Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Interlude ❯ The Possessed ( Chapter 8 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: ApocalypseBlade 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.02.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 157 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.02.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 157 | Status: Completed
Mark knew he had known her from before, maybe not in this life, but Mark knew that he knew her. Leahanna draped her arms around his neck, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, breathing deeply and taking in the distinct smell of her silky hair. His mind reveled in the peace it had finally found and he believed there was only one thing to do at this point. He pulled his head back a little from their embrace, the song still flowing in the air, and looked deeply into the dark eyes of Leahanna. She looked back into his painfully sorrowful eyes. 'If only he could see them.' She thought. If only Mark could see the pain in his eyes then maybe he would remember her, remember the past and maybe even the son he had. Leahanna quickly put away such memories. She would not break down crying now, now that Mark's mind was on the brink of remembrance. Mark leaned his face into hers slightly, she answered by moving her face closer. Their lips were merely inches apart and quickly getting closer. Mark closed his eyes and hoped for the best as he felt her breath against his skin.
Their embrace was abruptly disconnected as a projectile flew into the air, barely missing Leahanna's head as a result of Mark pushing her out of the way. He looked furiously into and around the crowd of swaying people and the moving lights. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a group of five, maybe six people laughing very heartily as they all took another swig of the bottles in their hands. Mark began to storm over towards them, only to feel a restraint of his right arm.
"No," She whispered to him, "Stay here with me." She said looking into his eyes as she placed his hands around her waist. Mark complied without much resistance, he realized the only thing the wanted was to see him get angry, and by getting angry, they win.
Again, Mark pulled his head back, looked into the dark orbs of Leahanna's eyes. She looked back at Mark, as if to look into his very soul. Again, their faces began a journey towards one another. Their lips were only centimeters away when yet again, a bottle was thrown, but this time, it hit Mark in the back of his head. It shattered upon impact, giving him a second of pain, which simply pissed him off further. His eyes suddenly became faded, as if the color was leaving his body. Leahanna still gazed into his eyes, but now, she was fearful. He left her abruptly and ran towards the assaulters with a firestorm of anger.
He sprinted towards them wanting to rip their heads off, but he stopped roughly two yards from the group, as if to size them up. The only one he recognized was the one that had confronted him in the hall after he had planted his heel into the other kid's face. The others he did not know, nor did he care, they would all die, very, very soon. The one he recognized was the first to speak.
"Hey, where did you get that ugly bitch?"
Mark's eyes widened in complete disbelief of what was just said. Laughter followed after the comment.
"Is that Shotius?" Another one asked.
Mark was becoming insane with anger. It was impossible to imagine them comparing the two, though he knew not one. Laughter echoed after that remark too. It was becoming uncontrollable, the anger grew steadily and in moments, his eyes were completely blotted out, and glowed a pure white.
"SHUT UP!!!" He yelled as he rushed the one who had spoken first. He grabbed his face with one hand and thrust it into the wall, leaving the rest of the body still vulnerable for an attack. He penetrated his face with the other fist, killing the boy almost instantly. Now he had the attention of the chaperones.
"HEY! What do you think your doing?!" A teacher said as he walked up to Mark. He simply growled and kicked the teacher's legs out, and came up again to kick the teacher in the chest while still in the air, sideways. The poor man flew into the wall behind him breaking a foot into the wall. He turned to see that not only did he have the five other, original people to fight, but now some guys from the dance. They circled around him, as if to attempt to box him in. He let them, it would only prove to be more fun for him. Once the circle was complete, roughly twenty guys stood around him with Mark in the middle. He smiled wide as his aura, after all these years without usage, crackled and burst to life in a silver color as he started around the circle, successfully snapping the neck, or the spine of all of them.
'Only one more left.' He thought to himself as the pleasant snap echoed from the victim's neck. He threw his wrist towards the face of the target, only to have it strangely stop against an unknown force. He saw the boy's forearm had blocked his attack and was somehow keeping him at bay. He pushed down harder to see no sign of struggle on the other boy's part. His eyes were a dull color and his hair stood on his head, giving him at least three inches. Though, what Mark could see of his physical stature was not very impressive, the young man was just as, if not stronger, than Mark. They stood in a deadlock, glaring into each other's eyes, waiting for the other to attack. Leahanna watched from the other side of the floor as the rest of the people lined up against the walls of the would be basketball court. For some reason or another, the exits were blocked by some force, it would not allow anyone to pass. All she could do was watch as the one she thought was her love, and a mysterious foe fought it out to the end.
