[center][h2][color=deepskyblue] Marcus Winters [/color][/h2][/center]

[color=cyan]	Marcus spat blood on the pavement. It took a bit of processing, but he was relieved he survived. The entire battle kept him on his toes; he wasn’t sure if he could commit to fighting more criminals in this fake environment. He stared at the floor for a while. Marcus never had an ambition of utilizing his power for these particular reasons. What he saw, it was going to take a lot to forget. 

Marcus heard Kurt but didn’t acknowledge him with an answer. He was way too shocked and disturbed by the previous events. The teen began analyzing all of the previous moments and understanding what outcomes he should and shouldn’t have made. Marcus began thinking of questions like “What if I kicked instead of punched? Would I have died?” 

Fighting took a lot of factors. Was he cut out for stuff like this? He did get into some trouble beforehand, but never like this. Marcus then snapped out of thought-process when he heard one of the titanium woman’s suggestions. “Fake? You think this was fake?” Marcus caressed his chest area. There was no telling of the broken bones and internal damage he suffered. 

“I heard that man’s scream as I set him on fire. When I burned that charm, it was something I don’t believe computers can describe with coding.” Marcus’ tone was coming off a bit rude and sarcastic. He bit his tongue and sighed. “We’ll just wait to see what happens next and what that man has to say. Maybe this was a simulation,” Marcus let out a more polite tone.   

Arguing wasn’t going to be necessary right now. Marcus couldn’t accept the criminals to be holograms. If they did happen to be fake, what would all of this mean? There was no way he could handle real stuff if he could barely handle computer coding. He dropped himself on the floor and took a seat on the curb. [/color]

[center][h2][color=limegreen]Narrative [/color][/h2][/center]

[color=deepskyblue]	The room began distorting itself back to its original form. Structures, cars, and street poles began disappearing. Walls started to squeeze closer together. It was nauseating as the last time. The teenagers were back to the white, isolated room. A room full of emptiness might be the best description. 

A blue portal opened up on the farthest wall. It was the same military-dressed body builder as before. He stepped out while delivering a calm applause; his teeth showed a grin. Given the circumstances of being kidnapped and fighting against deadly criminals, the grin came off more as creepy than reassuring. Mr. Russo coughed and clear the phlegm from his throat. 
[color=orange]“Congratulations, kids. You did a satisfactory job. You managed to complete the objective and performed better than anticipated.”[/color] He brought his hands back to an applause and expected the kids to join him. Stopping his clapping, he began rubbing his chin. 

[color=orange]”There might have been a few things that should’ve been done differently, but you guys managed. You took out the wanted criminals. One of them was sent to the ICU and the other was sent...What matters is that their crime has stopped today, because you three.” [/color] Mr. Russo then pointed to the wall behind him. 

The same blue light covered a section of the wall. It sparkled like glitter and revealed a door out of nowhere. Some tiny remains of the blue light were adjacent to the door. After a bit of scrubbing, a button dressed as an arrow pointing to the ceiling was presented. Inside the door was carpeted flooring and a guard rail along with florescent lighting. It wasn’t just a door, but an elevator!

[color=orange]”Please step inside,”[/color] Russo ushered.      [/color]