TGS - #118

A/N - A little warning. I did go a little overboard with writing what could realistically happen to someone in Jack's position here. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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–Jack Sullivan–

"Hmm?" Feeling something odd, he looked down at his right hand, the one that held the Power Stone, and was surprised to find the Stone itself now embedded in the palm of his hand, glowing purple veins spread across the stone, going into his body from there.

"Huh, neat!" Were the last words he spoke before another laser impacted his unsuspecting body.

The next time he came back to life, he used the Power Stone embedded hand and thrust it in the direction where he knew the laser would come. The outcome was…..unsatisfactory, he thought to himself as he felt his body burst into pieces as a shockwave came from below.

For some reason, his barriers were not really cooperating with him today. It didn't help that due to holding on to two pieces of the Big Bang which disrupted his control over every other damn thing, including his barriers, it would seem.

He had never—DEATH—--tried holding onto two different Infinity—-DEATH—-stones before, that too without using an Infinity Gauntlet. IT was already a wonder that—-DEATH—-that he was able to hold onto both artifacts without dying though—DEATH—-the Time Stone was in the Eye which should be containing the Infinity-ness of the infinity Stone pretty much so why was—-DEATH—was he not gaining control over the power that had been with—-DEATH—-him the most?

"AAAAAAA!" He then heard a distant roar before the sound of something hitting the ground at high speeds entered his ears. Of course, he completely ignored that as he was thinking about something really important.

His hand on his chin, he failed to react when a twisted skewer of some sort burst right through his body, puncturing basically everything. Snarling, since he was not dead and everything hurt like a bitch, he grabbed the tentacle with his Power Hand (Yes, he was going to call it that, even though it would have been pretty cringe had he been in the right state of mind) and let loose the power, screaming in pain as the volatile energy vaporised the tentacle but some part of the tentacle was in his body as well, vaporising what was left of his organs as well.

Spitting out blood and his tongue apparently, he smiled bloodily at the hordes of animals that were watching him with their master absent, growling and licking their lips with their hideously long tongues that might as well be tentacles. He laughed, coughed, and laughed as he raised his POWER HAND with difficulty and blasted himself on the head with it, erasing himself.

He came to consciousness in the same spot, breathing heavily as he saw many of those hordes charge at him. With blurry eyes and a sweaty face, he raised his POWER HAND and punched the ground with it, hoping to create a giant shockwave that would take care of his enemies for him. The next thing he knew, the wave was omnidirectional and he got hit with a face full of Purple.

With yet another deep breath, he found himself in front of a noticeably thinned out crowd of Dark Ones, with most of them being very far away from him. That was the second time he had killed himself but the first one was intentional and he knew that his mental state was not that great at the moment but that one single moment, that decision was going to haunt him for—

"Hey! Look, a puppy!" He exclaimed, kneeling down as a small ugly as shit slimy but still puppy approached him with its wittle legs and wittle tail. He gently scooped it up, being careful not to use the POWER HAND to touch the little thing or he might end up killing the cute thing.

"Oh, you're such a cute baby! Yes, you are! How did you get here, little guy? Did your daddy abandon you? Did daddy Doormat aban–" DEATH

All he saw was something dark headed right for his face before his vision darkened, clearing a bit as he saw himself right next to the little puppy of DEATH!

"Ah!" He yelped as he jumped back and thrust his POWER HAND forward, releasing a stream of energy that burned the little puppy. It was not good to look at, especially with the haunting sounds of dogs being burned alive, which honestly traumatised him more than killing himself.

He turned around, only to find himself in a crater with a shit ton of puppies standing on the edge of the crater, looking straight at him. He deadpanned at the shit as all the puppies opened their mouths and threw their tongues out, their tongues rolling out comically large before they rolled it back inside. Honestly, it made him puke his guts out.

Then again, this was the Dark Dimension so why did he expect anything else, as he saw a large tentacle entering his chest and another coming out of his chest, even as vomit and blood continued to escape his lips.

Then as he felt an impact on his head, he died.

"AHHH!" For impact, he came out screaming from the other side, already powering up the POWER HAND before punching it right down, generating a wave that spread outwards from him, without harming him this time. Dying once like that was enough. The wave thing worked because he stopped hearing the little yips of demon puppies after that. 

"Not Cool, Doormatty, not cool. Using Man's best friend like that."

He looked all around him as the landscape became void of any moving thing, with only the moving purple lights and all the little moving landmasses being the only thing in his vision. He sighed and collapsed on the ground, shuddering and frothing at the mouth as the second he relaxed a little, the weight of all that had happened until now came crashing onto him, his mind, and his body. 

His body was wracked with shudders and phantom pains as he felt his body being destroyed in increasingly creative ways over and over again as his mind continued to be its own worst enemy, filling it with thoughts of him never being good enough. Of not being able to stop Dormammu, of losing his own will, and dispelling the Time Loop.

Of destroying that very feature from the Eye using his authority just in case he stopped resisting and gave in. The shame of destroying something priceless because he wasn't strong enough.

All of this kicked in all at once as he blacked out, the Stones still in his possession.

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New York

–Wanda Maximoff–

Her entire vision was filled with red, her Chaos Magic, the one she had unleashed without any hesitation because her magic itself had told her what her destiny would be. Despite CHthon's interference, her own Chaos Magic was her own, and it told her, in no uncertain terms that her time, on Earth had come to an end, and if she wished to let her bother live in peace, she had to go somewhere and do something that would destroy her, mind, body and soul completely.

