Part 12

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Y/N POV

"What the f*ck..." I mumbled under my breath as I looked to Marc then to our surroundings. I sit on the bathroom floor soaking wet, trying to make sense of what I've seen.

Marc's eyes met mine as a subliminal conversation commenced between us. Marc and I have yet to communicate this way, the circumstances of which are much different than with Steven. Marc's eye language does not soothe or comfort me the way Steven's does. When I look into his eyes, I see chaos fear intensity secrecy and sadness. He is less disturbed by the situation than I am, it's a regular occurrence for him. I plead with my glossy eyes for clarity and a sense of how to move on. I watch Marc's eyes flutter and look away from mine. He exhales before walking towards me and extending a hand. I look at his hand... memories of what I had seen...memories of what I now know Marc is capable of doing... they flash across my mind causing me to hesitate. He comes down to my level on the floor, his eyes connecting to mine.

"we have to go." he said with no regard but his eyes poured waves of sympathy. He can see the fear in my eyes, my uncontrollable shaking. He extends his hand once again. I take it with maintained eye contact. I take a moment before standing and before our eyes break apart to hold his hand with intent. I squeeze it slightly and speak with my glare, I feel for you Marc. His demeanor and complex personality all makes sense now, he's an avatar for one of the most chaotic ruthless Egyptian gods. I'm empathetic for him and his lack of freedom. He must be really broken to be an avatar for Khonshu. I tell him this all within a brief moment before he pulls me to stand. I've decided to stay silent until we can comfortably address this, whenever that may be.

"I'll get you different clothes." Marc said to me with my hand in his.

"thank you." I said meekly before allowing him to guide me. I took one last look at the demolished bathroom before we left.

Marc and I walked hand in hand through the dark deserted museum. He walked swiftly and fast with his eyes glued ahead. We went to the gift shop and he grabbed an oversized t-shirt and some baggy museum branded pants. He gave them to me and left the room so I could change. I changed quickly, I'm so ready to leave this museum. I took the opportunity to squeeze out my hair and give it a toss, I look ridiculous but I'm grateful for the dry clothes. I grabbed my wet clothes and shoved them in a plastic museum gift bag before I made my way out of the room. I found Marc with eyes glazed over, his mind in a separate world. I continued to take steps towards him which was enough to break his melancholy trance. I watched him look me up and down then refrain from smirking. Typically, I would reply with a snarky remark but I'm feeling emotionally depleted so I'm in no mood. In defeat, I break a weak smile and subliminally suggest we should get going. We begin to walk towards the exit in silence, I'm glad we're finally leaving.

"You'll need a jacket, it's freezing." Marc said just before we walked out the door. He immediately began taking off his own.

"what about you?" I replied as he held the jacket open for me. My facial expression communicates the needlessness of assistance. I have no motivation to resist, so I started to put my arms through the sleeves and allowed him to put it on me.

"Don't worry about me." he replied, his stoic nature shining through.

"thank you." I said turning to face him, our tired eyesights intertwining. His hands lingered on the upper arms of the jacket as I turned before dropping swiftly. I observe his desolate mien, suppressed emotions and memories craving to be cognized. His eyes scream for help but every other part of him begs you to back down. You can't help someone who won't accept your efforts, they need time. I have sympathy for Marc but I can't help him, at least not now.

Marc's POV

I see why Steven likes her. So compassionate. I hate to admit but I've enjoyed spending time with her behind his eyes. I could never connect with her like Steven has, another connection means more to lose. I've accepted my path and my duty as Khonshu's avatar. I take all the bearings of our hard life so Steven doesn't have to and so no one else gets hurt. That's what Steven's purpose was, to live life in a way I never could but the boarders are beginning to break. He's seen too much. I've tried to let things play out but Steven is incapable of protecting himself and y/n from Arthur. I will not let Steven kill us.

Go get the scarab Marc.

Let me handle this. I told Khonshu in my mind before guiding y/n out of the museum.

You promised he would not interfere.

He won't, I'm in control now. Arthur will not get the scarab.

I've heard this before.

Trust me Khonshu. It will be done.

Remember our agreement.

Yeah I remember. We'll be going separate ways once this is over.

Don't sound so relieved. I will be in search of a new avatar once we're through.

Yeah I know. What will I do without you?

Probably die.

Geez Khonshu.

You're the one who asked.

I was being sarcastic. I know exactly what I'll do once I'm free.

that is?

Something that won't concern you. Now leave me be and let me handle this.

There's no use in withholding information from me. I see everything. I am your mind. I know what you want, what you crave. You should know that by now.

I don't reply. I know Khonshu is right. I am just a body, a vesicle used to carry out his duties. I am beyond saving. The things I've done, even before Khonshu, make me not worthy of being saved. I know that... but I have hope, not for me but for Steven and Layla. This is not their burden to carry, it's mine. I don't want them to suffer anymore because of Khonshu and what I do for him. That's what I want with my freedom, safety and security for them.

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