POV Mark: third person
Mark jumped from his bed and looked at the clock. “3PM?? What the hell? I actually got up this morning!” He put on his glasses and went down stairs. He heard his computer was already on, just asleep. He woke it up and saw that he had recorded about ten minutes of a game before it stopped. He sat down in the chair and watched what he had already recorded.
“How do I not remember this?” He asked himself when it ended.
Then it all came back. Well, the things that Hawk had let him remember.
“Oh right,” Mark slowly turned around in his chair. “That happened.” He remembered bits and pieces though. “I was in space with someone who worked in space… Hawk… that’s right. That’s her name.”
He got up and went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. The cool air jolted another memory. “I was changed… I had wings…” He felt for the scars but they weren’t there. “Did I have wings?” The fan in the computer started up as the system waited for him to come back. Another memory, “the gun chooses the soldier…?”
He was so confused but felt that it had happened. He wished he could have remembered it. Like what the black things were in that video and why they wanted him. But he remembered her laugh, Hawk’s laugh. He remembered that she told him he’d always have a place at the… whatever it is. But then he couldn’t remember anything else, except waking up in his bed.
He decided to get on with his life and if it was actually really important, it would come back.
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Hawk Meets Markiplier
FanfictionThis is part 1 of ISF Origins: Markiplier Hawk has worked in the ISF for several years and has seen too much in this universe but this... this human, Markiplier, she never saw coming. The Intergalactic Space Force gains ground on their quest but Haw...
