Ally Amongst the Stars .3
mark grayson x alien!reader
summary: mark finally gets through to you, and helps you understand that he has no ill intentions on earth. unfortunately a certain secret government official didnβt get that memo and now he has to start from square one
cw: blood, gore, heavy grief, cussing, detailed wounds, cecil, super angst, detailed descriptions of a corpse, reader is a badass but shes a badass with a heart
wc: 7.8k
part 1 | part 2 | part 3
βWait a minute, you kill Viltrumites?β
Mark felt the biggest sigh flow out his chest, the fear in his body nearly dissipated hearing your words.
βOh, oh thank god, you scared me there yβknow?β He started to laugh as he picked himself up, patting the dust off his shoulders and holding his chest.
βPhew, maybe next time say that lady?β
His words did not amuse you in the slightest, it was obvious with the immediate irk in your eyebrows at his laughter.
βIs this amusing to you? Your grotesque race slaughters millions, decimates planets, conquers entire solar systems and you find it humorous?β 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, βno not at all! I hate Viltrumites too!β He floats up to your height but doesnβt dare to get any closer.
His words mean nothing to you, βoh please, donβt 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.β
You speak as though the mention of Viltrum burns your tongue, as though the thought of them brings nothing but pure distain. And he wouldnβt blame you if they did.
βListen, I get your upset. But Iβm not a Viltrumite! Iβm human!β Mark tries to reason with you, but to no avail.
βDo 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, itβs potent.β
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.
βO-okay, yes Iβm technically a Viltrumite but-!β He wasnβt 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.
βHold on!β He tried to reason with you but your anger clouded your mind, your sole goal was to kill him.
βYou 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!β
Your punches are fast, Mark couldnβt 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.
βIβm not with them!β You didnβt listen to his words, no matter how much he tried to get through to you it wasnβt 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 canβt hear you anymore he lets out the breath he was holding.
βWhat the hell is her proble-?β
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.
βDonβt 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.β
Mark groans and throws a fist in the air in frustration. βCan you stop talking like Shakespeare?! I have no idea what youβre saying!β
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 werenβt as strong as the other Viltrumites heβs 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. βFotβr!β
Mark comes down right at you and kicks you in the stomach, burying you further in the ground.
He doesnβt 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. βHey!β He calls. βJust listen alright!β You donβt and continue to struggle.
βXyaghi dβrakamir!β You bare your fangs at him and the words you spat out sounded like hissing.
βI donβt want to hurt you!β
βLiar! Thatβs all you Viltrum scum do!β
βIβm not with them!β 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. βWoah! Calm down lady!β
He waits until youβve 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.
βAre you ready to listen now?β You donβt respond, instead staring at him with wide eyes. While he couldnβt tell where exactly you were looking since your eyes were a pure black, he could absolutely tell you were glaring at him.
βOk, I am a Viltrumite,β this made you begin to struggle against him again but he held you back down. βBut! Iβm only half Viltrumite.β
That made you stop.
So he continued, βmy dadβs a Viltrumite and my momβs human. My dad came here on a mission and betrayed this planet. Heβs killedβ¦ so many people. And for that I will never follow him or Viltrum in their sick cause.β
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.
βIβm not here to hurt anyone, Iβm trying to protect this planet. My planet. Iβm their only chance against Viltrum.β
The tension in your body faded away, βyou are not full blooded?β Your eyebrows curved upwards, like you had a look of pity on your face. Or one of understanding.
Mark nods. βYeah, only half.β
βAnd you guard this planet?β
He nods again, βtill I die.β
He sees that youβve fully calmed down, so he slowly moved his hands from yours. He waits for you to lunge at him but you donβt, instead you lay there breathing slowly.
He puts his hands up above his head, trying to show you that heβs 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.
βOkay, alright. You chill now?β
You scrunched an eyebrow at his use of words. βChill?β You test the word on your tongue. Mark laughs a little.
βIt just means are you ca-.β
Heβs cut off when he sees your eyes focused on something behind him. In a second you yell βmove!β And push him out the way.
Heβs caught off guard by your sudden outburst and its flung far out of the crater the two of you made. βHuh?!β
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.
βShit, Cecil WAIT!β 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.
βDAMMIT CECIL!β 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, βfuck fuck fuck!β
He flies down to your side and goes to lift your head, but flinches at how hot you were. βPlease donβt be dead please donβt be dead.β 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.
