Elly :3

“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

“Your father was born on a star.”

That’s what your mother told you. You were a child when she would sit you down and start to tell you stories of your lineage.

“Nalkan is our home, here we live in harmony as the inhabitants of this gracious land. Our ancestors built this country from ashes to create somewhere for their future generations to thrive.”

Your home planet was beautiful, it’s luscious forests covered nearly have of it’s surface. The other half spanned of deep oceans, filled with exotic wildlife and more.

The cities were consistent of man made structures. Homes, restaurants, shops, whatever someone needed they’d build it themselves. Their exteriors were made with clean metals or concrete materials.

The streets were all covered with gravel or cement, roads connected every street and town. Outside every store had wooden signs, or fabric banners displaying their symbols.

Butchers, seamstresses, farmers, jewelry merchants, all of these shops could be found anywhere on Nalkan.

It looked sleek in nature, clean white walls decorated each town. No buildings strayed from this color scheme. But the white didn’t pull from the emotion that filled the streets.

Nalkan was community driven, everyone knew everybody in town and the neighboring ones. Every night the town square held celebrations for anything that felt right.

Your people weren’t tech savvy, they hadn’t even conquered air borne travel through non organic means. The closest they had gotten were the large flying birds they used to transport goods over long distances, even then they never bothered to ride the creatures themselves.

But there was no need, they had one another.

Their skills through the agricultural and bartering senses were more than enough to keep them sustained.

Your mom would spend ages talking about Nalkan, but only once would she break that flow to mention something else.

Your father.

“His home is planets away, light years span the distance between Naklan and where he was born. But those years mean nothing to him for he still holds his motherland close to heart.”

Well, she’s not wrong.

Your father was loyal to his planet, in every way imaginable.

He was loyal to Viltrum.

From what she told you, he came down to her a rigid man. Descending from the skies with powers unlike any Nalkarian had ever seen. Strength that rivaled a whole city of men, speed that outran your fastest of creatures, he was a spectacle to your people.

Your mother was the one that got through to him, at first he spoke very seldomly, and when he did it was in a tongue no one understood. So with her gentle nature, she convinced him to draw blood for her.

There were two special things about your people, one was their distinctly blue skin, a product of your blue sun that shone closely to your planet.

The second was their connection with blood, their sensitivity to it. They could sniff it out from miles away, hear it pumping through the veins of someone that sat beside them, and taste it to pull qualities from another’s DNA.

It was how you evolved. Hunting on Nalkan was difficult, with the bright sun shining 20 out of the 30 hours the days were on your home creatures had learn to hide well. Unless you had the keenest sense of smell and hearing you would never come home with a catch.

With blood, Nalkarians can consume some to adapt traits from other beings. For example some Nalkarians drank blood from the cave dwelling creatures that settled far beneath the ground and gained the ability to see in the in pitch black caves. Only miners did that though.

The ability gained was never huge however, at most it was an improvement of sight or hearing. But you couldn’t only gain physical abilities but mental ones. Or more accurately vocal ones.

Language.

With blood exchange you could instantly learn another being’s native tongue, like instinct their language would come out as though it was your own. It was very useful for foreign travelers. Often on your planet used it to communicate with different villages that spoke with a different dialect.

And your mother used it with your father. With the utmost care she watched as your father dug a nail into his own palm, letting his pure Viltrumite blood poor out into a wooden bowl she set down for him.

Once it was a quarters way full, he pulled the stream back and placed pressure on his cut.

Your mother took the bowl to her mouth and drank from it, gulping it down like a sacred elixir.

Then she learned his language, and with that became his unofficial guide of Nalkan. She would give him tours through your village and the forest that surrounded it. She’d explain your people’s rituals and traditions to him.

Slowly the once rigid man broke down into a caring one. He became a back bone for your people, helped build homes and shops for people struggling to do so, hunted large animals for the town to come together and feast on.

He became one with the Nalkarians, and he fell in love with your mother.

Which is why it was so tragic when he killed her.

You were born several years after your father landed on your planet. Once they were betrothed, with the attendance of the whole town, they wasted no time in settling down and starting a family. That’s where you came along.

A blue baby, with big black eyes and the biggest smile ever seen.

From the minute you were born your parents showered you with love, to your mother you were a blessing, a saving grace she needed to live on. You saved her.

Your father loved you just the same, seconds after you learned to walk he guided you through the town, guarding your tiny form as you took one step per minute and waved at every villager passing by.

