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Fix My Mechanical Heart

Picking up the remote with his free hand, Mark pointed it at the television screen and turned it on to find that it was tuned into the news. However, he found himself narrowing his eyebrows when he saw that an aerial view of the mech arena was being given... with one familiar-looking mech standing in the middle of it, a group of other operators with their mechs standing in a circle some distance away from it. He then listened as a vocal report was being given:


"After having vanished for three years, it seems like a contestant familiar to most who compete in the sport has jumped back in the ring. Defeated in his last match by mech operators Mark Edwards and Shirley Rose, Jonathan Crookes was responsible for the murder of Rose before going into hiding after supposedly being beat once again by Edwards. Now, with his infamous mech known as the Wrecker, it seems that Crookes is ready to have another fight." Mark stared at the screen, unable to come to grips with what he was hearing. With what he was seeing.


The Wrecker had returned.
 
Kiora pursed her lips. She remembered him, so cocky and violent. Luckily he was taken down before she had a chance to get crushed. She let out a soft growl, glaring at him. "The queens court is coming to get you." She hissed at the screen, knowing full well that the new debut of the Queens court would come soon.
 
Mark hadn't even heard what Kiora had said. He just stared blankly at the screen, remembering the fight they had in the arena, as well as the one outside of it. The one where he thought Shirley had died. Where he almost beat Crookes to death. As the camera zoomed in on the mech, Mark grit his teeth and began to squeeze Kiora's hand. He just couldn't stand the sight of it.

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Kiora squeezed Mark's hand back, kissing it lightly. "We are going to win." She hissed at the screen, her eyes filled with a determined fire.
 
Mark shook his head slowly, his hand beginning to slip out of Kiora's. "No. We're not going to win," he hissed. "I'm going to finish what I started and kill that son of a bitch." Standing up from the couch, he went for the apartment door. He felt so full of fury, so full of rage... He was going to end Crookes once and for all.
 
Kiora looked up at him and slowly got up, walking briskly after him. She grabbed his hand, holding him back. "I am not going to let you go alone." She said to him, holding on firmly.
 
Mark stared back at Kiora as she held him in place, and looking at her seemed to calm him down as he let out an exhale through his nose and looked down at the floor, thinking for a moment. No, killing Crookes would be wrong... It would make Mark no better than him. So, he came to the decision that he'd just have to take him out by defeating him in battle. And make sure that he'd never show his face to the mech world again. Looking back up at Kiora, he nodded once.


"Let's go."
 
Mark headed out of the apartment with Kiora, closing the door behind them before walking hand-in-hand with her down to the garage.
 
Kiora smiled as she looked at her mech, which was in really good shape. She smiled and installed her latest project into her arm, a gas that on contact with the floor would spread into ice. She smiled and got into her mech, closing it up.
 
Mark also stepped inside his mech, waiting for Hunter's system to boot up before rolling his shoulders once and moving his right leg behind him. The circular thruster on his back brightened up momentarily as it powered up before retaining a dull blue glow. "Alright, let's test this out, shall we?" he said to himself before bending slightly on his knees and placing his hands out in front of him. "Boost!" he ordered the system, and the rear thruster lit up with a bright blue flame, sending Mark shooting out of the garage farther than he'd gone before. The slowing mechanism he linked to the command- which was currently set to automatic- activated and caused the boosters under his feet and forearms pushed backwards as he lifted his feet up, slowing down his speed a bit before he scaled up a building and travelled as normal.
 
Kiora smiled as he shot of, shooting after him. She slid along the streets like a jet, having fun. She opened a com with Mark. "Ready cute thing?" She asked him.
 
"More than ever, hot stuff," Mark answered with a determined voice as he ran along and jumped over the city rooftops. "We're going to have to operate together as much as we can if we want to beat Crookes; he's resilient and won't go down easy, especially with the tools he has at his disposal."
 
Kiora nodded. "Here is the plan. If he aims a hit at me, try and block it. If I get hit, we are toast. Try to keep his attention, which shouldn't be hard, I can see if I can hit him. If he acts rashly, it will be easier for me to land a combo of hits." She said.
 
"Gotcha," Mark responded. He could see the arena off in the distance, not far away from them. "Alright, we're almost there. Let's do this." He felt prepared for the fight that he and Kiora were about to have the Wrecker.
 
Kiora smiled and got closer to Mark's mech as they flew in. She could see that his mech was in the middle and the announcer bubble was above them. She could see that a large crowd had formed for this fight, and she landed in the arena with a large thud.
 
Mark soon followed after, landing beside Kiora and staring ahead at the Wrecker as he looked behind him in the direction of the two loud thuds, before turning his body around to face them. "Mark Edwards," he spoke with a chuckle. Mark could practically hear the smirk in his voice, and it already made him feel irritated. "I had a feeling that you'd decide to show up." Then the Wrecker turned his head to look at Kiora. "Ah, you're Kiora Kitonobe, aren't you? So I guess you're his new partner, then."
 
Kiora just stared at him, her personality doing a 180 from what it was before. "Yes. But your days of crushing are over. The head of the Queens Court is here, and she is ready to destroy you." She said, cracking her neck before cracking her knuckles and glaring at him.
 
The Wrecker began to laugh, boosting forward a short distance before taking several steps toward the duo. "Yes, because a Queen knows how to take down a trained warrior, am I right?" Raising his right arm at Mark's shoulder, he fired a grappling blade at him and grabbed onto the wire with his other hand while twisting his body to the left, launching Mark towards him before clotheslining him and sending him to the ground face-first. "You might have a warrior of your own, but I'm not letting you hide behind him," the Wrecker snarled as he stomped on Mark's back and caused him to cry out in pain.


"Because if there's one person I hate more than him... it's you."
 
Kiora was grinding her teeth together. "What? You afraid to get beat by a girl? Come at me then." She said, getting into a ready stance.
 
Turning his attention away from Mark, the Wrecker snarled and launched himself forward with his rear thruster before jumping up into the air, aiming a kick to Kiora's back as he was landing.
 
Kiora dodged out of the way. His mech looked like a defense mech, he would be no match for her speed. She had hardly noticed but the 5 minute timer started for the match.
 
The Wrecker didn't seem willing to relent, boosting towards Kiora again as soon as he landed and planting his left foot down in front of him, coming at her with a right hook as he twisted his body in that same direction and forced his other foot out in front. Meanwhile, not far away, Mark struggled to get back up on his feet. He'd been stunned pretty hard from the attack.
 

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