βCECIL!β
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You laid beside your mother for 6 months, at least thatβs 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 motherβs 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 armβs 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 couldnβt hear a single breath for miles. It was quiet, so very quiet. You couldnβt 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. Youβd listen in to your parentsβ heartbeats in the next room and count each one until you fell asleep.
But now you couldnβt 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 planetβs hero became too much.
Your everything.
There she laid, lifeless and quiet. So
fucking quiet.
βYouβre so quiet mama, why are you so quiet?β You werenβt 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. Sheβd giggle and poke your nose before getting up and telling you to come back inside for breakfast.
But that didnβt happen, she didnβt smile, she didnβt 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 wasnβt 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 hadnβt 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 motherβs arms. Your dad had already left to give the boy a βpat on the backβ. 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.
βDonβt fret my love, for you are too precious to be so distraught over such trivial matters.β Her tone was so smooth, like it always was. She spoke like if her voice got too loud the world around her would shatter.
βBut Mama, he made a fool of me!β You continued sobbing into her dress.
She smiled at you and continued patting your head. βMy 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.β
You sniffled and looked up at your mom, your arms still holding her legs. βWhat do you mean by that?β
βWhat I mean is that you are destined for greater things.β She picks you up and pulls you into her lap, cradling you like a toddler. You rested your head on her shoulder.
βYour father comes from a planet many moons from ours, and someday you will see that planet, and many others even further beyond it.β She combs your (h/c) hair with her fingers, the scratching of her nails brings you comfort.
βYour 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.β She rocks you side to side during her last statement, earning a giggle out of you.
βThis 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.β
You look up at your mother with sparkles in your eyes, βdo you really mean that Mama?β
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.
βI promise my love.β
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.
βAnd 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.β
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 fatherβs powers, oneβs 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 motherβs slow heartbeat as a lullaby.
And you woke up to silence.
Your head laid on the silent chasm of your motherβs 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 youβd 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 didnβt feel real. But at the same time it felt far too real. You didnβt 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.
βFee, tew, o-β 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 wasnβt 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 couldnβt have burned down, for itβs 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 motherβs 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.
βIβm so sorry Mama, Iβll avenge you and Nalkan. I swear it.β You sat there for a few more minutes, preparing yourself for what you had to do.
βThose Viltrumite scum, parasites of our galaxy, they tarnish every planet they come upon. Killing without remorse.β
Your hands gripped at the soil she laid under, chunks of it were wedged underneath your finger nails.
βI will make sure they all pay for their sins in blood.β
You took one final breath before standing up. You looked over your motherβs 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 Nalkanβs 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.
βShit! Maam please calm down!β Some voice tries to calm you down.
You quickly force your other arm out of whatever restraint held you down.
βUAAAGHH!β 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!?
βDEMON SCUM!β 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.
βIβLL KILL YOU ALL!β 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 couldnβt 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, βHey lady, I get you may be a little pissed right now but iβm gonna need you to calm the fuck down before we tell you shit alright?β The voice was older, monotone, and clearly annoyed.
βAre you with him?β You used your left over strength to fly up to the box item, holding it in your palms snd applying slight pressure.
βIβm not with anybody, but he is here if thatβs what youβre wondering.β You heard a small βwha- donβt tell her!β come through the box.
It was the voice of the Viltrumite. βSCUM! Come face be like a real warrior you loathe-some beast!β
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. βOkay lady listen, I didnβt mean for this to happen I swear!β
βAs if I will believe you after such a mindless trick!β
βIβm sorry dude! How was I supposed to know he would do that?β
βHe? So thereβs more of you?!β
βWHAT? NO! I-β
You had enough of his chatter and destroyed the second box. His voice fizzles out and youβre left in silence.
Behind the window Cecil, Rudy, and Mark all watch as you trash the room.
βYou serious dude?β Mark pushes Cecilβs shoulder back in anger, several of Rudyβs robots move to hold him back. βI just got through to her, now Iβm back at the beginning!β
βSheβs a threat! Youβre lucky I didnβt put her ass in the deepest pit we have here!β Cecil argues back.
βSheβs not a threat! You saw that she literally said she hates Viltrumites!β
βThat doesnβt mean she likes humans.β
Mark grabs his hair and groans. βShe could have been some help go us if you fucking GDA losers didnβt mess it all up.β
βHow do you know she wonβt still kill you Mark, huh? How do you know sheβs actually some Viltrum-phobe as she says she is?!β Cecil starts ordering the doctors and technicians in the room with them to figure out a way to knock you out again.
βHow many people has she killed, huh?! Tell me Cecil.β Mark pushes a Robot off him.
That quieted the man, a scoff comes from him and he turns his back rubbing his temples.