So, she had answered the summons that came from her powers and ended up being in Manhattan a week before this whole fiasco. Her powers led her to a cheap motel on the outskirts where she spent an entire week, all by herself, ordering in and meditating, getting her mind ready to make the ultimate sacrifice.

'Who would've thought, Wanda Maximoff, Scarlet Witch, someone prophesied to either destroy or rule a multiverse, would destroy herself over love.'

Guess that was something that Chthon never understood. The concept of love. It was kind of poetic in a way. Dormammu, another being on par with Chthon when it came to evil, bypassed and almost defeated by someone doing everything they could for love.

"Huh, Ironic," She muttered as she floated mid air, keeping that nasty darkness body restrained using her magic. Doormmamu's domain was spilling over in this reality, giving him untold amounts of power, just like the one he was using to destroy her Chaos threads one by one, and yet, she built threads as he destroyed them with seeming ease. Only it wasn't with ease, it was only by burning her essence, that she could make so many of them.

Then again, she was going to die anyway, so why would she be worried about magical consumption? Her soul was scheduled for condemnation so why not go out with a bang, doing something that is unequivocally good?

Within her senses, she could sense someone, injured and trapped under all that rubble. Her left hand shot out, sending waves of Chaos Magic that lifted the rubble and covered itself around the–

Tony? The man was unmistakable Tony Stark as she pulled his body out of the rubble, with his Suit flickering in and out. She hissed as she realised that Tony's legs had been severed clean with Dormammu's attack and the magical energy was eating the rest of his body.

Her mind flashed with the memories of the worst day of her life, the day she lost her parents, her innocence, and herself, all in one day. The day Stark Industries' missiles invaded her home and stayed there all day, keeping her on edge.

And yet, the vision went as it came, in an instant. Her hands curled as she drew in all the Dark energy from Tony's body and then healed the damage done by the Dark Energy and cauterising the wounds. She made sure that Tony was alive before flinging him in the direction of the bots she could see that were headed her way. She knew that TOY would be alright sans his legs because her Magic told her so.

Free of any distractions, she drew on all her power and trapped the Darkness body which was somehow the perfect avatar for Dormammu, just like she was for Chthon, she buried him in Chaos threads, strong enough to resist even his magic. The main threat averted for the moment, she looked up, at the congregation of dark clouds that threatened to take over Manhattan's sky.

The clouds would float forward, drawing even more jagged lines in reality before rolling back, shuddering as they did so. Then, they would gain more ground and roll back. The cycle went on and on as she worked on keeping the main threat to the city contained. Dormammu didn;t have any more zealots worth mentioning, they were all dead.

All she had to do was keep that body sealed long enough for Jack Sullivan to do his job and banish Dormammu from this realm. How was he going to accomplish such a monumental task? She did not know but she knew that whatever he was doing, it was working, at least temporarily.

The clouds continued to shudder, with them generating a varying flow of Dark Energy into the darkness body that helped her manage the threads. She used some of the spare essence to create a giant cage all around them so that Earth's atmosphere would not get corroded by their energy because she knew that if any living being managed to get into contact with Dark Energy for prolonged periods of time, they would eventually end up mutating and becoming the Dark ones.

She did not have the patience and wish to deal with that. She sensed the arrival of the Avengers as well as her brother but she did not turn around, even as she felt thunderous impacts on the cage she had constructed around her. She knew that if she turned around, she would find herself face to face with Pietro and she would not be able to hold on.

No, it was better this way. She couldn't even wipe her tears because the strain of holding on caused her to cough blood. Even through that, she held on and smiled because she could tell something was up, something was coming and it was coming for her.

Hopefully, Pietro will be fine and Jack will know her involvement in this, adding another layer of protection for her brother.

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Dark Dimension

–Jack Sullivan–

His eyes snapped open, gasping deeply and he sat upright, spitting out whatever had stuck in his mouth. He almost lost his breakfast entirely when he saw spit mixed with dark insects wiggling around. He looked down and to his horror, his entire body was burrowed into by insects too many and too disgusting to count or look at.

Screaming, he thrust his POWER HAND right into his chest, vaporising himself. He landed on the ground, looking around as he saw yet another crater filled with purple energy but also devoid of any insects, so he considered that a win.

Kneeling on the ground, tears freely flowed through his eyes as he thought of his fate, of what he had already endured and what more was coming for him.

And in that moment, the stress of it all, of everything, of making this decision because there was no one else who could do so, the fear that he might have to do this for eternity until he became a mindless husk, the fear of giving in somehow and letting Dormammu win, the fear of letting himself down, the fear of losing Earth and condemning billions of people to fates worse than death, coupled with the physical pain of being in this godforsaken place, it all caught up to him.

And in that moment of extreme stress, his mind cracked.

"AAAAAAA!" Screaming himself hoarse, his mind and body lit up with Power as he drew on his barriers, as well as the energy from the Power Stone, destroying the landmass he was stranded on, and vaporising a large chunk of the Dark Ones in the vicinity as well, drawing the attention of the Dark lord Dormammu who was busy detailing with his perfect avatar being captured and drained by Chthon's chosen.

Ofcourse, he noticed none of that, at that moment because he was too busy going insane.

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