The secret base in the Atlas Mountains was submerged in a tense, heavy silence. Red alert lights blinked softly in the reinforced corridors. All the women Mark had touched — and some he had not yet reached — were positioned at strategic points. Tracer, Mercy, Ashe, Echo, D.Va, Sojourn, Venture, Pharah, Widowmaker, Sombra, and Vendetta formed a circle of vigilance around the central room. The "good" Mark remained handcuffed inside a transparent containment chamber, monitored by cameras and force fields.
No one spoke. The air was thick with anger, pain, fear, and a strange sense of anticipation.
Suddenly, the lights flickered violently. A sharp alarm sounded. Sombra looked up from the holograms.
"He's here. He just breached the outer perimeter. And he's coming straight for us."
The evil version of Mark entered the main room as if he were taking a casual stroll. His smile was predatory, his black eyes pulsing with dark veins. His clothes were torn in several places, revealing recent battle marks. He stopped in the center of the circle formed by the women, looking around with sick satisfaction.
"What a beautiful family reunion," he said, his voice deeper and more distorted than Mark's. "All my pregnant girls gathered in one place. You made my job so much easier."
Ashe was the first to raise her weapon.
"Shut your mouth, you monster. We know what you are. Now answer me: what is your goal with all this? Why did you destroy our lives?"
The evil version laughed softly, a sound that made several of them shiver.
Tracer stepped forward, her Chronal Accelerator glowing, her belly prominent.
"Speak! Why did you use us? Why did you get us pregnant and abandon us like we were nothing?"
The evil version tilted his head, looking at each of them one by one — at their rounded bellies, at the gazes filled with hatred and pain. His smile widened.
"Do you really want the absolute truth? Very well. I'll tell you. Because, in the end, it doesn't matter anymore."
He opened his arms, as if about to reveal the greatest secret in the universe.
"The 'good' Mark you know… and I… are one. Two sides of the same coin. If one of us dies, the other dies too. We were created together. Not by chance. Not by a temporal accident. We were designed by a creator whose name I don't even know — and don't need to. He made us to be exactly this: the protagonist and the antagonist of an 18+ story. A story made solely to satisfy an audience that likes to watch a man fall into a universe of heroines and villains, fucking all of them, impregnating them, and creating chaos. Nothing more. Nothing deep. Nothing redemptive. Just explicit sexual entertainment."
A deathly silence fell over the room.
Mercy covered her mouth with her hand, her blue eyes wide.
"This… this can't be true…"
D.Va took a step back, her voice trembling for the first time in a long while.
"So everything… everything that happened was just… a pornographic story? We're just characters for someone to masturbate to?"
The evil version shrugged, completely indifferent.
"Exactly. You were created to be fucked. I was created to fuck you. The 'good' Mark tried to rebel, wanted redemption, wanted to be 'human.' Pathetic. The true purpose is simple: impregnate as many as possible. The more, the better the story. The more drama, the more creampies, the more abandonments… the more satisfaction for those watching."
Sojourn gripped the handle of her railgun until her knuckles turned white.
"So we're not real? Our lives, our pain, our children… are just entertainment?"
"You are real within this construct," the evil version replied coldly. "But the reason for your existence is this. And now that I'm free, I'm going to finish what the creator started. I'm going to fuck all the ones still missing. And I'm going to do it my way: without mercy, without regret."
Pharah pointed her lance directly at his chest, her voice breaking.
"So if we kill you now…"
"The good Mark dies too," he finished, smiling. "And I die. But guess what? I'm not afraid. Because if I disappear, all of this — all of you, all the children, all the memories — will disappear with me. You'll never remember I existed. None of this will have truly happened. A perfect reset."
The shock was collective.
Tracer staggered, holding her belly.
"No… I can't lose my child. I can't lose the memories of when I fell in love with him…"
Ashe lowered her weapon for a second, her face pale.
"So everything I felt… the anger, the pain, the love I still have for that idiot… will just vanish?"
Mercy looked toward Mark inside the containment chamber, tears streaming down.
"Mark… our Mark… are you hearing this?"
Inside the chamber, the good Mark lifted his head. His eyes were red, but his voice came out calm, almost serene.
"I'm hearing it. And I understand your fear. But listen: if both of us die now, you'll never remember the pain. You'll never remember the abandonment. You'll never remember me. Your children… they will be born as if I had never existed. You'll live normal lives, without this shadow. Maybe that's the best possible ending."
Vendetta, who was standing beside the chamber, slammed her fist against the glass.
"Don't say that! We fought for you! I fought for you!"
The good Mark looked at her with a sad, sincere smile.
"V… you were the first person I truly saw as a friend, not as a target. I thank you for that. But if my existence means the evil version will keep hurting all of you… then maybe I should disappear."
The evil version laughed loudly, clapping slowly.
"What a beautiful redemption speech. But enough talking. Come on! You can all come at me. I'm not afraid. If I die, the good Mark dies too. And tomorrow you'll all wake up with no memory of me. No pain. No children of mine. Nothing."
A heavy silence took over the room. No one moved. Their gazes crossed — anger, fear, doubt, residual love.
Tracer was the first to speak, her voice fast but broken:
"I… I don't want to forget you. Even with all the pain. I don't want to forget the Mark who made me feel alive."
Ashe spat on the floor.
"I want to kill you. But if that means losing my child… I don't know what to do anymore."
Sojourn slowly lowered her railgun.
"This isn't a decision we can make in a second. We need to think."
The good Mark looked at all of them through the glass, his voice soft but firm:
"I place my life in your hands. Do what you think is right. But know that, no matter what happens… I'm sorry. For everything."
The evil version opened his arms, defiant.
"So? Who's going to take the first shot? Or are we just going to stand here crying all day?"
No one moved. The final confrontation had arrived… but the decision that would define everything still hung in the air, heavier than ever.
End of Chapter 14: The Revelation