My moon - a Moon knight story

Chapter 2: the dreams

I opened my eyes.
But this time, I wasn't in Steven and I's house.
I was in a little town. But I couldn't tell if it was a dream or not.
"Bloody hell" I hear not to far from me.
"Is someone here?" I yell.
I hear something in the bushes.
"Hello?" I say this time facing the bushes.
I hear something muttering.
"What is that sound." I whisper.
Before I could go any further, someone appeared from the bushes.
"Steven?" I yell.
"Y/n? What are you doing here? And why are you bleeding?" He says coming up to me.
"Steven, is this a very real dream or...?" I ask.
"Pinch me." He says.
"What? Why would I do that?" I say.
"To see if we are dreaming or not!" Steven replied.
I take his arm, ready to pinch him.
"1.....2...3!" I say pinching him.
"Ouch!" He screams.
"Ok, so this isn't a dream. Great." I say.
We looked at the city from far away.
"Should we go see?" I ask.
"Let's give it a shot." He says.
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We were now in the town. There were alot of people, so we wore our hoods so we wouldn't look too weird. We were hiding behind buildings, moving slowly to where everyone was.
We were holding hands because if I'm honest, we were pretty scared and confused.
Steven whispered to me;
"Let's go closer. We need to see what is happening."
I nod and we get closer to the crowd.
A couple seconds later, we were in the crowd.
In the middle of this big crowd in the middle of the city, there was a guy. He had a staff with him.
"Welcome everyone, I think we all know why we are here today. So without further ado, let's start." The mysterious man says.
He looks in the crowd and points to a Man, probably in his 20's.
"You first. Come up here." The man in the middle said.
The young man came to the middle of the crowd and the other mysterious man held his hands. He put his staff in his palm.
"You..... you are a pure soul." The mysterious man said.
The young man smiled and the crowd sheered.
"Steven, do you see that balance tattoo on the man's arm. Why did it turn green when he touched hands with the other guy." I whisper confused.
"I don't know darling but we need to figure it out sooner or later." He says looking at my eyes.
We look back and now an old lady was there.
The mysterious man did the same thing to the sweet looking old lady.
But now the tattoo of the man was red. And the scales were not balanced.
"I'm very sorry for that, but you're scales were not balanced." He said as the old lady was drained from her life, being dragged away.
"We need to get the fuck out of here." I say to Steven.
Another man came to see the mysterious man in the middle. He whispered something but we didn't hear what he said.
"There are apparently imposters among us. Everyone Neal!" He says.
Everyone did accept me and Steven.
"Oh no." I say
"Bloody hell." He says at the same time.
"WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING HERE." The mysterious man said. "But before that, I need to say that my name is Arthur Harrow."
"First hello Mr. Harrow. Um. We don't know why we are here either." Steven said.
"SECURITY GUARDS. TAKE THEM!" Harrow commanded to the security.
We were surrounded. We couldn't leave.
They took me then tried to take Steven.
He rolled his eyes then fought for me like a maniac.
The security let go of me, but Steven had stabbed and killed most of them.
I was starring at him as I was on the ground.
I looked at him then he looked back.
Those were not Steven's eyes.
He rolled his eyes again then fell on the ground.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT STEVEN?" I say coming up to him.
"I don't know, blacked out." He says
"What? How could he have blacked out if he was right in my face killing people?" I say in my head.
He looked at his hands and screamed at the sight of the blood on his hands.
"WHAT HAPPENED. WHY DO I HAVE BLOOD. WHAT THE HELL." He says terrified.
"Steven......" I say softly hitting him, making him look at Harrow that was coming our way with his group of security guards.
"RUN TO THAT ICE CREAM TRUCK THERE. LETS TRY TO DRIVE AWAY!" He says running off with me.
"STOP RIGHT THERE. STOP THEM." He commands his team.
The crowd had vanished so it was easy to leave with the car.
"You drive." I say.
"No you drive!" He says.
"Steven grant drive or we will both die." I say pushing him to the driver's seat.
I sit beside him as he starts to drive as fast as he could.
He hits the gas petal and screams at the sight of them getting into a car.
We get into a near by road.
"Ok, do you think we will find our way out of here?" I say.
"I will do everything for us to survive." He says in confidence with a smile.
His smile quickly faded away when we saw that they were following us a little too close.
But this time, they had a gun.
They shot the back of the ice cream truck that made us lose our back doors.
"HOLY SHIT." I scream.
"THEY ARE TRYING TO GET IN THE TRUCK. HANG ON DARLING." He says speeding up.
But that still didn't make them slow down. I saw that there was still ice cream left so like a crazy person would do, I took some ice cream and hit their truck.
I laughed as they slow down. Our gas was slowly going down.
"Y/n, we don't have enough gas!" He says.
"Well then, if we die. Bye bye Stevie. If we don't die, see you later." I say as he doesn't look at the road.
I tried to turn the vehicle around witch did not go well. We were facing their car.
But just in time, Steven rolled his eyes again.
Now he had a different emotion on his face.
He didn't have the same stare.
"Who are you?" I ask.
"Marc Spector, nice to meet you. Now listen to me. This might seem weird but don't worry, he won't leave me his body for too long. And stay in that seat, and don't leave. Ok?" He says to me.
He had an American accent, not a British accent.
"Ok. Ok. Do your thing, Marc Spector." I say as he beats them off then comes back a couple minutes later.
I look at him, closed my eyes, then I blacked out.

I woke up at the same time as Steven.
"OMG YOU'RE ALIVE!" I say hugging him.
"DARLING!" He says kissing me.
"So, did you have that dream too?" I ask.
"Yep." He replies.
"How could that be a dream? And we were both there. It was too real to be a dream..... Just how could that be a dream?" I say looking at Steven confused.
"And your head.. you still have a bit of blood left on it."
The real question was:
If Marc Spector was real or not.