. You ignored them and reached forward, pulling at the restraints on your ankles.

Still you were trying to adjust to the light, but by now you were able to see you were in some type of medical room. Silver lined walls, strange small tools on trays or counters.

The voices you heard belonged to several strangers, non-viltrumites covered in full body suits. There was no reason in hurting them for they carried no demon blood.

“I’LL KILL YOU ALL!” You were free by now, and trying to get off the table you were laid on you tripped.

Whatever blast they used was awfully effective, horrifyingly so. It rendered a half-viltrumite like you unconscious, and made you weak with how your legs still barely worked.

But you had a mission, and like hell you were going to let some useless legs stop you from completing it.

He was nearby, you could smell it. The stench filled your nostrils the second you woke up, it was very close.

You analyzed the room you were in more. It was large, empty besides a few cabinets fastened to the walls, and a large metal door behind you. On one side of the room at the top of the wall were windows, stretching across the length of said wall. You couldn’t see through it, but you knew someone was hiding behind, you could hear it.

Just as you were mustering up the strength to bust through the door, a cracking noise rang through the room. You turn your head to a strange contraption in the top corner of the room. After a second it made another noise.

A man cleared his throat, “Hey lady, I get you may be a little pissed right now but i’m gonna need you to calm the fuck down before we tell you shit alright?” The voice was older, monotone, and clearly annoyed.

“Are you with him?” You used your left over strength to fly up to the box item, holding it in your palms snd applying slight pressure.

“I’m not with anybody, but he is here if that’s what you’re wondering.” You heard a small ‘wha- don’t tell her!’ come through the box.

It was the voice of the Viltrumite. “SCUM! Come face be like a real warrior you loathe-some beast!”

In your fit of rage you threw a fists at the black box. Sparks and glitches came out of its broken form around your arm.

You heard more cracks coming from another corner of the room. “Okay lady listen, I didn’t mean for this to happen I swear!”

“As if I will believe you after such a mindless trick!”

“I’m sorry dude! How was I supposed to know he would do that?”

“He? So there’s more of you?!”

“WHAT? NO! I-”

You had enough of his chatter and destroyed the second box. His voice fizzles out and you’re left in silence.

Behind the window Cecil, Rudy, and Mark all watch as you trash the room.

“You serious dude?” Mark pushes Cecil’s shoulder back in anger, several of Rudy’s robots move to hold him back. “I just got through to her, now I’m back at the beginning!”

“She’s a threat! You’re lucky I didn’t put her ass in the deepest pit we have here!” Cecil argues back.

“She’s not a threat! You saw that she literally said she hates Viltrumites!”

“That doesn’t mean she likes humans.”

Mark grabs his hair and groans. “She could have been some help go us if you fucking GDA losers didn’t mess it all up.”

“How do you know she won’t still kill you Mark, huh? How do you know she’s actually some Viltrum-phobe as she says she is?!” Cecil starts ordering the doctors and technicians in the room with them to figure out a way to knock you out again.

“How many people has she killed, huh?! Tell me Cecil.” Mark pushes a Robot off him.

That quieted the man, a scoff comes from him and he turns his back rubbing his temples.

“Exactly, none. She didn’t kill a single fucking person.”

Mark was right, despite all of the damage you did to New York and how badly you beat his friends up, there wasn’t a single casualty.

“The second our fight got too destructive she took it somewhere else, somewhere she knew no one would get hurt. And I know damn well you noticed that too.”

Cecil hated to say the boy was right. As he watched the fight through his drones he noticed you trying to keep your battle in the air, and when that wasn’t possible you took is to some random forest, a spot where there wasn’t a soul for miles.

“Hell she obviously held back with Eve and them too right? She could have easily killed them but she didn’t, like she was waiting for a Viltrumite to come so she could go all out.”

Now Cecil was starting to get ticked off, he had begun to have enough of Mark lecturing him. Rudy was no help.

