Marc & Steven mixed with 3rd person POV
⚠️WARNING: cuss words & suicidal thoughts
Song: Pray For Me The Weeknd & Kendrick Lamar
"Bloody hell mate, when do we get to take a break?" Steven asked as he slowly got up off the ground. His body ached from training for almost a week now. The tests that Osiris had mentioned from their meeting was tomorrow and Khonshu had been making sure they train like hell for this next mission. "Do you think the people who want to resurrect Apophis are taking a break? This is a life or death situation. No messing around like last time little worm. Let's run that again. Fight as though your life depends on it. Because it does." Khonshu had risen his hand to make jackals appear. They were different from when they had fought one before in the past. They had armor on, they learn your moves with every step you took. Marc took over the body and threw his crescent moon to the floor. "Khonshu, enough. We've been working our ass's off for almost a week now and we are tired. Last I checked you don't control us as much as you may have thought you had before. We're done with this." Khonshu then snapped his fingers for the jackals to disappear. "Marc Spector. We both know that this situation can be the cause of this world's extinction or end up as slaves and be Apophis servants. This needs to be fixed quickly before any of that happens. This amount of time being wasted is either our doom or our gain from having the upper hand. Ammit was just the calm before the storm. If we can find these minions, kill the-" "I will NOT have more bloodshed on my hands than I do already! These are people. People who have lives, people who have families to go home to, people who try and survive until the next day. They make poor choices, and those choices reflect as who they are and if there is a way that can be fixed, then we'll do it that way. Killing Harrow isn't my doing. That was you. If you want someone to go out and kill for you, then by all means, go find them. Or you know what? Better yet, you go do it for once you lazy ass. Instead of having other people to do YOUR FUCKING BIDDING! Either you grow a pair and find these fuckers, find their leader, and end it all off. OR you leave it to me and stop bitching for fucking once yea? I'm done here." Marc then began to walk back to his apartment from the dark alleyway that they had trained from. "Here. At 10pm sharp tomorrow. Don't be late." Is all the boys heard from Khonshu before an audible whooshing sound was heard. Probably him disappearing to go back to god knows where. It never seemed to be clear skies in London. Though the night has been upon them for a couple of hours now, the moon was covered in a blanket of dark clouds.
(Song: Beach Song by Beach House)
Once they got into the sketchy elevator that sounded as though it could break at any moment, Marc leaned back into the mirrored walls with a heavy sigh. "You alright Marc?" Steven broke the silence. He was in the reflection in the mirrors looking at Marc with a worried expression. "Yea buddy, just tried. He's got us training as though we're still young. Hell, I still got it, but at some point our body can't take as much as it used to." Marc explained with a tired look on his face. "Yea, that cranky old bird has one too many loose ones up in that empty skull of his." The elevator had came to a stop with a small ding, telling them that they've reached their floor. Once the boys had gotten inside their apartment, it didn't take them very long for them to plump onto their bed. All Marc and Steven wanted to do was sleep in that very moment. Not feeling motivated to take a shower nor even change their clothes. As they laid their in their dark blue jeans, black shirt and combat boots on, Marc's eyelids became heavy as he slowly started to close his eyes.
Knock, knock, knock "Marc, Steven, you home?" Layla's voice could be heard from the other side of the door. Marc and Steven groaned at the same time, not wanting to get up and just go right to sleep. Marc opened the door with a tired and annoyed expression. "What." Marc spoke with some frustration."You look like shit." Layla spoke with a slight chuckle. "Ok? And you look as though you work at a FedEx, what's your point?" Layla scoffed at Marc's comment. "Wow. Unbelievable. I came here to check up on you and that's how you treat me?" Steven then took charge of the body. "It's not that love, it's just, we're just tired. That old bird has us training as if it's the Olympic gold medal on the line." Steven said softly as he then took a seat at the kitchen table. "Steven, I don't need you fighting Marc's battles. He needs to own up and take responsibility for once." Layla said a bit more softly but frustration laced in her voice. "Layla, I'm sorry alright...I just need a moment of just...quiet alright? I appreciate you coming to visit me and everything but I just can't at the moment. It's nice seeing you." Marc took over the body once again as he got up from the seat and face planted into the bed. As Marc buried his head in the pillows he could hear Layla walking towards them. "You know I'm always here for you if you need to talk to anyone. I can finally understand everything. You don't need to keep me in the dark. And that's what you always choose to do. I want to be there and help you but you're not letting me. I'll let you get some rest now...goodnight Marc, goodnight Steven...see you tomorrow." Marc groaned in response as he lazily lifted a hand to wave goodbye. As the door shut close one last time, Marc felt as though the world went quiet for once. As though there was peace once again.
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Moonlit Requiem (Moon Knight X Reader) SMUT
AçãoHarrow and Ammit have been defeated at last, finally Steven and Marc can rest. Or can they? When Khonshu had killed them off, steven and marc decided to continue to be his avatar for as long as he stops manipulating them, which unbeknown to them he...
