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Levitating - Head Engineer Mark x Captain Fanfic

“Hatred, which could destroy so much, never failed to destroy the man who hated, and this was an immutable law.”

—James Baldwin

Part Seventeen: (TW for some graphic-ish violence)

Scene: Invincible II, hallway

[MARK fades in and out of consciousness. The pain he felt before collapsing seems much duller now. Distantly, he’s aware that a small puddle of blood must be forming underneath him. Somehow, he knows—MARK realizes that this is how he’s going to die.]

ACTOR MARK: [standing in front of MARK’s prone body] Ah, there you are. I thought I might never find you.

MARK: [garbled, slurring words] Fuck… you… asshole.

ACTOR MARK: [looking down at MARK with mild distaste] Hm, I see you’re in no mood for pleasantries—which is just as well. See, I was worried for a moment that you might actually get away. But now I see that you’re well on your way to dying without my assistance.

MARK: You won’t… get away… with this.

ACTOR MARK: Really? Cause I’m fairly certain that I already have. Now it’s just a matter of time.

MARK: Right… you just have to wait for me to die.

ACTOR MARK: Something like that, yes.

[MARK forces his eyes open and looks up long enough to see ACTOR MARK. The man looks as smug as ever, still wearing that stupid red robe. MARK makes the mistake of trying to move and a huge burst of pain flares up again. He blindly reaches down and immediately feels a pool of sticky and slightly warm liquid—his drying blood. If he wasn’t already on death’s doorstep, it might’ve made him feel a bit queasy.]

ACTOR MARK: [sighing, annoyed] Ugh, this is taking too long. Must I really do everything myself?

[ACTOR MARK roughly rolls MARK over so that he’s lying on his back. MARK blinks dazedly at the man and doesn’t understand what’s going on, at least until ACTOR MARK purposefully shoves a shoed-heel into MARK’s stab wound. MARK screams in pain, suddenly way more alert. He tries to shove the other man off of him, but perhaps due to the blood loss he’s too weak.]

ACTOR MARK: Why won’t you just die already?

[ACTOR MARK pushes his foot even more firmly into MARK’s wound. The pain is unimaginable and again MARK screams at the top of his lungs in absolute anguish. He struggles against ACTOR MARK the best that he can, but it just isn’t enough.]

ACTOR MARK: [seething] You mean nothing—you never have. You’re worthless. A copy of the real thing. You should just be grateful that I let you live this long.

[MARK tries to respond, but the pain makes it difficult for him to think up a good comeback. He also begins to wonder why he isn’t dead yet, though. He certainly feels like he’s dying. Why doesn’t he just… die? Why isn’t this torture over with yet, he wonders just as ACTOR MARK lifts up his foot and slams it down seemingly as hard as he can on MARK’s abdomen.]

ACTOR MARK: That’s for trying to steal the Captain away from me.

MARK: [slurred] Their name is… Y/N…

ACTOR MARK: Ugh, whatever. They’ve never played by my rules, either. Y’know what? Maybe you two were good together. You both just seem to love fucking up my plans, don’t you?

MARK: Where… are they…? Where’s… Y/N?

ACTOR MARK: I already told you, idiot, they’re gone! Why is that so hard for you to understand?!

MARK: They wouldn’t just… leave…

ACTOR MARK: Oh yeah? What makes you so sure about that?

MARK: I trust the Captain… I trust Y/N. They’ll be back… they wouldn’t just… leave me here.

ACTOR MARK: [scoffing] You’re delusional.

MARK: [with a smile, eyes trying to stay focused on ACTOR MARK] Maybe I am. But I have to… to trust them.

ACTOR MARK: [angrily] I don’t get it. Why are you so loyal to them? You’re supposed to be like me. You’re not supposed to be some—some sappy crybaby.

MARK: [with a chuckle that turns into a vicious coughing fit] You’re jealous of me. I don’t know how… I didn’t see that… sooner. You’re jealous because I did… what you couldn’t.

ACTOR MARK: Shut up. I’m tired of listening to you.

[ACTOR MARK removes his foot from MARK’s wound again and apparently decides that the next best course of action is to kick in his ribs. The man must deal a pretty strong blow, because MARK swears he hears something crack.]

MARK: [wheezing, now struggling for air] Killing me won’t change… how the Captain… feels. If anything, it’ll just make them… hate you even more.

ACTOR MARK: I said to shut up!

[ACTOR MARK deals a few more kicks to MARK’s ribcage. Somehow, MARK still isn’t dead.]

MARK: [attempting a smirk] Looks like I’m… pretty hard to kill… after all.

[As if enraged even further by the other man’s statement, ACTOR MARK leans in close and then punches MARK square in the face. One punch, two punches, three punches, four punches—and crack, MARK’s nose is most definitely broken.]

MARK: [slurring heavily] I can barely even… feel the pain anymore.

[ACTOR MARK reels back to deliver another harsh blow, but just then someone shouts from farther down the hallway.]

CAPTAIN: [sprinting toward the two MARKs, two other people are following closely behind them] Actor, stop.

[The CAPTAIN’s voice is firm, but not a shout. It’s clearly an order. ACTOR MARK pauses mid-punch, looking back in confusion at the CAPTAIN.]

ACTOR MARK: [incredulous] You’re not supposed to be here yet.