Learisto smiled wide. He knew that his man would easily defeat the damned Saiya-Jin.
'Unless…' He thought, 'No, no, I mustn't think that.' He dismissed the idea without a second thought. He looked again to his orb and within he saw Mark and his opponent, still looking fiercely into each other, become tense as the beginning was near.
Mark suddenly went to kick the foe, only to hit air as the enemy quickly back stepped and followed up with a series of punches. Mark could sense a tainted influence within the opponent, but he did not know what it was. He paid it no heed as he continued his assault.
A punch was thrown at Mark's face, but it missed my millimeters as Mark did a "matrix" like move and bent backwards. His foe fell over top of him and plopped clumsily to the ground. Mark flung his heel up, getting ready to execute an axe kick. His heel came crashing down and broke into the floor several inches where the head of his adversary would have been. He rolled out just in the nick of time, right before the dreaded foot crushed his skull. He rushed Mark in a furious ire. He seemed to float right above the ground as he charged. Mark was ready to counter as everything seemed to slow to a molasses speed. Everything was happening super-fast to everyone else, only to Mark and his enemy did things move slowly. In the space of minutes, thousands of blows were both blocked and had landed.
They both suddenly jumped out from it all, landing about twenty feet form each other, both seemed to be wounded and out of breathe, but Mark was on one knee and his challenger was standing.
He suddenly appeared right above Mark and kicked him to his back. He followed up by straddling Mark on the chest and began to pummel him, only to have Mark fight back furiously and punched him, not only off of him, but also to his back on the floor. Mark did a cat handspring, flinging his body upright and proceeded to attempt to beat his foe.
The enemy did the same thing, but managed to kick Mark squarely in the chest and knock him to the ground, spitting up blood. He jumped into the air, close to the ceiling with his hands meeting at the wrists and extended in front of him. With a rallying call of strength, he gave off a cry of battle as a beam of energy sped towards Mark and successfully made contact with his body, exploding as soon as it touched. A crater roughly ten feet deep was formed as the possessed being dropped back to the ground, landing perfectly, and smirking in victory. That, however, was very short lived. The smirk soon turned into a frown of disbelief.
Loose pieces of the floor broke off and started to rise into the air. From the crater, large chunks of rocks did the same. A golden aura started to illuminate from the cavity, and soon to follow, was the grimacing face of Mark. His hair was fading form black to gold to black to gold, shifting constantly, never quite choosing an absolute. Mark's eyes were still white with insanity as he rose completely into view. Veins from his arms, neck and head stood out against his skin. Fear set into the foe and everyone there as Mark screamed a horrible cry of hate and anger. His aura rushed up his body faster and faster and it burst at long last to reveal to everybody the Super-Saiya-Jin, Mark.
Learisto fell back from his orb saying to himself, "No, No, NO!! He can't remember, his thoughts are mine! DAMN HIM!" He continued muttering in his native, demonic language as guttural sounds echoed through the palace. His guards smirked, they knew what he was saying, and they reveled in their master's displeasure.
The opponent coward back in fear as the golden figure stood calmly in front of him, smirking in delight. He knew that he was going to die, but he would fight to the finish. Mark finally spoke saying, "Give up now, you know you can't win, and I know you can't win."
The foe stepped back with a determined look on his face. Mark saw he was not going to surrender. He smiled and said, "Fine, have it your way. Have fun… in HELL!"
Mark rushed him in a firestorm of fury. The boy merely blinked and Mark was right in front if him, pummeling his stomach. He performed an axe kick, hitting the foe and the top of his head with Mark's heel, bringing him to the ground face first. Mark then looked to the ceiling and then back down to the enemy with a smile. As if his head were a hacky-sack, Mark kicked under his chin, bring him about knee high. Mark kicked him again with the side of the same foot and caught his throat with his hand. He then flew up into the air, roaring and spinning towards the ceiling.