You were different from your people, you were the first child born with a parent from another species. It was noticeable through your appearance.

Nalkarians were tall, with sharp facial features and flat noses. But you were different. Your face had a roundness to it, and your nose protruded far more than any Nalkarian on your planet. And your height was no where near even the shortest of the people.

Your hair was the biggests outlier, all Nalkarians were born with pure white hair, straight and long.

But your hair was (h/c), the same as your father’s. It’s what made you stand out the most. Though it only made your people love you more.

Though there was one factor that wasn’t visible to everyone, a piece of you that confirms your foreign genes.

Your blood.

While every Nalkarian’s blood ran a deep, thick blue, yours was red. This was revealed when you were 5 and scraped your knee once chasing your father. You wailed loudly while your mother tried to help you but was too distracted by the color of your wound.

Your father inspected the wound as well, seemingly looking at the color but that wasn’t what he was focused on. It was the fact that you got cut so easily, he didn’t dare to bring attention to it though but the disappointment didn’t fail to rise in his chest.

To your town, you were a little princess, like a city treasure. They all adored you for your wildness and endless joy.

Growing up was like a dream, you played with your mothers in the morning and laughed with your father at night.

By the time you were born your father was fully integrated in Nalkan society. Towns across the planet knew his name and the selfless deeds he did for the people. They even called him ‘Hero’.

He even learned the language, and spoke to you and your mother with ease. You never learned his native language, both of your parents deciding to teach you Nielani like the rest of the Nalkarians.

They didn’t bother to teach you English, after all you weren’t leaving your planet any time soon.

They both treated you like their world, and to them you were. Your mother coddled on you constantly, and your father, the girl dad he was, swore to spoil you rotten till the day he dies.

What a liar.

You had just turned 17 when it happened. The small school you went to, no more than a building with several desks, had ended for the day. Now you sat high atop a tree, picking the fruits and cutting them open with a knife your father gifted you for your 11th birthday.

You look for another fruit but none were close to you, apparently you ate them all already. So you turned to find another.

A few branches away was a fruit bigger than any of the ones you ate previously. So obviously you reach for it. You had to put your hand on the trunk for it, going on your toes to try and grab it.

Once you thought you were close enough, you swung your hand to grab the fruit. But you had overestimated his distance and missed, pushing you off your balance and stumbling off the tree.

“AAAHHHH!”

You fell towards the ground, and closed your eyes bracing yourself for a rough landing.

But it never came.

You opened your eyes, and saw the ground under you, but you weren’t getting closer. Instead you were suspended a foot in the air, arms stretched out ready to belly flop onto the grass.

You had finally gotten your powers.

Ecstatic, you go to fly upwards but realize you still have no idea how. Making swimming motions, you slowly travel through the air to your home.

The tree was only in your backyard, so it wasn’t a long trek.

“DAD!!! DADDY!!” You screamed.

In a second the air picked up and your father appeared before you panicked. “What!? What’s wrong?” His eyes searched the yard until they landed on you, floating in the air after his winds blew you higher up.

“I got them Daddy! I finally got my powers!” Your arms flailed around as you tried to face your father but to no avail.

You didn’t notice the hesitation in his eyes, the smallest flash of regret and guilt before it was washed away by an excitement that matched yours.

“You got them! Beloved, she got her powers!” He flew up to you and grabbed your hands, pulling you upright and helping you balance yourself.

Your mom came running out the house at the commotion, and saw both you and your dad flying above the backyard. She cheered and beckoned for you to come down to her.

“My darling look at you! Such a powerful being, I know you will do great things one day just like your father!” Tears of joy ran down her face.

“Focus on the air around you, it bends to your will. Feel it listen to your command and control it.” Your dad whispered to you.

And you did, closer your eyes you felt the air holding you up, so you had it slowly release you. Like taking steps down invisible stairs you made your way to your mom who greeted you with open arms.

From then on you became the second pillar for your village, similar to your father they saw you like a hero. Kids would call for you to take them flying, workers would asks for held with heavy loads, hunters asked you to listening for any nearby animals to eat.

It was all you could ever wish for. Your whole life you waited impatiently for your Viltrumite side to awaken like your father told you it would someday, and finally did.

You remember the freedom it brought, how the sun felt on your skin as you soared through the skies. You’d travel to the oceans in seconds when it would have taken you days on foot. Running your hands in waters you never seen before, your powers allowed you to connect to your planet in a much more intimate way.

Never had you felt to intertwined with Nalkan, and never would you change it. Its people relied on you for aid, and you were more than happy to provide it. You were the happiest you had ever been.

