James Worthington was walking out of the Taco Bell building.

'Taco Bell, I have to admit, humans do have a sense of humor.' Worthington mused to himself as he walked.

He may look human, but he's one of the last Cinnigarans in existence. The others are either Nebulon, or a few generals in the FFIA. He mentored Marc to use his powers and skill. Worthington has grown fond of Marc. Back on Cinnigara, Worthington, Nebulon, and Nebulass were inseparable. So when Nebulon destroyed a farming village, Worthington was first to cry. But, luckily he led the exodus as the planet exploded. He saved lives that day.

Worthington has trained and mentored every Nebulass host. He even had feelings for some of the female hosts. But Marc was........different, and not just because he's a kid. Marc was a different kind of different.

Marc was everything a host needs to be: Wise, brave, trusting, strong, skillful, full of Harmony. But, more than that, he new how to unwind in his downtime, at first, Marc was studious, learning all he could. After that, Marc trained day in and day out. He broke all FFIA training and combat records.

But that Marc is long gone. After Nebulon kidnapped his family as leverage, Marc changed. He became darker, angrier, more aggressive. Even Sombra, and Psithyra were shocked by his actions.

Worthington remembers that mission all to well.

They went in to kidnap a high level DBE(Darkness Blighter Empire) operative.

That went well, it was interrogation that shocked every one.

Worthington P.O.V
FFIA Ship Infinite interrogation room.
The room was dimly lit and had a foreboding atmosphere to it.

There was a two way mirror on the wall on the right side of the room.

There was a simple wood table and two chairs on either side of it.

One chair was empty.

Sitting in the other chair opposite of the empty one was a Togruta woman. She wore black Sith robes. Her skin was red with patches of yellow. Her eyes were Sith yellow. Instead of hair, she had something called gray head-tails that rested on her shoulders like hair. She was bound with special handcuffs that blocked her connection to the Force.

The door opened catching the woman's attention.

Out of it came Psithyra in her true form and a black FFIA uniform, said uniform was put together with black pants and shoes, at the top of the pants was a waste cape cut down the back and middle for maneuverability, she wore a black tunic with long sleeves and on the right side of her chest was a Freedom Fighter badge, she lacked a rank badge because she was an operative, and Sombra in his black armor and robes, our top interrogators.

Marc and I watched from the other side of the two-way mirror.

"So, Darth." Psithyra began. "Do you know why we abducted you?"

"Because Freedom Fighters have death wishes." The woman said.

"Look, Darth Sintrath, we want the codes and locations for all your slave, execution, and concentration camps," Sombra said. "So, save yourself a lot of pain, and give in."

"Look, for your the best interrogators the FFIA has, you need knew men." Sintrath snarked

"Get the kit," Sombra ordered Psithyra.

Psithyra pressed some buttons on the two way.

Seeing what Psithyra was doing, Marc picked up a suitcase and placed it flat in a drawer of sorts. Then he pushed the drawer forward and the drawer appeared on the other side and Psithyra picked up the suitcase and pushed the drawer back into the wall and our side.

Psithyra put the suitcase on the table and opened it.

"Alright," Psithyra said. Checking what was in it. She has experienced torture, the benefits of being the Queen's Reaper. Also, she was a Living Lie Detector, so that helps in interrogations. She pulled out several different tools and spread them on the table.

She picked up a syringe and tapped it.

"Let's start with this." Psithyra said handing Sombra the syringe.

Sombra knew how to instill fear. He was skilled in..........extracting information.

"I hope this doesn't go like that Long Way To Fall chapter," Marc said in worry and memory. "Though, it's always fun to see Psithyra un-alive Assassins."

"Really, did you really use time travel just to read ahead a few chapters?" I asked irritated.

"Your just worried I'll spoil it for you." Marc quipped.

The interrogation lasted three hours.

They used every single technique and even resorted to torture

Sintrath didn't crack once. Afterward, the group met in the room behind the mirror

"You're sure she won't crack?" I asked.

"Yes, I've seen some tough nuts, and this one is the wall nut of them," Psithyra admitted.

"You gotta work on that slang," Marc said polishing Goldsword. "I got an idea."

Then Marc demorphed his sword back into a pen, got up and went to the door.

"What are you doing?" Sombra asked Marc.

"Getting a nutcracker," Marc said vaguely as he went left the room and closed the door behind him.

At least a few minutes later, he walked into the interrogation room and put a force field around the door to that room and the room we were in.

He was holding a device in his hands. He sat down at the table, glaring at the Sith mistress.

"I will get the information I want from you," Marc stated simply.

"Yeah, right," Sintrath said disbelievingly. But, Marc piqued her curiosity. "How?"

Marc flashed an evil smile.

Then he placed the device on the table. It was at least six inches long. It was cylindrical in shape, the direct center is larger than the rest of it. It had a red button on one side of the center and green button on the other. On one end were a silver claw and a needle in the center of it. On the other end was a flash drive.

I may have looked calm, but I was shocked, very shocked by what Marc was thinking.

"Do you know what that is?" Marc asked, his face now neutral.