Mark thrust the back of his head into the ceiling at least a foot, then tore his head from it and threw him to the ground. Mark quickly followed the falling body and side kicked him just as he hit the ground, breaking him into the floor well over half a foot. He performed a back flip and readied for another attack with his left arm in front of him going across his body. He saw as slowly, the wounded fighter stood up from the terrible attack, dazed. Mark rushed him, hitting him with a close-line, causing the enemy to flip completely in the air. When a three hundred and sixty degree turn had been achieved, Mark elbowed his back, causing him to fly towards the opposite wall with incredible speed and again Mark followed closely behind.
His already bloodied face crushed into the wall, with the addition of Mark's hand plowing it. Though as soon as it had entered the wall, he head was pulled out and thrown to the ground. Mark watched as he body bounced into the air as a result of the force behind the throw. Mark flew up to him and kicked him in the side, causing him to fly towards yet another wall to his left. He never quite made it to the wall though, he hit Mark's fist first, making him fly towards the opposite wall, near the entrance.
He penetrated the wall completely, coming into a kitchen area. His body screamed for mercy, but his tainted mind would not allow it. Mark suddenly appeared right behind him and kicked him into the air. Mark punched him with his left hand, making another hole in the wall, different from the one he made while entering. Mark, again followed him out, kicking him squarely in the stomach, this time, successfully hitting the wall on the other side of the dance floor. Mark punched him twice in the stomach and twice in the face, pushing him further into the wall, roughly ten feet up. He fell to the ground, face first while Mark landed perfectly, glaring at him about fifteen feet away.
An aura suddenly crackled to life from the foe, he threw himself up and flew towards Mark in a demonic fit of rage. Mark simply smiled as he came closer and closer and finally landing his punch right between Mark's eyes.
Again, his smile quickly turned into a frown as Mark showed no sign of flinching. He punched him yet again in the stomach, kicked his face with his left foot, spun around again and with the left foot, nailed his jaw with Mark's heel. Blood splattered all over a couple close to that wall. The girl screamed in horror and disgusted.
Mark kicked him yet again into the air. He rapidly went towards the ceiling, only to be kicked to the ground with an axe kick. He rushed towards the ground with incredible speed. Just as his broken body crashed into the ground, Mark's heavy foot amplified the pain. His body bounced upward yet again and it was kicked towards the opposite wall. He became aware of what was happening and managed to land feet first into the wall. He jumped into the air and performed a Solar Flare attack. The area suddenly flashed a bright white. Everyone, including Mark, covered their eyes from the light. The foe came down just behind Mark and kicked him three times in the back of the head before landing on the ground.
After that, his body took over and ran towards the exit as fast as his wounded legs could carry him. Mark turned around, not phased by the attack. He strafed to the right, releasing small energy blast as he did, which caught the enemy and crippled him. Mark then proceeded to walk to him. Moments of fear filled the opponent as he watched Mark slowly plod towards him. They both knew this battle was nearing the end.
Mark, after finally arriving at the wall he leaned against, grabbed his head and threw it to the opposite side of the room. He made a fine imprint as his body collided into the weakened walls. Something then came into Mark's head that he had known once before, but only now remembered.
He formed a triangle with its middle, index fingers and thumbs then, he took his middle and index fingers and swept them down either side of its sternum down to an upside-down hand fold with the palms facing each other. He brought its hands up to its face so that the hands covered the nose but leaving the eyes and the rest of the face showing. He then spread its hands in a way that only the eyes were showing. He then thrust its hand away from the face to a little bit off the side of the ears with the hands spread and the thumbs down, making a solar flare position. He shot his hand, then, above his head in an 'X' formation with the hands in a clawing position. He brought his hand out to the side with its arms fully extended. He brought his hands together so that the heels of the palms met. A white ball of energy grew in his palms and after a few moments of charging he screamed, "METO TETZOU!!"
The energy stored shot out of his hands like a missile. It sought the body of the unfortunate young man and once it collided with him, his skin was immediately incinerated, leaving exposed muscle. A gaping hole was left behind him as the skinless warrior fell to the ground. His head stirred as he took his final breaths and at last, relinquished his soul to the underworld and releasing himself of the demonic influence. A silence filled the battleground as they all looked to one another.