Until he took it all away.

The day started at normal, your dad would take you high into the sky and make you throw several punches at him.

“I believe you are ready.” His smile faded away, a shadow covered his eyes but you didn’t see his frigidness.

“Really? I mean, yes! I am beyond ready! Ready for what father?” You spun around in the air, clasping your hands together and smiling like you always had.

Your father crossed his arms, “to fulfill your duty for the Viltrumite empire.” He pointed down to a neighboring town to yours.

“Go destroy that village.”

“…what?” Your eyebrows furrowed. Destroy? But that was the vlek’tan village, what could they have possibly done.

“Destroy it.” Your father now looked angry, his frown was deeper than you’d ever seen it.

You shook your head, “what? No I’m not doing what, father what are you talking about?”

He sighs, pinching his nose bridge like you’re the one being strange. “It’s about time I’ve explained your heritage.”

And he did.

He went into vivid detail about the Viltrumite empire, but not the one you remembered. It wasn’t as an advanced and beautiful place as your mother told it, but instead was far more gruesome.

He spoke to you about its ‘cause’, expanding their empire through any means necessary, even slaughtering the innocent. Your lips trembled as he detailed the massacres and decimations of entire planets he committed in the name of the empire.

He also spoke about his desire for you to join its cause.

“These people are nothing to us, they don’t stand a chance. I could end this whole planet with the blink of an eye if I so wished!”

By now tears had fallen down your face, you were appalled at such horrors your father could commit. The same man gave you anything you wanted, the same man who held you in his arms after you had a nightmare, the same man who raised you with nothing but love.

That man was a murderer, a monster. And he wanted you to become one with him.

“I’m not killing my people! How could you suggest that?”

“Either you do it or I will!” He squared his shoulders and tightened his fists. With his body he sized you up, and you faltered back in fear.

“No! You can’t kill these people, you wouldn’t! Why would you? You’ve danced beside them at festivals, hunted their meals, build their homes! How could you even suggest doing something to vile?!”

“These people are like specs of dust beneath our feet, we have no need of allowing such a pathetic race to continue their feeble existence.”

“Do not speak about Nalkan like that!” You tried to intimidate him back but you were still a little girl, your frame was nothing compared to your father’s.

He slammed a hand on your shoulder and clenched it tightly, a few cracks rang out and you cried with pain.

“Dad, you’re hurting me!”

Your cries failed to make him stop, but his eyes softened the slightest bit. His grip only grew tighter.

“Why cry over these weaklings? They couldn’t hold a candle to you. They worship the ground you walk on like a god, so rain hellfire down on them like one.”

Your heart beat sped up, you could feel your lungs gasping for air. “No, no I won’t!”

You push him off you and get into a fighting stance, “how could you? These people love you, you’re one of them! They accepted you with ease they owe their lives to you! How can you just abandon them like they are nothing?”

He scoffs, “it’s not my fault these people wear their heart on their sleeve. I’m here on a mission to see if this planet is worth adding to our empire. And now I see it’s far more useful trying to teach a fly to play catch.”

The words are like venom on his tongue. He speaks in Neilani like it disgusts him to pronounce every vowel.

“So my mother was just apart of your mission? Was I just collateral damage? A mistake that through your mission off balance? A mistake you couldn’t wait to eliminate?!”

That made him quiet, he thought about his next words. The loyalty for Viltrum toughened him up, but he can’t deny the fact that his two girls softened him.

Weakened him.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Your mother… was a set back. She means nothing to me in the name of the empire, I will gladly eliminate her if need be.”

Your jaw dropped, “you.. monster. You’re sick! You’re fucking sick!” The tears that flowed from you were a mix of grief and anger. A grief for the father you once had and the anger for the man he became. It made you sick.

“You lay a finger on the people of this planet and I will kill you!”

Your dad laughs at you, “please, you’re weaker than the toddlers on Viltrum. You couldn’t break my nose.”

“Well let’s see!” You pulled your arm back and thrusted it forward, aiming directly for your father’s face. He didn’t move until the last second, and when he did he was gone on a flash appearing behind you and using one hand to knock you into the ground.

Just one hit from the man and you could feel your ribs crushing from the force.

You shot towards the ground, right into the middle of a nearby town. It wasn’t yours, but when you pushed yourself up from the crater you left, you recognized the people that crowded around you.

A pit opened up in your stomach as you heard the sound of another thud behind you. Your father steps shake the earth, the villagers muttered in confinement. One dares to walk up to the man.

