"Sorry, nothing."
The next thing he knew, he was looking up at the sky as he fell over backwards.
"You're another one aren't you! I'm not letting you get me! I don't have time for this, I need to get my body back. Everything is screwed up now, just screwed."
Mark landed on the ground and skidded back nearly a foot.
"Wait, no! We're not going to attack you!"
The boy looked up.
"We?"
"You weren't supposed to tell him!"
Alexandria leapt at the boy and with a powerful swing from her leg, knocked him out of the way. She then immediately jumped on him and subdued him.
"Calm down, we aren't hostile. I'm certainly not interested in this whole bothersome thing, just as you are. We only want to talk. So we can get of it."
The boy let up on struggling for a second. But quickly went back to being aggressive.
"No, no, there is no way out unless we give them what they want! Didn't you hear them? They track us and they put those things in us to shock us! And the hezodin or whatever drug they have us on. I'm not taking any chances! Things were so bad before, and the longer I'm here, the worse they'll get."
Mark tried to calm him.
"No, no we have a plan just hear us out. If we stay together..."
"NO!"
The boy partially broke out of Alexandria's hold and lifted her body, despite it being much bigger than his, on his back and slammed her into the black fence, pinning her. Alexandria started pounding his back to break free, but she suddenly began to shout in pain.
"Alexandria, what's wrong?"
She didn't answer and only began to trash about more violently, striving to escape. At that point, Mark charged the boy and grabbed him, hoping to be able to throw him to the ground, but as soon as he gripped his bare arm, his hand felt like it was on fire.
"Ah!"
He jumped back.
"What was that?"
The boy still had Alexandria pinned, she seemed to be getting weaker. Mark became desperate. He took off a shoe and tried to smack the boy with it. It was for naught; the boy knocked the shoe from his hand and grabbed his arm. Mark yelled as he felt his arm become consumed by terrible pain.
"Ahhhhhhhhh! Get off!"
He tried to punch the boy, but it didn't seem to have much effect. Like his hand, his face too was extremely hot. Mark began to feel dizzy and lost his footing. He stumbled over the discarded shoe, and fell down to ground, his back against the fence. With his last bit of energy, he latched on to the fence and demanded that his body get up, he sent everything he had to his arm muscles, begging them to pull him up. They did not.
As Mark's vision was being drained of color, and started fading to black, he kept giving the signal to his now petrified arm.
He was afraid. He was hurt. He thought that he might even be dying. He couldn't see Alexandria any longer, but the sounds of her struggling against the fence had long ceased.
A single tear fell from Mark's eye and ran down his face. To die as someone other than himself was something that had never crossed his mind. He wasn't ready, he couldn't bare parting with everyone no matter how inevitable. He began to regret even insignificant things; the last memory of his younger sister was a fight with her - over what didn't matter, Mark was sorry for it. How could he abandon his own sister like this? Having caused her trouble? Would this be what she always remembered him by?
"Verona..."
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