'Are we next?' They all thought. Leahanna watched desperately, waiting for the white of his eyes to fade. But, against her will, it did not. Mark was still insane, which meant probable death to all. A light flashed through the room and Mark said, "You are all free to leave." Mark spoke with a cold tone as he glared towards the fresh corpse of his opponent, as if trying to inspect it. A huge exodus started as everyone ran to the doors, fearing death. Leahanna was reluctant to go, but alas, she decided to.
Mark stared at the corpse, he watched as blood flowed freely from the skinless body and a strange thought suddenly entered into his head, 'I can be stronger…'
Their embrace was abruptly disconnected as a projectile flew into the air, barely missing Leahanna's head as a result of Mark pushing her out of the way. He looked furiously into and around the crowd of swaying people and the moving lights. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a group of five, maybe six people laughing very heartily as they all took another swig of the bottles in their hands. Mark began to storm over towards them, only to feel a restraint of his right arm.
"No," She whispered to him, "Stay here with me." She said looking into his eyes as she placed his hands around her waist. Mark complied without much resistance, he realized the only thing the wanted was to see him get angry, and by getting angry, they win.
Again, Mark pulled his head back, looked into the dark orbs of Leahanna's eyes. She looked back at Mark, as if to look into his very soul. Again, their faces began a journey towards one another. Their lips were only centimeters away when yet again, a bottle was thrown, but this time, it hit Mark in the back of his head. It shattered upon impact, giving him a second of pain, which simply pissed him off further. His eyes suddenly became faded, as if the color was leaving his body. Leahanna still gazed into his eyes, but now, she was fearful. He left her abruptly and ran towards the assaulters with a firestorm of anger.
He sprinted towards them wanting to rip their heads off, but he stopped roughly two yards from the group, as if to size them up. The only one he recognized was the one that had confronted him in the hall after he had planted his heel into the other kid's face. The others he did not know, nor did he care, they would all die, very, very soon. The one he recognized was the first to speak.
"Hey, where did you get that ugly bitch?"
Mark's eyes widened in complete disbelief of what was just said. Laughter followed after the comment.
"Is that Shotius?" Another one asked.
Mark was becoming insane with anger. It was impossible to imagine them comparing the two, though he knew not one. Laughter echoed after that remark too. It was becoming uncontrollable, the anger grew steadily and in moments, his eyes were completely blotted out, and glowed a pure white.
"SHUT UP!!!" He yelled as he rushed the one who had spoken first. He grabbed his face with one hand and thrust it into the wall, leaving the rest of the body still vulnerable for an attack. He penetrated his face with the other fist, killing the boy almost instantly. Now he had the attention of the chaperones.
"HEY! What do you think your doing?!" A teacher said as he walked up to Mark. He simply growled and kicked the teacher's legs out, and came up again to kick the teacher in the chest while still in the air, sideways. The poor man flew into the wall behind him breaking a foot into the wall. He turned to see that not only did he have the five other, original people to fight, but now some guys from the dance. They circled around him, as if to attempt to box him in. He let them, it would only prove to be more fun for him. Once the circle was complete, roughly twenty guys stood around him with Mark in the middle. He smiled wide as his aura, after all these years without usage, crackled and burst to life in a silver color as he started around the circle, successfully snapping the neck, or the spine of all of them.
'Only one more left.' He thought to himself as the pleasant snap echoed from the victim's neck. He threw his wrist towards the face of the target, only to have it strangely stop against an unknown force. He saw the boy's forearm had blocked his attack and was somehow keeping him at bay. He pushed down harder to see no sign of struggle on the other boy's part. His eyes were a dull color and his hair stood on his head, giving him at least three inches. Though, what Mark could see of his physical stature was not very impressive, the young man was just as, if not stronger, than Mark. They stood in a deadlock, glaring into each other's eyes, waiting for the other to attack. Leahanna watched from the other side of the floor as the rest of the people lined up against the walls of the would be basketball court. For some reason or another, the exits were blocked by some force, it would not allow anyone to pass. All she could do was watch as the one she thought was her love, and a mysterious foe fought it out to the end.
Learisto smiled wide. He knew that his man would easily defeat the damned Saiya-Jin.
'Unless…' He thought, 'No, no, I mustn't think that.' He dismissed the idea without a second thought. He looked again to his orb and within he saw Mark and his opponent, still looking fiercely into each other, become tense as the beginning was near.
