1985, The Earth, US, Somewhere in Bronx
"Ms Smith, your son might go to juvenile detention" Principal was sitting across both the 6 year old Marcus and his mother, Martha.
"You have to understand that he broke several bones in that poor child's hands. Early signs of violence doesn't really help his future path. But I could get rid of any problem for a very little prize from you Ms.Smith" by his tone and eyes Principal wasn't a good person by any mean.
Martha sighed and brought out a voice recorder which had all his words recorded
"YOU! DELETE THAT RECORDING"
"Hope you'll be resolving problem my son caused. Anyways thanks principal we'll be taking our leave." Martha got up with his son and left with a satisfied but cunning smile on her face.
Past few years have been pretty rough on her, her husband which suddenly appeared in her life suddenly disappeared leaving her devastated and pregnant. But through cunning and pure grit she was proud to have raised her son to be good kid. Only today he happened to break a few bones. She remembered him squeezing his bike handles so hard it was deformed. It was obvious he would break a bone, question was when. Was her son super soldier like Captain America from WW2? she didn't know but she knew he was strong as Cap. Was it connected to her husband? she thought about it a lot. Whatever it was, her son was blessing to her.
"Why did you fight with little Bob?" She asked with a soft smile.
"Bob said that you were poor and uglier than his mother and that you were a husbandless because you were ugly but I know he was lying but he wouldn't admit." Marcus's words were said in grumpy sad voice.
"If you knew he was lying why did you get mad?"
"Because he is a bitch" Marcus replies.
"Woah Woah language kiddo. Who'd you learn that from? Whatever, when we get back you'll mow the backyard OK? big man." Martha reprimanded.
"Ok mom."
Rest of the walk toward home was uneventful.
9PM
"MARCUS! FOOD IS READY! GET THE REST OF THE BACKYARD TOMORROW!" Martha walked towards her backyard to call her son only to find the lawnmower on it's own. "MARCUS? MARCUS! STOP PLAYING AND COME OUT!" but she didn't realize it was too late to call him as he was already in outer space.
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1995, Somewhere in the universe
*Clank* *Clank* *Clank*
Strong smell of sweat and iron filled the air in training hall of Sanctuary II, Ship of Mad Titan. in the center of the hall were two girls fighting with swords. One with the skin color of green and other of blue. These were the 2 of the children of Thanos. Both adopted and trained to fight for his cause now at the age of 16.
*Clank* Nebula parried her sister's strike and got ahold of Gamora's arm and threw her overherself slamming her against the floor which Gamora responded by sweeping Nebula to let her fall. Both of them retreated from each other getting few breath of air.
"You've gotten sloppy sister" Nebula taunted which Gamora responded with "Could say the same to you"
After brief rest both charged at each other exchanging sword blows one after another.
*CRACK* Gamora's sword suddenly broke at the hilt resulting in Nebula swinging her sword once and for all aimed at Gamora's neck. But, Gamora had already hidden dagger out of her wrist and went for a stab aiming at Nebula's eyes.
Before everything could escalate to point of no return, bot their blades were caught by a man standing between them. He was 6'2 with muscular build and long golden hair. His face followed after his mother's beauty, with a deep brown eyes. "Very eloquent duel, my sisters."
Both sister were happy to see their brother even though they didn't share same blood. Marcus was the only legitimate son of Thanos. He had respect of most of Thanos's children. Specially Nebula and Gamora's being same age as them. He was kind in a place of killers and in cult like force behind Thanos.
"Dear brother did you persuade the father" Gamora asked Marcus.
"Don't listen to her, Father's purpose is great and we shouldn't take it so lightly. Brother, I fear for your life everytime you bring the topic of rebelling father." Nebula also stated her concern.
"let's talk later"
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2000, Somewhere in the universe
In the training hall Marcus stood in center with blood dripping from his fists. On the floor were Nebula, Gamora, Corvus and Cull. "That's it for today, guys. I just wanna say goodbye my brothers and sisters. I think father will be sending me for mission"
It has been 15 years since he has been abducted by his father at the backyard of his home. During those times he was desperate and paranoid. He tried to make sense of things and wanted to return home. On the other hand, he felt invincible, what he thought the truth was came out of the bag. His father was strong alien just like superman from comic book he used to read. It seemed the fate of his was destined for greatness.....at least for few months that is. Harsh truth was that his father was space variation of Austrian painter. All the dream of saving people against the evil vanished in that instance. His father meant to erase half the universe.
During the 15 years he tried to convince his father and his adopted sibling many times with futile results further punishments but he didn't give up until now. Now, he wasn't going on a mission that his father assigned. Actually there wasn't even a mission. Now he meant to assassinate his father and return to earth.
Shortly after he was in front of floating throne.
"Father, your son has come to you regarding the matter of balance and I have come to accept your solution" He bowed in front of his father.
"So. Reason prevails… as it always does." happiness on Thanos's face was the most genuine he's ever shown in front of all his subject.
Thanos stood up and walked to stand in front of Marcus, stroking his hair "Be at peace. Your father is satisfied." *Shing* "I can't say the same you bitch" before his smile could falter Marcus's hand sprang to action with hidden blade aiming at Thanos's neck.
