The Cries of the Dead (A Moon Knight Inspired Fan-fiction)

Chapter Fifteen: She Was...

(Strong themes, mild violence)

As Marc watched Ophelia's convulsing body, he heard himself yelling for help. Snapping at the doctors and nurses that now rushed into the room. Demanding they save her.

Trying to fight to stay by her side, as he was suddenly being dragged out the room.

"Khonshu," he pleaded. "You have to save her."

If anyone heard him, they didn't say a word. Just kept trying to escort him from the room. He continued to fight.

"Make her your avatar." He demanded. His desperation a crack in the back of his throat.

Khonshu appeared, lights guttering a little as his presence overwhelmed. "No."

"If you don't save her, I swear that I will fucking kill you." Marc growled - vaguely aware of a nurse asking him to stop threatening them. "You can have me back after she's alive."

"Let her die," the deity suggested. "Afterall, she is nothing special."

"You motherfucker." He spat.

Marc got free of the security guards' grip and launched himself towards Khonshu, who vanished; causing Marc to hit the wall hard. Not that he would have been able to touch the god anyway.

"Get him out of here now," the doctor ordered.

There was a blinding rage that consumed Marc, as he felt hands grab him once more. Pressure built in his head...

Suddenly he was in the middle of the room, standing over heaped bodies on the floor. Relief came as he realised they'd just been knocked out.

"Stop him," that same doctor demanded, as more men piled into the room.

Once again he was being manhandled, and this time Marc didn't fight.

Numbness started to sink in as he looked over his shoulder to where Ophelia's body had become too stiff. There was a flat beep that told Marc all he needed to know.

She was dead.