Harrow 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...
Before the story begins, I forgot to add how the apartment room looks. It's a studio apartment, just a 1 story floor plan. Marc basically sleeps in the living room, y/n has her own room. (Pictures below were from Pinterest)
Living Room:
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Y/N Room:
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Marc & Steven's "Room":
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Something similar to that, I know the layout isn't the same but it's what I had in mind, enjoy the story! (This is the longest story yet)
Y/N POV
⚠️WARNING: cursing
Song: Rises The Moon by Liana Flores
I laid in my bed staring at the ceiling, the light of the moon seeping through the curtains of my window. The thought of my necklace running through my mind. I never had the chance to steal it, not back then at least. It was too risky to begin with, especially if Marc didn't trust me. I've visited the museum from time to time whenever Marc wasn't around. He was able to get a job at some restaurant down the street. And since I began living here I had to pay my rent as well, but I would never get a job up here. Nor would it be the safest, at least for my situation. So from time to time there might or might not be a bank robbery reported on the news. Though the cops have never been able to find me or even catch a glimpse of what I look like. I've been using the same suit I bought a couple months back. That's been the only way that could grantee my safety of not letting Vance find out. The suit of Anubis is strictly for patrol or if I'm in danger. But other than that, this new suit rarely gets used. There was one time where I somehow managed to slip up, a blurred image of my suit appeared on the news, not the best quality but you can make out the design of the suit. Slick black with white fur that showed my curves. From that day on people have already came up with a name for me, though it was a stupid one, nothing was even unique about it. Black Cat, what a ridiculous name, there's no ears or anything of a sort on my suit that remotely resembles a cat. People are so unoriginal when it comes to making up some new name for a so called vigilantes. But that suit is all I have, it's been my one ticket in and the only thing that's been keeping my identity a secret. The necklace at the museum is leaving the country soon, and this has been the only opportunity I have to get it back. Hundreds of years, countless tears, all for that damn necklace. Sometimes I wish she never gave me that damn thing, for an item like that to have such a hold on me. It's been the one thing that's kept me from being a heartless killer. At least more than I am now. That damn necklace is the only thing I have of her...her memory is slowly fading, but I still catch glimpses of her from time to time. The way she used to smile at me before I headed out to play with the other kids, the way the sun always seemed to shine down on her. And that necklace...the necklace always right there. Whatever she wore, that necklace was always present. No matter the occasion she always wore it. And the day it was passed down to me...I'll never forget...
