A magic trick, makes the world dissappear

[shes_intense]

WHO: shes_intense and whoajeezwhat
WHERE: The streets of the City
WHEN: Tonight (May 5th, 2010)
WARNINGS: Punching and sadtiems.
SUMMARY: Brenda and Mark fight some thugs, Brenda gets ported out of the city, Mark watches her go. :(
FORMAT: Paratastic?

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[whoajeezwhat]

Mark set his feet on the ground after a brief moment to take a look around from a higher point of view. Inviting people (namely friends) for a night of patrol was more of an excuse to spend time with them while getting some crime fighting done. Besides--since having discovered that the Porter had granted him his invulnerability back? It was safe to say that he was a lot more predisposed to take the bad guys on.

"Not too bad. Kinda slow." He took a few steps toward Brenda, still at a considerable distance, hands resting loosely on his sides. It was funny--he could remember when she'd asked him for How Does I Superhero lessons all those months back. "What about yours?"

[shes_intense]

"Dishwasher in my apartment broke." Brenda sighed, shrugging and coming up little closer to mark, flipping up the faceplate of her helmet so she could meet his eyes properly.

"So that was a pain in the butt. I could replace it, but debated the cost of doing that or doing dishes by hand and decided I could cope with wrinkled fingers over a three hundred dollar hit to the pocket book."

She smiled. "Other than that, dead boring. Work is work, crime is avoiding me like the plague."

And lo, the crash of a breaking window around the corner.

"... speak of the devil. Was that all I had to do to get some action around here?"

[whoajeezwhat]

"Yikes." A pause. He remembered the last time he had gotten to wash the dishes with his father, but Mark smiled at the last statement and opened his mouth to reply before the crash was heard. An immediate change in his expression took place.

"If only everything were that easy." A pause, as he started to move. The sound didn't seem all that distant, so he figured each of them could get there by their own means. "I'll go on ahead. Meet me there?"

[shes_intense]

"I'll be there in five. You tenderize them for me." Brenda grinned, nodding for him to take the head start, then setting off at her own run.

She'd been itching for something to take out a bit of tension with all week...

Mark beat her there no problem of course, so when she arrived a few minutes behind he was already in the thick of handing a few looters their collective butts. They were nothing impressive, thugs in stocking masks (how did anyone think they could get away with petty crime still in a city like this one?!) so Brenda didn't pause before taking a run at one of them and grappling the guy to the ground.

Unfortunately that brought his buddy who has slipped out of Mark's grasp over to Brenda. He wound up for a punch... and sunk his hand right through the back of her head.

Brenda, likewise, sank through the man she'd be straddling. Her knees through his hips and her hands in his chest.

"M-MARK?!?!Her voice cracked with panic and she forgot to call him by his alias completely

[whoajeezwhat]

It had been pretty standard. Mark arrived, didn't even bother with a surprise attack, banter was thrown here and there and the battle had begun. He'd become a little more cocky since the Port-Out-Port-In, with due reason. He grabbed one of the thugs by the collar while dodging another one's attacks and barely had time to deliver a punch to the attacker's chest before Brenda arrived, turning his head with a slight smile. The distraction allowed the criminal in his hands to slip away and make his way over to Brenda, hoping perhaps that she could be taken hostage and used as a trade to get away from Invincible.

As he was ready to take another one on, he heard his name--his actual name--get called out with a tone of panic. If his bafflement had started with that detail, it quickly changed when he realized that she had suddenly phased through a thug and begun to irradiate light

[shes_intense]

Brenda's panic only ratcheted higher when Mark couldn't touch her either. The thugs that had been tangling with her bolted up and fled down the street, boots pounding on the pavement as they pulled further away.

"I don't know!" She wailed, staggering back to her feet, eyes welling up as she her hands started to disolve in front of her.

And then the pull, that sickening yank and twist at the core of her that she'd felt only once before...

"Oh god.."

Her head shot up, eyes meeting Mark's with horror.

"...I-I'm going back. It feels like when I came here. I think I'm - "

She swallowed thickly, her voice starting to break as her body wavered from there to distinctly not. "Mark, I'm sorry! T-tell Jaime I'm sorry!"

And with a snap of static, and a final trickle of light, she vanished completely, her helmet landing with a crack on the ground in her wake.

[whoajeezwhat]

"BRENDA!" Mark yelled with his hands reaching out, as if hoping that would somehow stop the process. Predictably enough, he was left alone in the middle of the alley, eyes staring down at the spot where he had seen her only moments ago. The helmet rotated on itself from the impact until it finally came to a stop. Her communicator had fallen to the pavement not far away.

He breathed. It hadn't sunk into him yet. Brenda was gone. Back to her world, leaving him behind. If he'd told himself that escaping from this world was what most people wanted--what he wanted--contradictory feelings had pushed that thought back.

A full ten minutes passed. He hid his face in his hands, kneeling on the floor, trying to pull himself back together. He'd never seen anything like this with his own eyes. He didn't remember when it had happened to him, but suddenly he imagined how scary it must had been for every imPort to watch one of their friends be taken away