CAPTAIN: [stoically, face betraying no emotion] Yeah, well, tough shit, I guess. You should already know by now that I’m stubborn.

ACTOR MARK: How did you even get here? I watched you jump into a wormhole. A wormhole! You were never supposed to come back to this ship.

CAPTAIN: Well, it turns out that Mark and I aren’t the only people who have been trying to stop you, Actor.

[As if on cue, two individuals emerge on either side of the CAPTAIN—Wilford Warfstache on one side and Darkiplier on the other. They look equally unamused at ACTOR MARK’s antics.]

DARK: I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long, long time.

WILFORD: Actor, c’mon. Aren’t you tired of playing these games? It’s time to move on. Let the past go; it doesn’t matter anymore. You can’t get back what was never yours to begin with.

ACTOR MARK: [scoffing] Hah! That’s rich, coming from you. At least I didn’t steal someone’s wife!

WILFORD: [calmly] I never stole anything from you, Actor. Celine went with me willingly. You have to let this go—this, this hate has been consuming you for far too long, my old friend.

ACTOR MARK: Friend?! I am not your friend! You betrayed me—

[As the arguing goes on and ACTOR MARK moves to stand in front of Wilford, the CAPTAIN seizes the opportunity to check on MARK. He does not look good.]

CAPTAIN: [gently shaking MARK’s shoulder to get his attention] Mark? Mark, can you hear me?

MARK: [slowly blinking open his eyes, looking around, seemingly confused] Captain? What’s going on? How are you here?

CAPTAIN: [hurriedly] It’s a long story and I don’t have the time to explain it now. We need to get you out of here before Actor realizes that Wil and Dark are just a distraction.

MARK: I don’t think… I can move…

CAPTAIN: [gulping down a wave of fear, trying to put on a brave face for MARK] Sure you can. You’re legs aren’t broken, right?

MARK: No… but I’ve lost a lot of blood already and everything hurts. It hurts to breathe, Captain.

CAPTAIN: [attempting to haul MARK up to his feet] You’ll be all right. We just gotta get down to the med-bay.

Mark: I appreciate the thought, Captain, but I really don’t think I can… make it there.

CAPTAIN: What?! No, that’s nonsense. I didn’t come all the way back here just to leave you now. C’mon, you can do it. Just lean against me, okay? You just gotta walk. That’s all. It’s easy—I promise.

MARK: [giving the CAPTAIN a meaningful look, speaking softly] It’s okay, Captain. I knew you’d come back.

CAPTAIN: Yes—which is exactly why we should be leaving now. I didn’t come back just to watch you die.

MARK: [leaning heavily against the CAPTAIN, very clearly unable to walk by himself] I don’t think… that’s a decision… you get… to make… Captain…

[The CAPTAIN tries their best to get MARK to the med-bay. It’s a rather difficult task, considering how MARK’s currently as good as dead weight. The CAPTAIN, though outwardly appearing quite calm, is internally freaking the fuck out. Seeing MARK in such a state is concerning on multiple levels. If it weren’t for the pure adrenaline forcing the CAPTAIN on in their current mission of Try To Keep Mark Alive, they’d probably break down and sob.]

CAPTAIN: [quietly, to themselves] You’re my best friend, Mark. I can’t lose you like this.

[Eventually, somehow, the CAPTAIN and MARK make it to the ship’s med-bay. MARK looks dangerously close to passing out, what with his extremely paled complexion and the sheen of sweat on his brow. His nose looks broken and bloody; there appears to be some sort of injury to his lower abdomen—the CAPTAIN realizes that this must be the source of the blood loss.]

CAPTAIN: [gently laying MARK down on a cot] Okay, okay. We’re here. I’ll be okay now. Just… try to relax, okay? I’m gonna administer some meds to help you feel better.

MARK: [opening eyes, looking around warily until his gaze settles on the CAPTAIN] I don’t wanna… go to sleep… What if I… don’t wake… up?

CAPTAIN: [forcing a smile, taking one of MARK’s hands in their own and giving it a gentle squeeze] You will. I promise. You just need to rest for now.

MARK: [frowning slightly, a weak shake of the head in protest] What about… you? Are you gonna… leave again?

CAPTAIN: No, no. I’ll be right here, Mark. I won’t leave.

MARK: [still unsure] Promise?

CAPTAIN: [smile breaking, with tears forming in their eyes] Yeah. Yeah, of course. I won’t leave.

MARK: All right… As long as you stay… right there…

[The CAPTAIN gives MARK a hefty dose of some pain meds and waits until they’re certain he’s asleep before moving to a nearby cupboard to find the other medical supplies they need.

It doesn’t take long for the CAPTAIN to realize that MARK’s going to need more than a few stitches for his stab wound. He’s also going to need several blood bags and his ribs should probably get X-rayed, based on the nasty-looking bruising already forming on his chest. And his nose… that’s going to need to be reset.

The CAPTAIN works diligently, making sure to hook MARK up to the proper machinery to monitor his heart rate and other vital signs. With any luck, he should be in stable condition within the next several hours.

If Actor doesn’t get in the way again somehow, that is.]

For previous parts of this story please check out the pinned post on my profile!

https://missxfaithc.tumblr.com/post/683108987976155136/levitating-head-engineer-mark-x-captain-fanfic

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