Zahra was dead. At least, she should have been if it weren't for an Egyptian Goddess deciding she didn't deserve to die so young. Yet, Zahra had no memories of the time before becoming an Avatar and it seemed that a trip to a familiar place was soon...
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Zahra was on the verge of anger denial. Marc was her husband, he was the only person that she had a past that she could remember. She trusted him and he trusted her. Could he have killed her father and never said anything about it?
"Zahra! Layla!" Omari exclaimed when he saw them.
Steven held up the ushabti triumphantly, "Layla! We won."
"And the ushabti goes to us!" Omari added, "I mean, Steven had to go digging down old Alexander the Great's gullet but he did it."
Zahra didn't look to be in the talking mood and Layla was glaring at Steven with a passion.
"You alright, love?" Steve questioned.
Omari had begun to back away from being involved in whatever was about to happen. He had seen Zahra angry and, if he was honest, he didn't want to be any near her when she was. Zahra had a way of building up rage until it exploded and right now, she was a ticking timebomb.
"Can he hear me?" Zahra questioned with a calm voice, trying to reign in her anger.
"Alexandar? I don't think so. God, I hope not," Steven replied with a chuckle.
"What happened to our fathers?" Layla questioned, "I'm talking to you."
"What?"Steven questioned, confused.
"We're talking to you, Marc!" Zahra snapped, hitting Steven in the chest lightly.
Steven's demeanour changed and Zahra got the feeling of Marc's presence being back. He quickly grabbed Zahra and ushered them to the others.
"Come on. Let's go."
"No, I want answers," Zahra commanded.
"We need to go right now," Marc hurriedly told her.
"No, Marc!" Zahra replied as she grabbed his wists to stop him. In return, he grabbed both wrists. "What happened to my father and Layla's father?"
"Listen to me. We need to leave right now. I will explain everything, I swear. But we have to go."
"Did you kill Abdullah El Faouly and Ahmed Okasha?" Layla asked while annunciating every word.
"Of course not. Of course, I didn't," Marc yelled.
"But you were there," Zahra realised.
Marc exhaled, "I was there. Yeah, I was there."
"How did they die?" Zahra questioned as tears began to fall.
Marc looked at her with sad eyes and gave a glance to Layla, "My partner got greedy and he executed everyone at the dig site. I tried to save your fathers, but I couldn't."
"No, but you brought a kill right to them, right?" Layla added aggressively.
Marc nodded, "Yeah. He shot me too. I was supposed to die that night but I didn't die that night. And I should have. I've tried to tell you since the moment we met. I just didn't know..."
"Oh my god," Layla interrupted.
"I'm sorry," Marc whispered.
"That's the reason we met when I was with Zahra," Layla told him, "You had a guilty conscience."
A sound of rustling came from an entrance in front of the four. Omari made a dark look followed by, "They're here."
Omari moved to grab Layla and find another direction to where Harrow was going to be entering from, determined to find another way out.
"Go," Zahra demanded, "Omari, take Layla and Go."
"You need to go too—"
"Marc, shut up," Zahra demanded. "We started this together, I'm not leaving now."
Zahra removed the dagger from her boot, holding it up with a slightly shaky hand. She couldn't justify killing Harrow's men with no mercy...despite all they had done. It wasn't in her morals. Marc had found an axe to hold but Zahra wasn't sure it would help as the men entered the tomb with guns.
"Just the two of you?" Harrow began, "The rest is silence. I remember the first morning I woke up knowing that Khonshu was gone. I assume Nephthys was just as bad. The quiet was liberating. You're both free. And, of course, you have a very important decision to make."
Zahra noticed a man heading from her left with a gun pointed at her. She quickly stabbed him in the leg, causing him to yell out so she could grab the barrel of the gun.
The noise of a gunshot seemed to only echo to Marc Spector as he watched Harrow shoot his wife in front of him.
"Zahra!" Marc yelled.
There was no coming back from this. There was no Nephthys. It happened again under Marc's watch...his wife.
And as she fell into the water behind her, the body of Marc Spector and Steven Grant followed similarly.
Zahra used to fear death. Now, she didn't.
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