Mark suddenly went to kick the foe, only to hit air as the enemy quickly back stepped and followed up with a series of punches. Mark could sense a tainted influence within the opponent, but he did not know what it was. He paid it no heed as he continued his assault.
A punch was thrown at Mark's face, but it missed my millimeters as Mark did a "matrix" like move and bent backwards. His foe fell over top of him and plopped clumsily to the ground. Mark flung his heel up, getting ready to execute an axe kick. His heel came crashing down and broke into the floor several inches where the head of his adversary would have been. He rolled out just in the nick of time, right before the dreaded foot crushed his skull. He rushed Mark in a furious ire. He seemed to float right above the ground as he charged. Mark was ready to counter as everything seemed to slow to a molasses speed. Everything was happening super-fast to everyone else, only to Mark and his enemy did things move slowly. In the space of minutes, thousands of blows were both blocked and had landed.
They both suddenly jumped out from it all, landing about twenty feet form each other, both seemed to be wounded and out of breathe, but Mark was on one knee and his challenger was standing.
He suddenly appeared right above Mark and kicked him to his back. He followed up by straddling Mark on the chest and began to pummel him, only to have Mark fight back furiously and punched him, not only off of him, but also to his back on the floor. Mark did a cat handspring, flinging his body upright and proceeded to attempt to beat his foe.
The enemy did the same thing, but managed to kick Mark squarely in the chest and knock him to the ground, spitting up blood. He jumped into the air, close to the ceiling with his hands meeting at the wrists and extended in front of him. With a rallying call of strength, he gave off a cry of battle as a beam of energy sped towards Mark and successfully made contact with his body, exploding as soon as it touched. A crater roughly ten feet deep was formed as the possessed being dropped back to the ground, landing perfectly, and smirking in victory. That, however, was very short lived. The smirk soon turned into a frown of disbelief.
Loose pieces of the floor broke off and started to rise into the air. From the crater, large chunks of rocks did the same. A golden aura started to illuminate from the cavity, and soon to follow, was the grimacing face of Mark. His hair was fading form black to gold to black to gold, shifting constantly, never quite choosing an absolute. Mark's eyes were still white with insanity as he rose completely into view. Veins from his arms, neck and head stood out against his skin. Fear set into the foe and everyone there as Mark screamed a horrible cry of hate and anger. His aura rushed up his body faster and faster and it burst at long last to reveal to everybody the Super-Saiya-Jin, Mark.
Learisto fell back from his orb saying to himself, "No, No, NO!! He can't remember, his thoughts are mine! DAMN HIM!" He continued muttering in his native, demonic language as guttural sounds echoed through the palace. His guards smirked, they knew what he was saying, and they reveled in their master's displeasure.
The opponent coward back in fear as the golden figure stood calmly in front of him, smirking in delight. He knew that he was going to die, but he would fight to the finish. Mark finally spoke saying, "Give up now, you know you can't win, and I know you can't win."
The foe stepped back with a determined look on his face. Mark saw he was not going to surrender. He smiled and said, "Fine, have it your way. Have fun… in HELL!"
Mark rushed him in a firestorm of fury. The boy merely blinked and Mark was right in front if him, pummeling his stomach. He performed an axe kick, hitting the foe and the top of his head with Mark's heel, bringing him to the ground face first. Mark then looked to the ceiling and then back down to the enemy with a smile. As if his head were a hacky-sack, Mark kicked under his chin, bring him about knee high. Mark kicked him again with the side of the same foot and caught his throat with his hand. He then flew up into the air, roaring and spinning towards the ceiling.
Mark thrust the back of his head into the ceiling at least a foot, then tore his head from it and threw him to the ground. Mark quickly followed the falling body and side kicked him just as he hit the ground, breaking him into the floor well over half a foot. He performed a back flip and readied for another attack with his left arm in front of him going across his body. He saw as slowly, the wounded fighter stood up from the terrible attack, dazed. Mark rushed him, hitting him with a close-line, causing the enemy to flip completely in the air. When a three hundred and sixty degree turn had been achieved, Mark elbowed his back, causing him to fly towards the opposite wall with incredible speed and again Mark followed closely behind.
