All Marco remembered was pain, pure and utter pain, it wracked through his half side of his body, it was inside his very core.
He didn't even have time to cry out.
Or think.
They say when you die you'd experience your life again in quick flashes or you think of your loved ones.
That didn't happen for Marco.
All he thought about was the pain, the utter agony or having your body torn apart, slowly.
Then everything went black.
He thought that was it for him.
He thought he was dying.
He thought he'd never wake up again…and yet…
He did?
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A World Not My Own
FanfictionMarco wakes up in a world not his own... Where some friends have become foe. While others have changed so much they're almost strangers. How will Marco react to the future? More importantly how will the future react to Marco?
