The Broken World

We meet while fighting a robotic monster

Sean stared in horror of how ugly the mosterous hunk of scrap metal looked.

He had came to witness many terrifing and ugly monsters, yet this one was the ugliest of them all he mentally noted. Sean, more likely called Jack, put his hands on his hips and nodded. Yeah, this monster was definately the most ugly one he'd seen "JACK!!" shouted Felix " WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOIN? WATCHING CLOUDS?! GET OVER HERE!!" Jack thought for a moment, where was he again? Oh yeah. He was gonna die.

As soon as that assumption was made, the monster's gignatic and discusting looking tree of an arm came down to smash him into a flapjack (EEHHHHH? GET IT?). Relization hit him like a flaming semi truck driving into your face as he finally got the sense to stop standing around and move, whipping out his shot gun and his other assortment of guns, he laughed like a mad man as he sprayed the monster with his exsplosive bullets and flamable ammo. Then stopping to see the probably millionth time he'd won a battle, ok not the millionth time but probably another on of his successful monster murders, Jack witnessed the miricle that the monster was still alive, " Awww c'mon!!" he shouted, yelling towards the heavens then charging forward to continue his rain of bullets.

Though had unexpectedly been knocked to one side and slammed through and into the rubble of broken machinery and broken cars as his friends, which were just Felix and Ken, shouted to him while trying to draw away the attention of the monster to give him some time to recover had proccedingly failed miserably. They're not going to make it in time Jack thought closing his eyes and leaning his head back, opening his eyes to stare at the sky he sighed "Who knew I would die like this..." he muttered closing his eyes again. "Oh no you're not." said a deep voice that had then lead to the sudden feel of some one picking him up, this caused Jack to panick and look to see who was holding him "WHO IN THE FOOKIN' HELL ARE YOU?!" He yelled over the smashing of metal and the grinding of gears as the monster broke the rubble Jack had been previously smashed into.

"Im Mark and your not dying on me!!" Mark laughed as he ran with the small irish man in his strong arms and some one else ran in the opposite dircection towards the monster. "HUH?!" Jack said still confused by the turn of events had began to take in his rescuer's apperence, Mark had black hair that was dyed a deep red at the top and chocolate brown eyes that were filled with a strong determination to save him. His skin was nicely tanned and he obviously worked out which jack made and obvious note of.

Finally coming to a stop, Mark gave a heavy sigh as he glanced back at the battle that was happen in a good distance away, "Can you stand?" asked Mark turning back to the irish man who was still confused by the situation and blankly staring at him. Snapping back to reality, Jack stuttered for a moment and said "I've been worse so I guess I'll be fine.." in response Mark lowered him carefully to the ground. Though as soon as Jack's feet reached the concrete, pain shot up his entire body making him gasp as his legs crumpled under him.

If not for Mark being there to catch him, he would've faceplanted onto the floor, "O-Ok, maybe I'm not f-fine...." Jack gasped causing Mark's handsome face to frown with concern. Wait, handsome? Jack's eyes widened and stared at the floor while his vision blurred in and out, did he just call some stranger handsome? Jack shook his head, no he couldn't think of a GUY as attractive! Jack was totally straight, or was he?

Mark held onto the smaller man as he gasped and shook, carefully lowering him into a sitting position against the broken car they had sheltered behind. Mark examined the male, identifying a broken leg and lots of small cuts on his arms and face, along with a dislocated shoulder. Mark noted how he was surprisingly light and pretty muscular for someone with such a lean frame and his pale skin emphasized the bruses that he'd gotten from his rough landing in the scrap metal. And his hair was dyed in the same way Mark's was though the smaller man's hair was a dark brown and dye a dark green.

Though what really got him staring was the man's crystal blue eyes, bright with laughter and liveliness. "Hey doc, I'm still dying here!" said the man, his voice containing a strong Irish accent and a hint of laughter, getting back to the task at hand Mark went to work. But just as he reached towards the man, an extremely loud BOOM interrupted them as a shockwave swept throughout the area.

Looks like they got rid of that ugly hunk of scrap metal.

[This story will always include both the point of views alternating one to the other.]