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The air was heavy with tension, already cold despite the bodies filling the room. Even Mark, under his heavy ceremonial cloak, felt the cold seeping in. He had never felt more unwelcome, more scrutinized. So many eyes on him, all sharp and observant. He stood there, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides while Kregg droned on about tactics and plans for the very uncertain future; nothing was promised now that Thragg was gone.
Mark let out a little breath, not that it did much in outer space. He glanced to his left, where Conquest stood. He hadn't said a word, hadn't even looked away from Mark. An air of uncertainty surrounded him, and Mark didn't know how to interpret his silence. Was it out of malice, just him waiting to end what they had started years ago? Mark couldn't decipher it - and maybe he didn't want to. He turned back to watching over the conference room, so many unwelcoming faces reflecting off of plain white tile.
The room stayed silent for a moment longer before Kregg glanced at you, narrowing his eyes. Mark glanced back, brow furrowing. ".. You must dismiss us." Kregg said finally, frowning slightly
"Right- right, uh-" Mark straightened up, clapping his hands. "uh- dismissed."
There was a soft, barely-there murmur of disapproval from the crowd of faces, all just as stone faced as the last. Except for Conquest. He never did hide his emotions well, not that time all those years ago when he was beating Marks face in, and not now, when he stared at him with eyes too savage for a too human face.
Their eyes stayed locked while shuffling came and passed around them. The room emptied out, leaving just the awkward silence between the two men. Everything felt too heavy, even on top of Viltrumite super strength. His ceremonial cloak weighed down his shoulders, and Conquests heavy gaze pinned him down. Nothing was said for a long moment until Conquests knees folded under him, creaking and snapping from age and injury. He fell to his knees in front of Mark, head bowed deeply.
Mark froze up, taking an instinctual step backwards. He knew Conquest was a good lapdog for Thragg, but he didn't expect the same loyalty extended to him. Conquest looked up, his scarred, mismatched eyes pleading. "Forgive me." he whispered, his good hand clutching the cold tile like it was the only thing keeping him alive. Mark didn't know what to say - if there was anything he could say. But he forced it out anyways, looking away from the old mans ruined, pleading face. ".. You are forgiven." he muttered, hands flexing at his sides.
Conquest let out a little noise that could've been a whine, dropping his head to the floor. "Thank you, Emperor..." He whispered. Mark just stared at him, face a mix of confusion and a bit of satisfaction. Not in making some old man lay at his feet, no - but he hadn't ever been given this much say when he worked at the GDA. Now, he was the emperor of an entire race. The power made him sick just as much as it pleased him.
And so, he said nothing, turning to leave the room and whatever mess Conquest had brewing inside of him.
The memory of what had happened clung to him while time passed, stuck to the back of his mind like gum on a shoe. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to think about it all, but he knew what he felt. It pleased him to have someone once so willing to bash his head in now groveling at his feet.
Conquest had never been forgiven by Thragg, not for anything. He was struck and degraded, but he had never been forgiven. And Mark had, even after Conquest had fought him under Thragg's rule, and every other monstrous thing he never deserved to be forgiven for. But this new emperor, uncertainty on his face but power in his heart, had forgiven him. Had looked him in the eye, and forgiven him...
It wasn't awkward on Conquests part, to bow too deeply whenever he saw Mark. To Mark, he felt it was over the top, a courtesy no other Viltrumite extended when it wasn't demanded. But that wasn't to say that he didn't enjoy the thrill it gave him. Having all this power at his fingertips, desperate to please him. So he did whatever any other power drunk young man would do and let him.
Whenever a mission needed doing, Conquest begged to be sent out and prove his worth. When conspirators needed punishing, he pleaded to prove his loyalty. And every time, Mark let him.
He felt a sort of sick thrill every time this monster of a man begged to do good by him, the kind that made him feel a certain way and uncovered things about himself he hadn't known before.
Mark sat on his throne, still getting used to the cold metal under him. The chill was blocked mostly blocked out from the heat pulsing through him. Conquest kneeled in front of him, head resting on his thigh. His eyes were big and pleading, and his flesh hand was wrapped tightly around Marks leg.
Who was to say how they ended up like this? After weeks of Conquest acting like a lap dog, he finally was one. He did his tasks well and aimed to please his Emperor... it was only right to reward him. And if the brute wanted touch so badly, he would get it. It was just a reward for Conquest - not in any way something Mark enjoyed... Not when hot breath fanned across his thighs, or when Conquest whispered of him like he was a deity... Maybe... maybe it was... Maybe this could be mutually beneficial... Like a king and his loyal knight, desperate to please...
