Mark ran without stopping through the dusty streets of Cairo, his heart hammering in his chest. Behind him, rockets from Pharah's lance exploded against the ancient walls, sending up clouds of dust and fragments of stone. Fareeha Amari was not playing around. Her voice echoed with pain and hatred, amplified through the communicator in her damaged armor:
"Stop running, you coward! You fucked me, got me pregnant, and disappeared like I was just another conquest! Now get back here and face what you've done!"
Mark darted into a narrow alley, panting, his body exhausted after days of fleeing. He didn't stop to answer. He knew any words in that moment would only make things worse. His evil version was loose somewhere in the world, and he needed to end it before more lives were destroyed.
He hid behind a pile of old crates until the shots ceased. When silence returned, Mark slid to the ground, leaning his head against the warm wall. Tears of frustration and guilt rolled down his face.
"I can't keep running anymore…" he murmured to himself. "I caused all of this. I need to finish the evil version before he hurts anyone else. Before he returns to the temple and finishes what he started with Vendetta… or worse."
The image of Vendetta with her clothes torn, forced to her knees, still burned in his mind. He would not allow that to happen again.
With his breathing more controlled, Mark made the hardest decision of his life. He would no longer run alone. He needed help. He needed the very women he had hurt.
"They hate me… and they have every right," he thought out loud. "But maybe, if I can explain, if I surrender and offer myself as bait… maybe we can capture the evil version together. Gather all the heroines and villains I've touched. Overwatch, Talon, Deadlock… all of them. Create a trap big enough for him to fall into."
He activated an improvised communicator he had built with stolen parts during his escape. The message was sent to every channel he still remembered: Tracer, Mercy, Ashe, Echo, D.Va, Sojourn, Venture, Pharah, and even contacts that could reach Widowmaker and Sombra.
"I know you all want me dead. I deserve it. But the evil version of me is loose and dangerous. He has no limits. I offer myself as bait. Let's meet at a safe location. I'll explain everything. Please… give me one chance to fix this before he destroys more lives."
The response did not come immediately. Hours passed in tense silence while Mark hid in an abandoned building on the outskirts of Cairo. When the communicator finally blinked, Tracer's voice was the first to arrive, loaded with contained anger:
"Mark… or whoever you are now. We received your message. We're tired of being abandoned. But if what you say is true… we'll listen. One chance. Just one. Meet us at the coordinates I'm sending. If this is a trap, I'll kill you myself."
Ashe was more direct:
"You bastard. If this is a trick, I'll gut you in front of all of us. But if the other you is really out there… then let's end him. Together."
Mercy, always the most compassionate, added with a tired voice:
"Come. But know that many of us are pregnant because of you. Don't expect easy forgiveness."
In the following days, a secret base was set up in an abandoned Overwatch facility in the Atlas Mountains, Switzerland. The location was reinforced, with energy barriers, containment systems, and cameras in every corner. Women from all sides began to arrive.
Tracer arrived first, her belly already prominent, accompanied by Mercy who supported her. Ashe came next, furious, with Echo floating beside her, recording everything. D.Va appeared piloting a mech adapted for pregnancy, still carrying the same competitive spirit. Sojourn coordinated security with military rigidity. Venture brought excavation equipment converted into traps. Pharah arrived limping, her armor hastily repaired, her gaze full of pain upon seeing Mark.
Widowmaker and Sombra also answered the call — not out of loyalty, but self-interest. The blue assassin observed everything with predatory coldness, while Sombra hacked the systems with a sarcastic smile.
"Look at this beautiful family reunion," Sombra teased, crossing her arms over her slightly rounded belly. "Daddy's back. How cute."
Sojourn slammed her hand on the planning room table, drawing everyone's attention.
"Enough jokes. Mark, speak. Explain exactly what happened at the temple and why this 'evil version' is loose. And be honest. We've been fooled once already."
Mark stood in the center of the room, hands cuffed as a precaution, surrounded by gazes that ranged from hatred to pain and exhaustion. He took a deep breath and began to speak, his voice low but firm.
"I died in my world. I was recreated with a single purpose: to impregnate as many women as possible in this universe. The 'creator' told me it was the only way for me to keep existing. I obeyed… and I hurt all of you. I abandoned each one after getting you pregnant. I became a monster. At Zenyatta's temple, I tried to change. I meditated, learned about harmony and redemption. But the purpose inside me split. The good part is me now. The evil part… it wants to continue the mission without limits. It almost attacked Vendetta. It will go after all the ones still missing — Pharah, Mei, Brigitte, Ana, Moira… anyone."
Pharah stepped forward, her lance trembling in her hands.
"You fucked me like an animal in my own base. I trusted you. And now you say it was 'the other part'? How can we believe that?"
Mark lowered his head, tears falling.
"You don't have to believe me. Use me as bait. I'll stay hidden here in the base, monitored. When the evil version shows up — and he will, because his goal is to finish what he started — we capture him. Maximum containment. Afterward… you decide what to do with me. I just want to stop him from hurting anyone else."
Tracer crossed her arms, her voice accelerated as always, but heavy with emotion:
"I still feel something for you, Mark. The Mark who made me feel alive. But what you did… it hurts every day. If this is true, then let's plan it right. No mistakes."
Ashe slammed her fist on the table.
"I want him dead. But if capturing the other one first is the way… then I'm in. But after that, you're going to answer for every tear I cried alone with this belly."
Mercy adjusted her glasses, her voice professional but tired:
"We'll create a layered plan. Energy traps, potent sedatives, containment fields. Mark will stay in a secure room, transmitting false signals to lure the evil version. All of us will participate. No one stays out."
Sombra smiled, already typing in the air with her fingers.
"I'll handle the hacks. If he shows up, I'll know before anyone else."
Widowmaker spoke for the first time, her voice icy with a French accent:
"I will be the visible bait. He will want to possess me again. Let him get close. Then… we break him."
Vendetta, who had arrived with the group, remained silent in the back. Her eyes met Mark's for a moment. There was understanding there — not full forgiveness, but the promise that she would fight alongside him to end the evil he had unleashed.
Over the next 48 hours, the base transformed into a center of frantic planning. Holographic maps floated in the air. Positions were defined. Traps were tested. Tense dialogues echoed through the corridors:
"If he touches any of us again…" Pharah muttered.
"I know," Sojourn replied. "But we need him alive to lure the other one. Then we decide his fate."
Mark remained isolated in a reinforced containment room, monitored by cameras. He watched everything through the monitors, his chest tight.
"I deserve this," he whispered to himself. "Even if they kill me afterward… as long as the other me is destroyed."
Vendetta visited him once, alone. She stopped outside the energy barrier.
"You're doing the right thing now, Mark. But don't expect easy forgiveness. We're going to capture him. Afterward… you'll have to live with whatever is left."
Mark nodded, his eyes full of regret.
"I know, V. I just want this to end. Before he hurts anyone else… including you."
Outside the base, the cold mountain wind blew. All the women — pregnant or not — waited in silence. The trap was ready.
Somewhere far away, the evil version of Mark smiled, sensing the pull of so many female presences gathered together.
"Finally… all together. How convenient."
End of Chapter 13: Planning