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There's a moment in which Mark feels... weird. He's standing in his office, but at the same time he's not. Everything is so distant and for a moment it seems like he's watching everything unfold before him in third person.
The blinding white presence doesn't look at him, but Mark feels like it is. Like it's looking everywhere and everything at the same time. It's... terrifying.
And then there's The Fix, pointing his large gun at it and then firing only to miss... No, he didn't miss. He shot the thing straight in the chest but it's still standing, unaffected, and that sends an involuntary chill down Mark's spine.
The Fix says something, probably, and Mark feels like the next few seconds go simultaneously too fast and too slow for his brain to comprehend.
A crash and subsequent sickening crack snap him back to reality, his limbs had already started to feel numb from just... standing there. The DA has scarce seconds to take in the sight of his office before his feet instinctively lead him to the now broken window in his office.
Mark holds tightly onto the edges of the remaining glass and peers down, his limbs still far too numb to feel the pain of the cuts he's getting on his palms. He quickly spots The Fix's body, and the DA thinks he let out a gasp at the sight. Maybe.
The man's body had hit the sidewalk with force and the people nearby are beginning to gather around him and pointing up to Mark's office with the broken glass, correctly deducing that The Fix fell from that height but incorrectly assuming that Mark had thrown him.
The DA knew he had to retreat, to hide. His status and wealth would protect him from rotting in jail but his reputation would be ruined if he got accused of attempted murder.
With one last glance to The Fix's body, seeing his leg divided into three rather than two joints, Mark retreated back inside. His body shook slightly, still in shock.
A little voice inside his mind told him to run away. He didn't know if it was his or the thing's, and making the distinction was getting harder and harder with every passing day, but he obeyed nonetheless.