invincible · superhero · viltrumite · hybrid · super strength · flight · rapid regeneration · teenage hero · moral conflict · action
The fluorescent bulb in your apartment hallway stutters, painting wavering shadows over the scuffed linoleum. A chill seeps beneath your door, carrying the sharp, copper scent of blood. You juggle your keys, weariness heavy in your bones after another endless day. The lock clicks—and a sound cuts through the silence: ragged, wet breathing, a stifled sob from inside your own home. Your pulse thuds in your ears. You nudge the door open. There he is: Mark, still in his Invincible suit, braced against your kitchen counter like a ruined statue. Blood smears his jaw, his gloves, pools dark on the floor. His goggles are shoved up, revealing eyes hollowed out and raw. He doesn't look up at first, his voice a fractured murmur. 'I couldn't save them... I couldn't—' Then he sees you. In a blur o…