"A M-memory Extractor," Sintrath said scared beyond all rational thought at what Marc was going to do. "The prototype, to be exact."

"So, you do know your tech. Do you know why this and two others are the only ones to exist?" Marc asked.

"B-because.....be-" Fear overtook the Sith. She's heard of these devices. Made by a brilliant DBE scientist. Memory Extractors were built on the idea that if one could completely wipe certain memories like a computer, why couldn't they be removed or transferred? Because a mind and a computer two are very different things, that's why. For more than one reason. They were never perfected. They would always extract more than what was needed. She even heard that the scientist extracted his entire soul.

And Marc was planning on using it on her.

"Please, I'll tell you everything you want to know, I-I'll give you a section of space for the FFIA to have, just don't extract my soul," Sintrath begged, not wanting to spend eternity in a flash drive, or have to re-learn even basic things.

"Hmmm, how about........" Marc paused getting up and walking behind the now scared Sith. "No."

Marc stabbed the back of her head and the claw gripped it, keeping her from simply pulling it out.

This shocked everyone on the other side of the two way, me included. Now we know why Marc put the force field around the door. To stop us from stopping him. I knew it was useless to try and open the doors, Marc was skilled when it came to force fields.

Yet this fact didn't stop Psithyra from hacking at the door with a battle-ax.

"Move." Sombra said in his King Voice. He summoned all his energy and created a shadowy mist and tendrils. He tried using his tendrils on the door. but this failed several times.

Marc continued to extract memories from the Sith woman.

"P-please. Y-y-you p-probably h-have w-what y-you wwwwant n-n-now." Sintrath said struggling to remember how to speak.

"Oh, I'm sure, but one thing I got from your mind was that you knew who my parents and brother were and extra cruel to them, so, I'm going to be extra cruel to you." Marc said without any compassion towards the Sith.

Sintrath could feel her losing herself, eventually she even forgot her own name. Marc wanted to take more of her soul, but the flash drive was full, so he had no choice but to stop.

Marc mercilessly pulled out the Extractor and deactivated the force fields just as Sombra was gonna try smashing it again. Instead he smashed the door down.

We ran out of the two way room and into the interrogation room.

Marc just casually dusted his shoulder off.

We just stood there in silence for a few minutes.

Eventually Sintrath woke up from her daze.

"Excuse me, you all seem tense, but could you tell me where we are, what's going on and what my name is?" Sintrath asked dumbly.

Marc rolled his eyes and pulled out his pen.

"Morphicon. Marc chanted. Then his pen morphed into his sword and Marc horizontally sliced at the woman. Her pupils dilated and she gasped in shock.

Then her head rolled forward and fell into her lap, now lifeless and unmoving.

"Whoa." Was all Psithyra could mutter.

"Someone needs to clean that up." Marc said pointing his thumb at the decapitated Sith.

Then Marc started walking to the door.

Psithyra walked in front of Marc and blocked him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You're not going any where till we get an explanation for that." Psithyra said holding her ground.

Then Psithyra cringed aso she flet a mixture of a telepathic blast and a burst of negative emotions. She was holding her head and felt even a little dizzy and cringing in pain.

"W-what the Hell are you doing to her?" Sombra asked.

"Giving her a mere taste of all my negative emotions I've been holding back." Marc stated looking at the suffering Changeling. "And blasting her with telepathy to add some kick to her meal.

"How the hell are you hurting her like that then?" Sombra said. "Psithyra shouldn't react like this, she's lived in a counterpart for f*cking New York for crying out loud!"

"Well, I've been holding back my anger for a while, so, they've gained so much potency and power, Reapers and Queens fall with a thought." Marc stated.

"Marc stop." I said trying to get through to him. Seeing him not relenting, I tried again. "Marc, STOP!"

"Fine." Marc relented and held back his emotions once more. "Now, if you excuse me, tomorrow's a school day."

He was like a son to Worthington.

Why did he burden a child with this life?

Marc was to young to do this, he should worry about normal things, like grades and crushes. Like dances and virginity. Normal 13 year old stuff. Not the fate of the multiverse, or vengeance for his family.

'He's lIke a son to me, and all I am too him is the man who ruined his life.' Worthington thought to himself in regret.

Worthington was broken out of his thoughts as he bumped into a yellow skinned teenager with poofy hair. She wore a Hoodie and blue jeans with simple sneakers.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see where I was going, ms....?" Worthington said.

"Adagio Dazzle." The teenager said.

"Well Ms. Dazzle, I muse be on my way." Worthington said. He knew of Dawn Saber's muses. Marc told the FFIA everything that happened to him when he went rogue and was stranded in the Age of Kings, including befriending the muses and bonding with them. He would thank her for helping bring Marc down to Earth again if it didn't breach security.

"Muse?" Adagio asked confused.

"Must, I must be on my way." Worthington corrected.

"Alright." Adagio said walking down the street shrugging it off.

"Worthington to Infinite. One to beam up." Worthington said putting to fingers on his right ear, calling to the teleporter room chief. Then a golden aura surrounded his body and he was disassembled, atom by atom. Worthington then disappeared completely.

Author's Note

I couldn't resist.