“Hero-?”

You recognized the man, he was the cities butcher. Dar’zak was his name, he was a work centered, hearty man. When you were a kid he’d sneak you little slices of bread whenever you passed by.

He walked up to your father, a hand out to rest it on his shouler but it never landed.

“Dar’zak wait-!” Your words were silence when a deafening smash rang out.

With speed, the same speed he used to once help this people, he swung his arm back, cutting Dar’zak’s head clean off. Blood splattered everywhere, a horrifying line of blood covered the ground where the man’s head rolled.

It was quiet for a second, like everyone was trying to figure out if what happened was real or not.

“DAR’ZAK!” Your screams started a domino effect. All the nearby villagers became screaming and running in fear, grabbing their children and wives and dragging them into their homes.

You watched Dar’zak’s body fall to the ground, decapitated with his head only feet away. The man that used to bait you with pieces of meat to try to get you walking as an infant, now laid on the floor a bloody mess by your father’s hands.

The worst part? Your father didn’t even blink, the action came easy to him. He didn’t react to just ending a life.

That confirmed his tales, he truly was as heartless as he told you.

Your wails ticked your father off even more. He continued his way to you, grabbing your collar and pulling you yo to face him.

Your feet dangled off the floor, his grip cut off your breathing. No number of punches to his face or gut was able to make him let go.

“Why waste tears on that thing? You let yourself be weak for creatures that couldn’t even conquer air travel? It’s pathetic!” With one hand he held you up, and drew back the other to throw another punch this time directly to your face.

His punch sent you flying through the forest, trees snapped in half as you smashed right through them. You had no time to recover before your father came flying, grabbing you by the hair and tossing you into the air. Following you up he positions himself right above you and kicks you in the abdomen, shooting you right back towards the floor and into another town.

Pain rattled through every corner of your body, you had multiple cuts and broken bones from only a few hits from your father. As you crashed into the floor, you had no strength to try and push yourself up so you laid there ready to give up.

Until you saw a familiar statue.

A man build out of stone, standing tall in the middle of the town square. Your father, with his Nalkan attire and a fist in the air, a symbol of perseverance and strength.

The statue your town dedicated to him during his first years there.

Your town, he’s now coming to your home.

You pushed yourself up to your best abilities, your muscles strained under your weight as you tried forcing yourself up.

Winds picked up around you, and with all of your stretching you pushed yourself to the side, just in time to dodge a lethal kick from your father.

“Dad, stop this! Please!” You knew there was no winning against him, but what could you do? Maybe if you try hard enough you could break through to him, the version of him you know still loves this planet.

“Please…” The words get caught up in your throat as you stumble onto your feet, holding a large gash in your side.

Blood was dripping from your nose and split eyebrow. Your head throbbed with pain and was oozing even more blood, your vision blurred in and out and you had moments where you forgot how to breathe.

He didn’t care, walking towards you he raised another fist and you brought your arms up to block it. That action only resulted in having the bone in your left forearm snapped in half. Air kissed the edge of your now exposed bone.

“Augh!” You clutched your arm into your chest leaving yourself defenseless, your father took that opportunity to send another punch to your face.

Your jaw cracked and you collapsed to the floor.

Your conscious faded, you choked on your own blood as some pooled under you. Quiet cries of pain and anguish were all you could let out.

“D…dad.” He stood over you, looking down with disappointment at your state. You put up no fight, your strength was pathetic.

He knelt down and grabbed you by the ankle, “you still whine? Fine. I’ll give you something to whine about.”

You felt your body be thrown across a street, then connect with a concrete wall. It crumbled under your weight, caving in and revealing the sight inside.

Families, hiding inside the town hall building holding each other tight. They screamed when you tore through the wall, crying for help from their god to give them mercy from the monster that terrorized their city right outside.

Your father stepped through the hole you made, and chaos broke out in the room. People got up to run away, but were stopped by the form of your dad standing in front of the exit.

“Leave, and I’ll kill you all.” His tone was emotionless.

Mothers started to cry, children were wailing, fathers held their families for the last time. It was heartbreaking. The sounds haunted you to this day, their last words to loved ones, prayers to their gods high above. God’s you now know don’t exist.

What god would allow such terror to befall onto their children like this?

The families backed into the clear corners of the room and trembled, your father walked to you and grabbed your collar. Throwing you through the roof, he followed you into the skies where he grabbed you once again and held your face to his.

