Step into the exhilarating world of "The Great Web," where the destinies of
four extraordinary individuals collide, giving rise to a tale that transcends the
boundaries of reality itself.
Zain Zaffar, Arush Kumar, Ritvik Anand, and Agrim Sharma, c...
We tracked Mark to an old, abandoned warehouse near the docks. The place reeked of decay and desperation, a fitting hideout for someone in his position. We approached cautiously, each of us on high alert.
"There he is." Ritvik whispered, pointing to a glowing figure pacing inside the warehouse.
"Alright, let's move in..." Zain said. "Remember, we need to talk to him. Fighting is our last resort."
We spread out, surrounding the warehouse. I took a deep breath and stepped inside, the others following closely behind. Mark turned to face us, his eyes burning with anger and fear.
"Stay back!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the empty space. "I don't want to hurt anyone!"
"We're not here to fight, Mark." I said, holding up my hands in a gesture of peace. "We just want to talk."
"Talk?" he scoffed. "What is there to talk about? I'm a freak now. There's no going back."
"That's not true." Zain said, stepping forward. "We can help you. We know what happened, and we understand why you did it."
"You don't understand anything!" Mark roared, his body flaring up with molten heat. "You have no idea what it's like!"
He lashed out, sending a wave of molten metal toward us. We dodged and countered, trying to keep the fight contained.
"Mark, stop!" I shouted, webbing his arm and pulling him back. "This isn't you!"
"Shut up!" he screamed, breaking free and charging at me. We clashed, the heat from his body nearly unbearable. The others joined in, trying to subdue him without causing too much harm.
"We're your friends!" Arush yelled, dodging a swipe from Mark. "Think about Liz! She needs you!"
At the mention of his stepsister's name, Mark hesitated. It was just enough for Zain to move in, delivering a swift, non-lethal strike that knocked him to the ground.
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"Please, Mark." I said, kneeling beside him. "Come home. Let us help you."
Mark looked up at me, his eyes filled with tears. Slowly, he nodded. We helped him up and led him out of the warehouse, keeping a watchful eye on him the whole way back to the Allan household.
When we arrived, Liz and her parents were waiting. As soon as they saw Mark, their faces fell.
But before Mark could respond, his stepfather stepped in front of Liz. "Get away from us!" he spat. "You've brought nothing but shame and danger to this family."
Mark's face twisted in pain. "Dad, please..."
"Don't call me that!" his stepfather growled. "You're not my son. You're a monster."
Liz's mother said nothing, her face a mask of sorrow. Mark looked at each of them, his heart breaking with every passing second.
"Fine..." he said finally, his voice hollow. "I get it. I'm not wanted here."
He turned and walked away, his shoulders slumped. We watched helplessly as he disappeared into the night, knowing there was nothing more we could do.
"Mark, wait!" I called after him, but he didn't stop.
Zain put a hand on my shoulder. "We did our best, Agrim. He has to make his own choices now."
We stood there for a moment, the weight of our failure pressing down on us. Then, slowly, we made our way back to the city, each of us lost in our own thoughts.
As we swung through the night, I couldn't shake the feeling that we hadn't seen the last of Mark Raxton. And when we did, I knew it wouldn't be as allies.
