p class="MsoNormal"Mark felt prepared for / That is, until his back / Zero's flame shot at him faster than Mark could comprehend. He wasn't harmed by it, but the fire reached around him and his Bodysuit, crawling across his back until his backpack had been ruptured. A second later, Mark's ears were ringing and he was flying through the air. He landed on dirt, bruising and cutting his skin. He could still feel the pressure of the fire being blasted on his back. He screamed in pain. That was all he could feel in that moment; / Mark suddenly felt light, as if something were being dragged out of him. Something that had been inside of him was being dragged out slowly and excruciatingly, yet he felt peace at the same / He felt / But why? He hadn't done anything, nothing of importance, anyways. He had failed the other Unnatural. He was the only one of them who knew that the other Unnatural weren't enemies. They would fight each other now, not stopping until the other side was defeated. That would cost lives. Mark had failed; he shouldn't feel accomplished, or in the least bit / He had left them behind. Byron, Stephen, / / He saw her face, her beautiful face, the one who had woken him up all those weeks ago, the one he had risked his life for time and time / Mark knew then that he couldn't give up. He couldn't let the very thing that was his strength, the burning sensation of fire, be his weakness. He couldn't let the very thing that made him Unnatural kill / Mark stood. He leaned against the pressure of the flames, supporting himself on his hands and knees. He could feel every point of contact the flames made on him. He felt it penetrating his skin. Normally, that kind of pain would make one weak. But not Mark. To Mark, the searing pain of the fire gave him strength, allowed him to stand, more powerful than ever before. He didn't care that his pack of fumes had exploded; he wouldn't need that or a lighter ever / The fire stopped pressing him as he rose to his full / "Impossible," he heard Zero's emotionless voice / "You can't fight fire with fire, Zero," Mark said. He looked behind Zero and saw all of the other Unnatural, staring at Mark, open-mouthed, shocked at Mark's incredible / "Unnatural," Mark said, "We may be fighting for different causes. We may come from different places. We may have different stories, and we may have different powers. We may appear different in every single way possible, but, in reality, we are not that different from each other. We all have one thing in common, one thing that binds us. It is a wish, a desire. We all want peace. We all want to live like other people, away from harm and / "But we cannot achieve peace. And why is that? It is because we have been hunted down. We have been hurt, each one of us. Someone had prevented us from having peace, and who is that? I'll tell you who it is," Mark pointed at Project / "Them!" he shouted accusingly, "Sector Zero and its minions are those who wish to hurt us. They wish to use us to repel a threat they have already defeated once before. They want to use us as a tool for their victory. Why should we fight for them? All we want is freedom, all we want is peace!br / "I say no longer! No longer shall we fight for those who wish to use us! We won't be controlled by those who would put us in harm's way for their benefit!br / "Our enemies are not each other. They are!" He pointed again at Project Zero, "So let us unite against them! Let us fight not ourselves but our oppressors!" Mark felt fire in his hand and knew that he was ready. He would be the first to fight, and the others would join him, he / How did he know?br / Because Mark was Unnatural, and the others were, too./p