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Pt. 1
All you could smell was cigarette smoke and freshly cut grass. Noise in the background faded away as the smoke was passed ‘round between hands. The last hand to take it before it faded out, decked in thick silver rings and chipped black nail polish. She brought it to her mouth, letting wine red lipstick stain the paper as the flame bit out. The last puff of the pack, a thick plume that Coach might see from behind the bleachers, stained the air grey for a moment. Rodney raised his head, trying to whiff in whatever was left in the summer heat.
He needed to get sober, if you asked Marie. She smoked, yeah, but socially. Not like he did - drinking and smoking and partying. It’s not like smoking would destroy his brain, there wasn’t much of it to ruin anyway.
Marie put the cig out on her boot, tucking it in an empty pencil case and getting up. The others followed. If one went, they all did. Rodney, tattoos and eyeliner, Gwen, with her big hair and thick bangles. And Marie - Dark hair, teased up in a bats nest, with dark makeup covering whatever she didn’t like about herself. The three had to stick close, or face ridicule from their peers. All perfect, according to themselves. No one had faults, only the freaks did.
And that was fine. Marie didn’t care, nor did she care what Rod or Gwen thought. It didn’t matter, she wouldn’t be hearing any of this from her high rise in New York City. She wouldn’t see them all from there, and wouldn’t think of them at all.
The sun was bright out, the kind that hurt your eyes and gave you a headache. And you were able to tell the weather usually was like that… Football players, playing shirts against skins, all red in the face from heat. The cheerleaders were likely hiding under bleachers, smoking and talking smack about the girls they didn’t like.
The only thing Marie liked about this small town was the routine, and even that was about to change..
A call came out. She didn’t want to look up, really, but she always did. Gwen was the only one at her side now, Rodney had wondered off to do god knows what.
It was Cindy, hand raised, an almost too sweet smile on her face. She was a pretty girl, her golden hair fluffy and done up, blue eyes and the likes. She waved at them, her friends giggling behind her.
“Careful you don’t get burned. Vampires ain’t supposed to be in the sun!” She called out, grinning ear to ear. Gwen ignored her, but Marie had never been like that. Jocks talking about her however they wanted, that she left alone. But she could fight Cid, just as long as her posse wasn’t there. Flick a lighter near her and she’d combust from all she drinks.
Marie flipped her off as her and Gwen left the field, ignorant to whatever trouble that would cause. They’d never like her anyway, what did it matter at that point? She heard them just laughing harder behind her, but the sound was cut off by the door shutting behind them as they entered the school building.
The day went by slow, it always did. Marie and her group, the only two friends she had, had found some empty music room to skip in. Her walkman blasted The Cure’s “Just Like Heaven”, echoing softly around the empty classroom.
No one talked, they had nothing to talk about. They did what they always did, just sat there, minding their own in their little bubble, just for them. The three had nothing in common, except for maybe music. They wouldn’t have been friends, had the rest of the school not isolated them for being different. But they were, and even then Marie felt herself relieved when the last bell rang. She was out before the others, and making her way down the hall.
She was on the way to her old Chevy, some beat up thing from the 70’s, but stopped herself. Without a word, she turned around and walked across the lot. Cindy was setting her bag in her boyfriend’s truck when she looked up at the sound of footsteps. She really shouldn’t have, because it ended with a slap across her face. She jerked back against the car door, eyed wide with surprise.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She demanded, touching her cheek. She always got too loud and shaky when someone confronted her. Not so tough without her girls now…
Marie shouldn’t have done it. She knows Cid and her girls would probably make life harder than it already was. But she just… did. “I don’t want you talking about my friends like that.” Marie muttered. Cindy just stared at her. Such a cluck… Marie turned and left, leaving the girl standing by her boyfriend’s car.
She drove home regretting it, no music playing, letting it sink in she slapped some cheerleader bimbo. Maybe she shouldn’t go to school tomorrow.. Might get jumped. She tried to justify it, ‘someone had to do it, right? why shouldn’t it have been me’ and she would answer herself. ‘Because her gym freak of a man is gonna pound your face in’. The thought didn’t leave as she sat in bed, head in her hands.
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