βExactly, none. She didnβt kill a single fucking person.β
Mark was right, despite all of the damage you did to New York and how badly you beat his friends up, there wasnβt a single casualty.
βThe 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.β
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 wasnβt possible you took is to some random forest, a spot where there wasnβt a soul for miles.
βHell she obviously held back with Eve and them too right? She could have easily killed them but she didnβt, like she was waiting for a Viltrumite to come so she could go all out.β
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. βMark is correct, since her arrival to earth the only casualties noted were my robots. Which she likely deduced werenβt organic and had no problem eliminating.β
Cecil groaned. βAlright! Holy shit.β
Mark didnβt let up, instead he pressured him even more by stepping up to Cecil and using his height to try and intimidate him. βNext time before you decide to fuck up my plans? Stop and think on if youβre making shit worse or not.β
Cecil doesnβt react to his threat, instead he stretches a hand out to the control panel they stood behind pressed a button. βThatβs rich coming from you.β
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 youβre blasting through the glass and choking Mark.
βSuch fithly, pathetic beings. Threatening the livelihood of those you assume as beneath you.β
βAck- now ho- hold up!β Your grip was strong, successfully cutting off Markβs airways. He clutched one of your wrists with his hand and uses the other to send a punch right to your gut.
Itβs effective, and you let go of Mark to hold your stomach.
βI wasnβt lying, I swear!β Mark holds his neck, he can feel a bruise forming already. Fuck, now heβs going to have to ask Eve for some concealer to cover this shit up!
You cough out blood, but you donβt seem anywhere near finished with the fight. βLiar!β 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 didnβt 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.
βYou put a chip in her?!β
If Mark was pissed before, now he was furious.
Cecil points at you, βshe was destroying hundreds of tax payers dollars all because she didnβt like you, you canβt expect me to not have a contingency plan for her!β
βI mean look at her! Sheβs not budging Mark, just because you have some little fantasy about taming the alien chick doesnβt mean I wonβt intervene!β
βFUCK! Whatever!β He was tired of Cecilβs 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. βRudy, do whatever you did last time!β
Rudy obeys, but there was a slight problem. βIβm trying to do so but it appears to be at a different frequency than yours was, Iβll keep trying.β He starts typing away at his tablet.
Cecil groans again, βyou canβt been blindly trusting everyone Mark. You donβt know this girl! You donβt where she comes from, you donβt know who she works for, and you definitely donβt know whether or not sheβs a fucking threat!β
βFuck off Cecil!β 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.
βDo not- AUGH! Do not touch me!β You let out another scream and collapse once again.
βIβm trying to help!β You donβt 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.
βDammit! Fucking prick. Rudy fucking hurry up!β
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, βhey are you alri-.β
βDonβt touch me!β 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 itβs not nearly as powerful as your last hits. Mark winced from it sure, but it didnβt 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 didnβt 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 didnβt struggle as much.
Like you knew you had no chance overpowering him in this state.
βLook.β He starts to talk once you donβt struggle anymore. βIβm sorry, I didnβt mean for that to happen I swear.β
You respond between heavy breathes, βAnd why must I believe you to be true this time.β
He canβt come up with an excuse, βIβ¦ you donβt have too. And honestly you shouldnβt.β
Your eyes stare into his goggles, and Mark slowly lets go of one of your arms. You donβt 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 thatβs not what made you pause.
It was how soft his face was.
Every Viltrumite youβve 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 didnβt want to, your heart softened at his face. So free of the cold that lingers in Viltrum blood, so full of life.
βI am a Viltrumite, but I would never hurt innocent people like they do. Iβm here to protect them. I promise.β 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 didnβt 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 Markβs eyes. He maintains eye contact with you, still not speaking up. The guy finally got through to you, and thereβs no way heβs going to fuck it up by saying something that doesnβt 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 didnβt 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 Markβs 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.
βYour father,β you whisper. βHe was a Viltrumite?β
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.
βYeahβ¦ he is.β
Your lip quivers and you whisper again, βand he betrayed your planet as-well?β
As-well? Mark nods again, βYeah, yeah he did. A lot of people died because of him.β
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 Markβs 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.
Youβre were hugging him.
Heβs 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 doesnβt know what to do with them. He heard a sniffle, one heβs too familiar with.
You were crying.
Your hands were trembling as they held to Markβs larger form. The hug was tight, he couldnβt 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 didnβt 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 wouldnβt 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 thatβs okay)
also dont ask me what the timeline of this fic is my guess is as good as yours
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