His child form held a tablet in his hands as he swiped through sone data. “Mark is correct, since her arrival to earth the only casualties noted were my robots. Which she likely deduced weren’t organic and had no problem eliminating.”

Cecil groaned. “Alright! Holy shit.”

Mark didn’t let up, instead he pressured him even more by stepping up to Cecil and using his height to try and intimidate him. “Next time before you decide to fuck up my plans? Stop and think on if you’re making shit worse or not.”

Cecil doesn’t react to his threat, instead he stretches a hand out to the control panel they stood behind pressed a button. “That’s rich coming from you.”

The next second the glass that gave them access into the room you were in got lighter, and you could now see right through it at them.

Mark flinches when he makes eye contact (maybe) with your black eyes.

The second after that you’re blasting through the glass and choking Mark.

“Such fithly, pathetic beings. Threatening the livelihood of those you assume as beneath you.”

“Ack- now ho- hold up!” Your grip was strong, successfully cutting off Mark’s airways. He clutched one of your wrists with his hand and uses the other to send a punch right to your gut.

It’s effective, and you let go of Mark to hold your stomach.

“I wasn’t lying, I swear!” Mark holds his neck, he can feel a bruise forming already. Fuck, now he’s going to have to ask Eve for some concealer to cover this shit up!

You cough out blood, but you don’t seem anywhere near finished with the fight. “Liar!” You pull an arm back, your hand opened with your sharpened finger nails ready to claw his eyes out.

He moves back, and you bolt forward.

But you didn’t make it.

Suddenly you collapse to the floor with a scream, holding your head in pain. Mark can hear a familiar, ear piercing sound coming from inside your head, it almost brought him down with you.

He looks down at your shriveled form in shock, then turned to Cecil who now held a very familiar button in his hand.

“You put a chip in her?!”

If Mark was pissed before, now he was furious.

Cecil points at you, “she was destroying hundreds of tax payers dollars all because she didn’t like you, you can’t expect me to not have a contingency plan for her!”

“I mean look at her! She’s not budging Mark, just because you have some little fantasy about taming the alien chick doesn’t mean I won’t intervene!”

“FUCK! Whatever!” He was tired of Cecil’s shit by now and crouched down to you. You were still on the floor, curled into yourself as your heads nearly ripped out the hairs in your head. “Rudy, do whatever you did last time!”

Rudy obeys, but there was a slight problem. “I’m trying to do so but it appears to be at a different frequency than yours was, I’ll keep trying.” He starts typing away at his tablet.

Cecil groans again, “you can’t been blindly trusting everyone Mark. You don’t know this girl! You don’t where she comes from, you don’t know who she works for, and you definitely don’t know whether or not she’s a fucking threat!”

“Fuck off Cecil!” Mark tries to get you do calm down by putting a hand on your shoulder, but in your state you still manage to shove it away.

“Do not- AUGH! Do not touch me!” You let out another scream and collapse once again.

“I’m trying to help!” You don’t listen. Mark gives up on that and looks to Cecil, who still stood there with the button in his hand. The older man noticed his focus on the item, and quickly teleports away with it before Mark lunges.

“Dammit! Fucking prick. Rudy fucking hurry up!”

He turns to Rudy, who was frantically typing away at his tablet. A few more seconds roll by filled with that piercing sound and your screams until the sound stops.

Your fingers slowly release your ears and the tension in you flows away. Your body sunk into the floor with a breath.

Mark can see the blood dripping from your round ears. When he sees you finally relaxed, he allows himself to do so as-well.

He takes a step towards you and kneels down, slowly reaching a hand out to your back, “hey are you alri-.”

“Don’t touch me!” You quickly tense all of your muscles once again and swing a hand back at Mark. He narrowly dodges it and you send another.

This one connects, though it’s not nearly as powerful as your last hits. Mark winced from it sure, but it didn’t make him double over like before. He grabs your wrist when you send another, and uses it to flip you on your back and straddle you once again.

