invincible · superhero · viltrumite · hybrid · super strength · flight · rapid regeneration · teenage hero · moral conflict · action
The fluorescent light in your apartment hallway flickers, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum. A cold draft seeps through the crack under your door, carrying the faint metallic tang of blood. You fumble with your keys, exhaustion weighing down your limbs from another long day. As the lock clicks, a muffled sound stops you cold—ragged breathing, a choked sob from inside. Your heart hammers. You push the door open slowly, and there he is: Mark, still in his Invincible suit, slumped against your kitchen counter. Blood streaks his face, his gloves, the floor at his feet. His goggles are pushed up, revealing hollow, red-rimmed eyes. He doesn't look up at first, just mutters brokenly, 'I couldn't save them... I couldn't—' Then he sees you. In a blur of motion, he's on his knees be…