“I’ll show you how insignificant these people are to us.” Lifting you above his head, using all his force he throws you straight down into the town hall.

You can hear the whole building collapse around you. Rubble fell on top of you and knocked you unconscious for a moment, but you woke back up.

“Ugh… no. No no no no!” If the rubble fell on you, it no doubt fell on the families that were in it as well. You pushed a concrete block off your chest with one arm and forced yourself up.

Dust constricted your eyesight, but you could see the damage around you. Large pieces of wood and concrete was all that was left behind of the building, its walls completely torn down and its foundation reduced to nothing.

You ran to a random block, and lifted up with whatever strength you had left, “please, please god no.” The block lifted up, and the sight under made you hurl.

Blood, so much blood. Gallons of it were splattered under the rubble, seeping through cracks and spreading out. You swore you saw an eye rolling around in the pool of blue.

A scream tore out your throat and you dropped the rubble back down. Floating away you look at the rest of the building. Even more blood, it was everywhere, those families once whole and alive now sat under concrete in pieces.

“No, NOOOO!”

You couldn’t mourn these lives lost before the sound of loud explosions and screams picked up outside. “Fuck!”

You shot outside and scaned the area.

Carnage. Pure carnage.

The minutes you sat under that rubble your dad took to demolish your town. Fire and destruction littered the city, no building was untouched.

Remains of the townsfolk you grew up with were thrown around. Arms, torsos, heads. The once pure white buildings were now painted blue with the blood of your people. It reeked of death.

You couldn’t stop the cries you let out, your people, your people. Decimated by a the man you called dad.

A voice entered your ears, with your new heightened hearing you recognized that cry.

Your mom.

“NO!” You flew straight to the sound, your eyes scanned the destruction as you searched for your mom.

“Edam!”

Your mother screams out, her cry let you pin point where she was and you made your way there quickly.

Once you got there, you saw she was at your home. Your tiny little single story house decorated with trees and greenery.

“MAMA!” Flying over the house to the backyard, you see your father’s form floating a few inches off the ground. You dropped right behind him with your fists raised, “don’t fucking touch he-!”

The words fell from your mouth when he moved to the side. Right where he was standing you saw a body laid on the floor in a pool of dark blue. Long white hair scattered around their body like a halo, and their skin tight attire was ripped to shreds.

Your mom’s bloodied form discarded on the grass, her heart ripped out of her chest.

She gasped for air, tears prickling in her eyes as she looked to her husband with betrayal.

“E—edam?” Her voice was barely higher than a whisper, but the two of you could hear it perfectly well.

You ran to her side and dropped to your feet, putting a hand over the massive whole in her chest and applying pressure like it would stop anything.

“Mama, no please mama stay with me!” You sobbed over her, picking her shoulders up and putting them on your lap. You ignored the pain in your arm and continued applying pressure.

“How could you?!” Turning your head to your father, you looked to see him standing there motionless, an unreadable expression on his face. “You monster! She’s your wife? How could you do this to her?!”

A cough brought your attention back to your mom, blood was now dripping from her mouth and her tears had fallen.

With the last of her strength, she put her hand over yours and squeezed it. The squeeze was so weak, but it felt so powerful to you. The corners of her mouth slowly turned upwards. “M-my…. love.”

And she smiled.

She fucking smiled.

The light left her eyes after she finished speaking. You could feel her chest stop rising and her hand go limp. Her head fell back, leaving you to try and keep it up.

“Mama? No please.” You shook your head, like you were trying to deny her death.

“Mama. Mama!” You begged for her to comeback, spouting prayers to your god, the same one you lost faith in, to spare her of this fate. To bring her back for just a moment. You held her head to your chest and clutched it like it was your lifeline, and it was.

Your father didn’t speak, for what reason you didn’t care. Your mother was dead, lifeless in your arms to the man you both trusted with your lives. A trust he crushed in his palms and turned to dust.

“Monster!” You cried, “A monster you are! A demon! You dare walk amongst these people like you are their companions when truly you were nothing but a pathetic liar!”

“I did what I had to.” His voice boomed. “You’re weak, these people made you weak.” Your father motions around him.

“I am not weak, you are! You talk about Viltrum like they are the only being’s fit to live, but you know that’s not true!” Tears of anger ran down your face. “And if you were strong you would defend that!”

Your words didn’t sit well with the Viltrumite, and he grabbed you by your collar and pulled you up away from your mom. Her body dropped back to the floor and your father punched you in the face again.