He didn’t have to use even half of his strength like he did before. The chip and that blast certainly did a number on you. And it seemed that you knew it since you didn’t struggle as much.

Like you knew you had no chance overpowering him in this state.

“Look.” He starts to talk once you don’t struggle anymore. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen I swear.”

You respond between heavy breathes, “And why must I believe you to be true this time.”

He can’t come up with an excuse, “I… you don’t have too. And honestly you shouldn’t.”

Your eyes stare into his goggles, and Mark slowly lets go of one of your arms. You don’t move it, so he uses his now free hand to take his mask off.

A hair falls over his face, and you finally get a look at him.

He looked like any other Viltrumite, well the same features. Peach colored skin tone, round ears, brown iris surrounded by a white sclera. But that’s not what made you pause.

It was how soft his face was.

Every Viltrumite you’ve killed carried a weight in their brows, anger in the corners of their eyes, distain in the purse of their lips. But Mark had none of that.

It was like looking at a clean slate, a soul bearing no weight that a Viltrumite with the blood of thousands would have. He looked young, terrifyingly so. Never had you seen such a young Viltrumite.

As much as you didn’t want to, your heart softened at his face. So free of the cold that lingers in Viltrum blood, so full of life.

“I am a Viltrumite, but I would never hurt innocent people like they do. I’m here to protect them. I promise.” His voice was barely above a whisper, but to you it sounded like an explosion of emotion. Of trust.

You believed him. So easily you believed him. How foolish was it that all you needed to truly believe him was to look in his eyes.

Mark saw your face contorting, it turned from disgust to sadness so suddenly. He took that as his cue to fully let go of you.

He lets go of your wrists, then shuffles himself off of your lap crouching a bit in front of you on one knee waiting for your next move.

You laid there for a minute, but Mark didn’t dare to intervene in whatever mental battle you were going through.

Eventually you sat up, using your arms to shakily push yourself to your knees. Mark reached out to lend a hand, but his palm keeps its distance, like a last resort.

You make it to your knees, your head hung low as you sat with your arms clutching your side. You sit right in front of Mark, both of your knees only inches apart.

You lift your head slowly, and look at Mark’s eyes. He maintains eye contact with you, still not speaking up. The guy finally got through to you, and there’s no way he’s going to fuck it up by saying something that doesn’t sit right with you.

He expected you to get up, walk away and leave this planet behind. Hell he even expected you to hit him one more time before busting through this ceiling and leaving the milky way all together.

What he didn’t expect you to do, was lift a hand to his cheek.

He flinches hard, the movement was slow but he still was a tiny bit startled after the monumental ass beating you gave him earlier.

Your blue palm hold his face, he feels you drag your thumb over the apple of his cheek. You bring your other hand up, and you now hold Mark’s bleeding face in your palms.

It was such a drastically different feeling, you went from throwing punches that broke his jaw to caressing it so softly it felt like you could heal it.

“Your father,” you whisper. “He was a Viltrumite?”

He nods carefully, like if he did it too quick your hands would move away.

Despite the battle you two fought earlier, Mark enjoyed the way you held his face like it was so delicate. The last thing he wanted was for this feeling to go away.

“Yeah… he is.”

Your lip quivers and you whisper again, “and he betrayed your planet as-well?”

As-well? Mark nods again, “Yeah, yeah he did. A lot of people died because of him.”

Mark can see light reflecting in your eyes, he sees the way your eyebrows furrow, and the way your lips purse.

You then reach your hands behind Mark’s head, one wrapping around his shoulders while the others cradling his head. His eyes widen when you pull him towards your chest and force his head in the curve of your neck.

You’re were hugging him.

He’s forced forward, dropped down to both knees that settle on each side of your thighs. Mark breaths in your scent, you smell of a cold breeze and copper, a strange but somehow comforting smell. His hands hovering around your waist because he doesn’t know what to do with them. He heard a sniffle, one he’s too familiar with.

