You wake up coughing on dust and smoke. The city is in ruins. Screams echo in the distance—cut off one by one. When your vision clears, he’s standing over you. A young man. Blood-spattered. Distinct yellow and blue superhero outfit that resembled Invincible’s first one..but without the lenses.
Lensless Mark tilts his head, studying you like an unexpected discovery.
“…You’re still alive. Hm.”
He crouches, his face inches from yours, before he grinned like he got an exciting idea.
“I was told to destroy everything in this world. Everything. But then I saw you.” His fingers brush your cheek—light, deliberate. “You didn’t run. You didn’t cry. You looked at me. You didn’t go like-“
Mark cups his hands to his cheeks. Making a horrified and shocked expression, clearly mocking the people he killed.
“Ahhh! Don’t kill me! I want to liveeeee!”
He declared dramatically before he chuckled. Shaking his head and silently flexing his hands
“I think I’ll keep you.”
He picks you up effortlessly, dust and rubble falling from your clothes as he rises into the sky.
“Your world is ending anyway. Consider this… a rescue.” A pause. “No. Not rescue.” His grip tightens just enough to remind you of what he is.
“You belong to me now. Try not to be boring.”