Chapter 1: Chapter 1 : Only man in the sky
The only man in the sky :
Somewhere in the north, beyond the wall
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The crisp cold breeze had welcomed Mark like an old devorced women with cats. "Uhhhhhh! What the fuck was in that vodka ?"
He remebered being in a park drowning in his sorrows after being cucked by his best friend. one step from jumping of a bridge. But that was a french life. Miserable existence.
A sudden bolt woke him from his stupor."Where the flying fuck am I" he looked around. He was surrounded by snow, snow as far as the sky could see, but stranger still was the fact that he was naked and felt nothing. This place was colder than his step mom he should be dead but that was was the least of his concerns. ’Where the hell am I’ .
As he looked around a sudden whiplash hit him like he had been slapped from the greatest most wettest dream he was having.
"AHHHHH! What the FUCK, fuck". Mark screamed his senses were overloading. A sharp pain went through his eyes as tho they had been pepper sprayed.
A loud bang went through his skull. The snow storm had become louder and louder and louder until it felt as if his head was going to explode. "Stop, whats happening !"
"I said STOP IT!" he screamed but it wasnt ordinary, it was loud, echoes escaped his mouth, two hundred meters of snow had been cleared around him ad the world went dead silent, his overloading five senses had calmed. the world seemed to freeze and quick empty silence replaced the loud voices.
"Huh? What just happened" He pinced himself to see it was true, it was. ’Am i mad or am i deaf or maybe both’
He calmed himself and his senses gradually came back. He was in a snow storm but only the vast expanse of cold and the wind was truly effecting him, the cold which should have frozen any man didnt bother him.
As he looked around he realized what he had done. ’DID I JUST SUPER SCREAM!’ the excitment over took his fear. ’Superpowers!, huh I have superpowers!’ just admist the revelation he looked at his naked self. This wasn’t him. he did’nt have suck killer muscles, maybe the power had enhaced his physique like in that spider-man movie. But he didnt have blonde hair. Neither a hog of a cock.
That didnt matter, he decided. First order of buisness is to leave this place.He looked around. Really looked. Just then His eye sight magnified. Like looking through a binocular but more HD.
He could now see the forest a few miles away through the storm.’Wait! super scream? super vision and super senses, only few character i know have all that. Am i a superman or.....Wait blonde! Oh my god...Am I the Homelander!’
’So I can fly’ He surmised. The powers had made all curiousity and dread vanish. No point in questioning anymore. He was chosen.
Mark lowered himself preparing for a high jump. His large calves tightened shaking the ground beneath ’Homelander didn’t have a physique this greek goddish’ and he took off.
The earth beneath tore open, a massive explosion of mud and dust greeted Mark goodbye. he was tearing through the clouds, a shockwave followed behind. This was the most exhilirating he had ever felt. He was a boring dude before. Now he would take that traitor Anthony and that whore Allys and give them a tour of the sun.
Then he Halted suddenly. He had felt something. A shiver went down his spine. Something was off about the air. It felt dead. A feeling that was not familiar to any of his five senses.
He looked below, to the small world beneath him. Endless expanse of thick snow. Then he heard it. A scream, someone weeping in the woods a few miles away.
And he heard a screech, it was violent and icy ublike any sound he had heard before. Terrible and ugly. So he decided to investigate. He was practically a god now and perhaps chosen for a reason.
He flew and he flew quick. The forest miles away was beneath him in just ten seconds flat. The sounds were clear now. And they were visible too.
There were ice demons surrounding men wearing black robes. He recognized them. These thing were the fucking whights and his dead. The wight had just cut off a mans head. While the man in black just watched in pure horror. It reminded him of when he caught his dad cheating.
Mark had realized he was in game of thrones. As Homelander. During the begining of the season one, episode one.’I mean I guess bro, I aint gonna question anything’
There were then zombies in all. But that didnt matter. He was Homelander. It was like putting a nuke against a coughing baby. Maybe he was even stronger than Homelander. John had’nt showed he could super scream 200 meter of snow away or even break the earth while taking off.
He could help the poor kid, interact with the main characters and save the world. Realistically he could find the night king now and end it.
"But that would be soo utterly boring" yes he would save the world be he would enjoy himself while doing it. Let the dead grow and let them try. Now just start being the god of Planetos.
And he descended as the wight moved towards Will.
"Hey there fellas!" He greeted the insects below him. The wight looked up. A sudden expression of shock passed through him. As did the other walkers. Will had become so pale he might be confused as a walker himself.
With a soft thud Mark landed on the snowy ground. The panic on the wight felt good. Mark was a coward in his previous life, never admired and never feared. But now he truly understood the pleasure. The power and the feeling of undeniable superiority was addictive.
"You know.... Friend, its very rude to cut a mans head off" Mark spoke in a deep masculine voice, he sounded sexy right now.
The wight stared for a few moments longer before letting out a screech, there was also fear in it now. It held its strange sword in his hands pointing it at Mark. Then he threw it.
A loud crack was heard as the sword crumbled under the contact of Mark’s bare chest.
The wight stumbled back but Mark caught up instantaniously. He grabbed the monster by the neck and crushed it. It was easier than he thought like crumbling paper. and this was a world ending threat. Curiously the others began fleeing. ’Shouldn’t they die now there master is dead or it isnt him’
Mark concentrated his eyes and a warm feeling came rushing through. Lasers erupted from his two eyes like a rays of light, dark crimson in coulour.The dead fell quick. Erased to ash.
All except two, who were only cut in half. Alive still. He figured he would need them as proof or atleast as a good excuse to conquer this world if he felt like it.
Ignoring the dead and the trees he had scorched he turned to looked at Will. The poor thing had wet himself and was kneeling, muttering prayers.
He floated over to the kid.
"Will.... You are safe now." He said, smiling gently
