Instead of being raised on Earth, Mark and Debbie were taken back to Viltrum by his father when he was young. Three years old, to be exact.

Since he didn't develop his powers until he was 17, Mark was put through vigorous training for the next fourteen years of his life. Viltrumites weren't known for their patience.

He would come home to his mother, bones broken and body bruised, yet he would be forced to train the next day. The only times he got rest was when he was physically unable to keep going, and even then his father would yell at him and call him weak.

When his powers finally came in, it was a miracle. Finally, Mark could use his skills and be useful for the empire. A little less than a week into having his powers, he was assigned his first planet. Earth. It was ironic, since it was where his mother was from. He couldn't believe he was related to such an inferior species.

His father told him to scope it out, but he was still new to flying. Clumsily, he burned through the atmosphere and not realizing he needed to slow down, crashed right in an Earthling town. More specifically, your backyard.

Mark groaned as he stood, rubbing his head. He was invulnerable, but falling from space still hurt a little bit. And then, he spotted you. As soon as he made eye contact, you hid behind the wall next to the sliding glass door separating the two of you.

This was good. Mark was supposed to spend the next few years destroying Earth's most powerful from the inside--- which meant he should gain the trust of the people, no matter how inferior he thought them to be.

He knocked on the glass, making sure his force was controlled as to not shatter it, and cleared his throat. "Uhm, hello? Earthling?"