La Lune and I ~ Steven Grant/Marc Spector

XI

Eight men with scoping rifles popped out of the shadows and pointed them straight at him. Out of the doorway walked Harrow, coming towards him slowly. His cane clicked against the stone ground.

"Just you?" The old man asked.

The gold scarab beetle fell back into place on the compass. "The rest is silence."

Marc looked back a little to make sure that Ray and Layla were hidden away or had escaped hopefully.

"I remember the first morning I woke up knowing that Khonshu was gone. The quiet was liberating. You're a free man. And, of course, with that freedom comes choice," As he was talking, Harrow continued walking forwards towards him, so did his men. His guard was lowered as his weapon also did, "And right now, you have a very important decision to make."

He was silent for a moment before quietly saying, "Okay."

As one of the snipers came towards him, once he was close enough, Marc grabbed the front of his gun and sliced his arm off with the hatchet. Throwing his arm back to hit another guy in the hide with the blades edge before throwing it into the chest of the man guarding Harrow with his body.

Harrow only shoved the man aside, like he was nothing, before holding up a gun and shooting him. Marc stumbled back at the force of the bullet and the pain, a look of surprise on his chest at what just happened. The old man took a few steps towards him as the other was using the tomb to stumble backwards, away from him before raising the gun again and shooting him again.

Around the corner, behind a wall, Esmeray's mouth had to be covered by her hands, silently crying for the third time today. Everything overwhelmed her.

Marc was dead.
Steven was dead.
By her gun.

Everything seemed to be going in slow motion, Esmeray running out from behind her and Layla's hiding spot without another thought, dropping to her knees in the low water that Marc's body had fallen back into.

Leaning over his body, her hand on his jaw to turn his heavy head towards her face. She let out a blood curdling scream when she felt no pulse.

Shadows were pulled from the corners of the room while some seemed to be coming straight up out of her back. The darkness seemed to be forming a dome around the two of them.

"Wake up, Marc...please, Steven, Marc, I need you to wake up.." She whispered, her voice breaking as she broke down. Her forehead was resting on top of his chest as she cried.

***

Marc ran down the hallway of the building with the stark white walls, not really knowing where he was going but he knew he had to get out of here. Because of the sedatives they had given him at some point, he kept tripping over himself and hitting walls but soon was running down the hall.

He skidded to a stop at the end of the hall, turning the corner and saw that it looked like it was swaying back and forth. Marc shook his head to shake it off and continued riding. He tried wiggling the handles on a few doors before one opened and sliding in, it slammed behind him and he pressed his back into the corner.

Footsteps sounded down the hall before the silhouette of the two guards Marc had attacked came running and straight past where he was hiding. He looked before ways through the frosted glass but then turned his head when he heard a thudding noise come from behind him.