You fell down on your chest, and when you tried to get up and fight back an arm flipped you onto your back and punched you again. Your father crouched down above you and sent several more punches directly to your face, tearing off muscles and bone with each hit.

“Viltrum, is trying to save this universe. We are far stronger, faster, advanced, and durable than all of this planets combined!” He spoke between each punch.

“But these planets deny our help, they believe they are too mighty to allow themselves the mercy of surrendering if it means keeping their ‘freedom’ they worship!”

“So we teach them a lesson, teach them that there is no better option than to surrender. And if they still refuse Viltrum will be more than happy to help them learn the consequences.”

At some point he moved away from your face, sending a hit to your ribcage and caving it in, popping your lung and letting blood pour in. He hit your arm snapping it in half, and ensuring it had the same fate at the other one.

“You are weak! You know where you are better suited and still deny such an irrefutable fact! For what, a bunch of feeble creatures?”

He punches through your gut, pulling his fist out and letting your intestines roll outside of your body.

Your body had shut down by this point, you felt nothing but pain all over and you were barely breathing. You could feel your life slipping away with each punch.

“Why, WHY? WHY DO YOU MAKE ME DO THIS?! You could have been an exceptional warrior, your abilities tied to blood and your Viltrumite strength made for an unparalleled asset in our cause.”

His punches slowed down, leaving him slightly out of breath and you seconds way from death. He looked down at you, at what he had done.

Your blue skin was nearly entirely red, your jaw was missing pieces and several teeth had vanished. Your breathes were stuttering, and he could hear you gurgling on the blood in your lungs.

Your guts were displayed on your stomach, and both bones in your arms were exposed.

His daughter, the one he held so gently as a new born, kissing her soft skull and tickling her to get a laugh from her. A high pitched giggled he loved to hear.

His daughter, who was now a pile of mangled blood and bones, done by his own hands all in the name of his empire.

“D-da…daddy?” He heard you whisper, the words could barely come out of your mouth, lips red and eyes so swollen you probably couldn’t see him. You choked on your and cried at the sane time, your sniffles reminded him of you as a kid when you tried to hush your cries when he didn’t buy you a certain toy.

You were acting like a child right now. A small, scared child who just wants her daddy.

“…”

He scoffed.

“What a waste.”

Those were his last words to you, and you heard him stand up, and fly away.

Now you were left on the floor, at death’s door as you thought back on your childhood.

Every smile he gave you, every time he hugged you or played with you in the backyard. All of it was fake, a cover up for his true intentions.

Your mother used to always say you were a daddy’s girl, wherever he went you followed, whatever he did you mimicked. The bond the two of you had was deeper than emotional, she explained it as spiritual. It was the love between a father and his daughter. Like god herself connected the two of you to one another, a soul bond.

A bond that now felt like fire on your skin. Like a curse entwined with your soul. A bond you wanted to do nothing but tear to pieces.

‘I hate him, I fucking hate him. That demon, that filthy monstrosity. I’ll kill them, I’ll kill them all. I’ll make sure every Viltrumite regrets the very day they stood for their cause.’

Your head fell to the side, and through your blurry vision you saw a figure lying on the ground a fee feet away from you.

“Ma….ma.”

Like instinct you felt your hand gripping the dirt, and pull your body towards her. The feeling of your bones creaking and muscles straining as you forced yourself to crawl to her. You ignored your intestines dragging against the grass, you just wanted to get to your mom.

After minutes of struggle, you were close enough to hold her. Grabbing her hand you pulled her arm to your chest and cradled it. Your head rested on her shoulder, feeling the last bits of warmth escaping her body.

You were now hugging your mother, the way a child would when they sneak into their parent’s bed during the night when they had a scary dream.

Your conscious started to fade, and you let it, you had no energy left to fight. Even if you did fight, and god willing you made it out alive, you had nothing to fight for.

Your home was rubble, your planet left decimated by the man that built it. Everyone you came to love was killed.

With a final breath, your eyes closed and your strength left you fully. There you relaxed next to your mother in a pool of blue and red blood, mixing together around you two like the semblance of one last hug.

There you died beside your mom, ready to met her again in the next life.

But if only fate was so kind as to give you that.

hehe, plot twist!

next chapter will have mark again guys i swear just let me do some world building geez

also if i wasnt noticable the dads name is edam, i just felt that name brought fear.

is this basically marks plot line yes but its a daddy daughter relationship so its more painful ❤️

take a shot everytime i say “to see”

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i also have a few other fics planned tehe but i wont say much!