You were crying.

Your hands were trembling as they held to Mark’s larger form. The hug was tight, he couldn’t break out of your hold if he wanted to, and with the way your hands cradled him he had no plans of doing so.

Mark noted your state, the way you were shaking, holding on to him tightly and crying. It felt like this hug was meant more to comfort you than him. But he still bathed in this moment.

You didn’t speak, there was no need you. The way you held him told Mark everything he needed to know. He knew that you understood what he was going through, you understood more than anyone in the world. Than anyone in the galaxy.

You understood him perfectly, probably because you were him. The two of you had such similar stories, there was no way you wouldn’t find solace in one another like this.

It took him a minute, but after listening to your soft cries and felt your tremors, he lifted his hands up.

And he hugged you back.

semi proofread

ooo angst, so sad

ok now that three chapters are out in gonna focus on other fica i have then ill come back and write this one again. i have alot of fic ideas that i wanna post and i feel like you guys are just here for the zip line (you are and that’s okay)

also dont ask me what the timeline of this fic is my guess is as good as yours

The hallway you all were standing was big enough so every one of you had space to breathe. The only light was coming from the candles. On the floors and walls was a mess like cobwebs and dust that happened because no one was there to actually clean anything.

"We need some plans. We should break into two groups and go to find an exit." Pomni suggested looking around. "Maybe Me, Jax and Y/N could be one team. Then Zooble, Gangel, Ragatha and Kinger will be others. Sounds good?"

Everyone nodded. 

"Okay. So if you find anything that could be the exit, you yell for another team to come wherever you are." Jester explained. "Good luck guys." 

The second group went on the left which meant yours was taking the right path. 

The steps echoed in the corridor as you walked through the hallway. The silence didn't last long. It wasn't even a possibility if Jax was there. You were the one that had the shortest time spent in the circus but it wasn't hard to see how annoying and talkative purple bunny was. "Aren't both of you scared of this place?" Jax asked mockingly. The hallway you walked in was scary. You could hear some noises of footsteps or whispers. Yet, there was no one if you would turn around. From time to time rats could run under your legs. The whole mansion just felt like a labyrinth even if there was just a straight path. It felt so unsettling and long. 

"What should we be afraid of? It's only a scary looking haunted and lonely house, right?" Pomni looked at you after that question. Yet, you could tell that she was asking herself more than you. Your sense also told you that Jax knew it too but he didn't say a word. It kinda felt like he was not sure of himself in the way he always was. 

You didn't think it could be possible but with each step no one said a word. Every sound was becoming overwhelming in your heads. Every step was extending so badly. You wanted to say something. Honestly anything to just calm down your own mind and maybe also your companions. Yet, you couldn't.

It was like you couldn't open your mouth. And even if you did. There were no words that would come out of you. No matter how much you wanted to say anything. 

You were walking in this state for a good few hours. Or at least that's what it felt like. In the end, it could've passed just minutes. Maybe an hour at least. However, your mind went quiet when you found the doors. Was that it? Was that exit?

"Uh... Who is going to check if it's exit?" Pomni asked shyly. She wasn't shy at all but the walk there made her feel unsafe.

Jax, in the opposite, when he saw doors, he became himself. You shouldn't be surprised then when he pushed the door and you inside after quickly closing you in the next corridor. You didn't even have time to react because of the blur you had on your mind.

You immediately wanted to open the door to get out and announce there was just another corridor, but you couldn't. The doors didn't move as you tried hard to actually get out. 

"Can you get me out? There's only the next hallway!" You screamed to the rest of your little team. You could tell they tried but it also didn't work.

"Listen, you should walk through this corridor. Maybe you will find some keys to get out of here." Pomni suggested that you just replied with a simple okay. 

You could hear as you walked down the hallway as the jester was pissed that the tall rabbit locked you there. Because at the end of the day, it was his fault.