*Grab* Thanos's speed and perception was beyond Marcus's current skill set overwhelming him and catching the blade in instant. "hmm...still clinging to defiance. I see now how deeply your mother has shaped you. I banish you to Earth. You will remain there until my purpose is fulfilled… unfilial child. See how the humans you're trying to protect so hard is flock of evil eating away at the resources of the universe just like others." Before Marcus could think of anything he was knocked out and was carried into the most advanced cryonic space ship which had the sole purpose of getting him to earth in 3 days and return.
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*murmur* *murmur* "HUH!" Marcus woke up to see himself getting robbed on the streets of Bronx, not that he had a lot to steal with. As he woke up all the teenager who were robbing him ran in all directions.
"Where the fuck am I?" He check behind his neck to not found his translator implant. Only English skill he had was the one from age of six that he had nearly forgotten and the address of his old crib. He stoop up and walked along the sidewalk. looking at the new movie posters, girls walking with bikinis, new fashion, new city. it gave him sense of nostalgia from all the humans he is seeing compared to outer space with very few humans. 'Just what is that mad man thinking, sending me here'.
Before he could walk a long time car had just stopped by him and rolled down their window "You look lost my friend. Do you need a ride? for a fare of course." Driver asked with a smile.
"Uhh....Hello, My name is Marcus Smith." He answered and smiled.
"I ain't ask that, friend. You look American. Did you grew up in foreign country or something? give me an address, ADDRESS, A-D-D-R-E-S-S, do you understand?" Driver was in his late 60's with a lot of boring time in his hand.
"Oh address? it is XXXXXXXX XXXXXXX 16th street 19250" Marcus said quickly which made driver nod in happiness. "get in my friend"
Driver started the car and started driving. "So what're you doing in New York? women? money? Diddy parties? What're you here for?"
"Uhh...My mother here" Marcus said awkwardly.
"Your mother here? oh my god. Alright I'll just shut the fuck up. Here is an English textbook that I was going to give my granddaughter for her birthday but she went missing. Read it on the way learn some words" Driver gave him book which helped Marcus learn English even for a bit.
____30 minutes later____
"We've arrived. for my fee please help this old man. look at this, this is picture of my granddaughter she went missing 2 weeks ago. if you see her please call this number" Driver said and handed out a paper with a number on it.
"Thank you Ma'am" Marcus said.
"It's a sir. Sir for man, Ma'am for women. ok?" Driver replied with a sigh.
After thanking the man, Marcus walked to the front door of the house and knocked on it. What opened the house wasn't his mother it was white crackhead dude.
"Who the fuck is you?" crackhead asked.
"I am looking for mother." Marcus said already smelling something fishy.
"YOO Tyrone!!, Look at this dumbbell lifting muscle head illiterate motherfucker at the door 'I am looking for mother blah blah' Shut yo ass up and get out of here ok? Old lady who lived here passed away, even if she didn't she would be gargling on my di-" *splash* Marcus could tell he was mocking him and his mother by the way he was grabbing his nuts and He could hear the whimpers of girls at the back of house so he slapped his head clean off his body.
"YO! WHAT THE FUCK JODY! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU!" without a word 3 guys who were chilling in the living room brought out a glock and started shooting at him which hit him but the bullets were bouncing off his chest.
Marcus jumped to them and ripped the arms of one and smashed the head of one and made hole in the chest of one of them. "Trash" Marcus walked toward the basement and opened it to reveal several girls ranging from age 18-24 year old girls chained against the walls one of them was the granddaughter of the old driver. "Boys. you are....uhhhh.....free. YOU BOY!, your grandpa uhh...call?"
"Which certainly confused them" whole ordeal of calming them down took a lot of time inside the basement.
Then he ripped the chains off them and went to leave the house. 'Mother passed away? what does that mean?'
Before he could walk away from the house he saw police cars surrounding the place responding to the gun shot sounds "POLICE!!! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD"
'hmm police? yeah I remember wanting to be police when I was young.'
Marcus actually complied because in his mind he didn't want to treat lives of a good man as game and force his way out. Two police came to him and cuffed him behind his back "Uhh police man what does 'passed away' mean?" Marcus asked a very strange question from the police which they responded.
"That's very strange question. It means died."
Before officers could confirm their higher ups that they got the suspect they saw the girls coming out with observable starvation out of the house which they comforted and when they went closer to the front door of the house they saw their career's worst sight ever. sights of splattered brain, dangling intestines and pools of blood.
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'DIED?!'
(A/N: Yeah lowkey I just wrote it cus I was bored and concept sounded pretty fun in my head. I guess I was kinda overconfident in my writing skill but do let me know if y'all like it. Honestly it's been such a long time since I seriously wrote like this. I feel kinda in peace or something idk. Ending of this chapter was way more darker at first. like his mother would've been depressed and she would've died from overdosing while selling her body and Marcus would find her with bunch of guys and she is dead and the guys don't know what to do, she overdosed and it would've been way graphic but my faint heart can't do that. Even then this ending of this chapter is also pretty dark)