» Sun Nov 07, 2010 3:29 am
Marko slipped in and out of conciousness for most of the trip to Harristown, when he was awake he was confused and weak. He spent the next few hours slipping in and out of the darkness that enfolded him, each time awakening to a new scene he couldn't distinguish. Finally, it appeared that he was in one place for good. In his delirious state he couldn't recognize the place he was resting at, but he sensed something familiar about it, so he relaxed. Finally, his eyes closed once more and the darkness enveloped him again, but this time in peaceful sleep.
Marko felt like he had slept for days, as he woke his body was stiff and cold, his muscles were weak and his bones ached. His skin was paler than usual, and the armor he always wore was stripped from his body, along with all of his equipment. Now he was lacking a shirt, but at least he was wearing some comfortable pants. He looked down at his torso to find a large bruise on his stomach where the armor he wore had stopped the bullet. There were clean stitches on his shoulder and leg, with wounds healing underneath. Instantly the memory of the fight with the Raiders flooded his mind, and he became angry with himself for letting a single Raider with a pistol defeat him. In anger he slammed his fist into the soft bed, which did little to satisfy his burning vengance. With a rage-filled mind he unintelligently stood suddenly, ready to take his wrath out on a small stool in the corner of the room. Unfortunately for him, his body wouldn't let him do such a thing, and before he could take three clumsy steps he fell weakly to the ground. Unable to move or quench his angry thirst, he began to sob in shame, never before had he been so weak and so powerless to do anything. Never before had Marko been the weakling, the dead weight, the useless one, the waste of space. Now, he was all of those, and it made him sick with himself. Soon enough his body became too weak to move anymore, and the tendrils of darkness filled his vision once again.
When he awoke his body was still stiff and achy, but his muscles were no longer weak and useless like they were before. Marko was still on the cold metal floor, and he pushed himself off of it, surprised by his speedy recovery. He cautiously tested his muscles, even the injured ones, and found that other than his right thigh and left shoulder, everything was functioning normally. He grinned happily to himself as he paced the room, with only a slight limp. In excitement he began to jog, laughing somewhat hysterically to himself in elation. He thanked his altered genetics out loud, for if he felt pain, he doubted he would be able to even move about now.
He found his equipment placed on a table inside his room, and he smiled to himself as he felt the familiar protectiveness of his own armor cover him. He was surprised to find that the armor had been repaired, and from simply looking at the armor he could have never guessed it had stopped a bullet for him. He found his weapons and other gear in equally perfect condition, and when he had finished getting dressed he stepped out into their HQ, and sat in the foyer to wait for the others.