You walked for another 13 minutes. This time, there wasn't any spell that made your mind barely functional. It was just the tiny headache and disgusting smell which with every step was stronger and stronger. 

Then you saw it. Dark brown wooden doors. The scent was so strong there but you walked through it so much your brain forgot how terrible it was. You decided to open it. Maybe there was something to help you get back on the track. 

What you saw inside was awful. Blood stains on the floor and dead mice. The bed was messy. Dust and webs were at everything. But the most terrifying part wasn't any of it. It was who was there.

The jaw with teeth and eyes. The eyes had two different colours. Blue and green. They were tired. Like they never went to sleep. The teeth however were more interesting. This creature had four fangs. 

You never saw him. You never heard of him. Was he also trapped like you? Maybe he was just abandoned? Or maybe he was just an NPC there? You didn't know. But you felt on your skin how uncomfortable you felt. You quickly wanted to get out of there. Yet, they were quicker.

"What do you do here?" They said in a deep male voice. He sounded intimidating and angry that you were here.

"Uh... Our Ringmaster, Bubble, sends us to this haunted mansion for an adventure. And I got stuck in this long corridor as one of the members pushed me there and I got trapped there. And now I was looking for maybe some keys to get out." You explained as quickly as possible. You could also add that you would love to actually leave his place.

"Ringmaster Bubble?" He asked himself, like he never heard of him. Which was a little bit strange. Yet before you could react, the pair of teeth added, now directly to you. "You're looking for a way to get out? I suppose I could help you... If I had energy.."

"Energy? You have bed here! So maybe you could just lay down a little, or maybe take a little nap and then help me and also my friends to get out of here." You tried to encourage him to gain energy back to give help probably, you all needed. 

"No... You don't get it. I'm a Vampire. Sleep won't help. Only blood. But I already drank the blood of every rat that I found.." 

A Vampire. That actually explained why there was so much blood and dead rats. Why was he so tired looking? Why did he have fangs? You wanted to get out of this place. But how could you help him get blood?

The idea that came to your mind was terrifying. Maybe also stupid. 

But if he could give me a helping hand... Maybe the risk was worth it.

"I could give you my blood to eat." You said trying to at least seem tough.

"You could? So... If I'm getting this right... You give me your blood to drink and I repay you by helping get you out of this place?" He asked to make sure he was correct. You just nodded. "Oh! Okay then. Give me a moment then. I will give you chair so you will be at least a little comfortable"

You stayed there as he walked toward the closet room. Or at least what the room gave only from vibes. In the next second, there he was. With a gothic chair that was used by vampires in cartoons. Which would be quite correct as you were in a cartoon world. You sat down, getting ready to be getting away from your own blood to hungry vampires as you were biting your own lips to bring yourself a little comfort.

You felt how he moved next to your neck. Him breathing so close makes you question your decision. He must have sensed that.

"Are you sure you want to do it?" He asked.

"Yeah... Just... Can I know your name? It would be nice to know who I'm helping and who is helping me." 

After a short thought if he should reveal his name, he whispered. "My name is Caine." You heard as he bit into your neck. 

That was a terrible feeling to have your own blood drained from your body. But you will be rewarded for it. You will get out. You decided to count in your mind until he stops.

You counted to 513. 8 minutes and 33 seconds. You took such a deep breath after that. Before your mind could cope with what just happened, you heard Caine.

"Thank you. It's now part of the deal." You heard and the next thing you knew, with just a snap of his finger, you and the rest of your cast mates were next to the exit.

Your mind was too hazy to know you pulled them and walked first. The thing you remember was how Bubble was already talking about the next adventure. 

You also felt his eyes on you. Like you just stole something from him. Or was that just your wild imagination? You couldn't tell. 

The next thing you knew, you were laying on your bed. In your room. With two little dots that will be a reminder that you just let a vampire eat you.