His already bloodied face crushed into the wall, with the addition of Mark's hand plowing it. Though as soon as it had entered the wall, he head was pulled out and thrown to the ground. Mark watched as he body bounced into the air as a result of the force behind the throw. Mark flew up to him and kicked him in the side, causing him to fly towards yet another wall to his left. He never quite made it to the wall though, he hit Mark's fist first, making him fly towards the opposite wall, near the entrance.
He penetrated the wall completely, coming into a kitchen area. His body screamed for mercy, but his tainted mind would not allow it. Mark suddenly appeared right behind him and kicked him into the air. Mark punched him with his left hand, making another hole in the wall, different from the one he made while entering. Mark, again followed him out, kicking him squarely in the stomach, this time, successfully hitting the wall on the other side of the dance floor. Mark punched him twice in the stomach and twice in the face, pushing him further into the wall, roughly ten feet up. He fell to the ground, face first while Mark landed perfectly, glaring at him about fifteen feet away.
An aura suddenly crackled to life from the foe, he threw himself up and flew towards Mark in a demonic fit of rage. Mark simply smiled as he came closer and closer and finally landing his punch right between Mark's eyes.
Again, his smile quickly turned into a frown as Mark showed no sign of flinching. He punched him yet again in the stomach, kicked his face with his left foot, spun around again and with the left foot, nailed his jaw with Mark's heel. Blood splattered all over a couple close to that wall. The girl screamed in horror and disgusted.
Mark kicked him yet again into the air. He rapidly went towards the ceiling, only to be kicked to the ground with an axe kick. He rushed towards the ground with incredible speed. Just as his broken body crashed into the ground, Mark's heavy foot amplified the pain. His body bounced upward yet again and it was kicked towards the opposite wall. He became aware of what was happening and managed to land feet first into the wall. He jumped into the air and performed a Solar Flare attack. The area suddenly flashed a bright white. Everyone, including Mark, covered their eyes from the light. The foe came down just behind Mark and kicked him three times in the back of the head before landing on the ground.
After that, his body took over and ran towards the exit as fast as his wounded legs could carry him. Mark turned around, not phased by the attack. He strafed to the right, releasing small energy blast as he did, which caught the enemy and crippled him. Mark then proceeded to walk to him. Moments of fear filled the opponent as he watched Mark slowly plod towards him. They both knew this battle was nearing the end.
Mark, after finally arriving at the wall he leaned against, grabbed his head and threw it to the opposite side of the room. He made a fine imprint as his body collided into the weakened walls. Something then came into Mark's head that he had known once before, but only now remembered.
He formed a triangle with its middle, index fingers and thumbs then, he took his middle and index fingers and swept them down either side of its sternum down to an upside-down hand fold with the palms facing each other. He brought its hands up to its face so that the hands covered the nose but leaving the eyes and the rest of the face showing. He then spread its hands in a way that only the eyes were showing. He then thrust its hand away from the face to a little bit off the side of the ears with the hands spread and the thumbs down, making a solar flare position. He shot his hand, then, above his head in an 'X' formation with the hands in a clawing position. He brought his hand out to the side with its arms fully extended. He brought his hands together so that the heels of the palms met. A white ball of energy grew in his palms and after a few moments of charging he screamed, "METO TETZOU!!"
The energy stored shot out of his hands like a missile. It sought the body of the unfortunate young man and once it collided with him, his skin was immediately incinerated, leaving exposed muscle. A gaping hole was left behind him as the skinless warrior fell to the ground. His head stirred as he took his final breaths and at last, relinquished his soul to the underworld and releasing himself of the demonic influence. A silence filled the battleground as they all looked to one another.
'Are we next?' They all thought. Leahanna watched desperately, waiting for the white of his eyes to fade. But, against her will, it did not. Mark was still insane, which meant probable death to all. A light flashed through the room and Mark said, "You are all free to leave." Mark spoke with a cold tone as he glared towards the fresh corpse of his opponent, as if trying to inspect it. A huge exodus started as everyone ran to the doors, fearing death. Leahanna was reluctant to go, but alas, she decided to.
Mark stared at the corpse, he watched as blood flowed freely from the skinless body and a strange thought suddenly entered into his head, 'I can be stronger…'