There was a large sarcophagus against one wall of the room. How he hadn't noticed that when he first ran in was a mystery.
"Let me out! Let me out! Let me out! Let me out! Please! Please, someone let me out!" Came from inside, someone yelling for freedom while banging on the inside of the box.
Marc started to push the lid off of it, the man inside breathing heavily from the panicking and very little oxygen. It wasn't before long that it was off and the person scrambled out of it, doing a small spin in frantic motions to get a sight of his surroundings.
"Steven?"
The alter had a dark blue, long sleeved shirt and grey pants while Marc had the opposite. His hair was a little messier than his, maybe from being shoved in a sarcophagus, and his eyes were brighter.
Steven looked at him in wonder, in amusement, as he spoke in awe, "Marc?"
"Steven.."
"Marc!"
Their arms wrapped around each other in a tight hug, clutching onto the other in case the other disappeared right then. Marc held onto him, just happy that someone that he knew and seemed to know him beyond being a mental patient was here.
Steven pulled back soon through, the realization of who he was hugging set it, looking his other half up and down with his hands out out in front of him in confusion. "How is this possible?" He asked timidly.
"I don't know." Marc paused before pointing at his head and asking, "What is the last thing that you remember?"
"Harrow shot us."
"Yes!" Marc almost yelled out of excitement that he wasn't actually crazy, Steven jumped at the sudden loudness, "Yes. Exactly, exactly. Alright. We gotta get out of here. Follow me. Come on."
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The dome had collapsed with Esmeray's lack of energy now from crying. And right now, the only thing keeping her from not carrying about what happens to her is Layla. If she's gone, what would they do to her?
Harrow had already bent down and grabbed the ushabti from Marc's pocket, she had done nothing to stop him. They had already grabbed the curled haired woman as well, throwing her to the side against the wall as they had no use for her now that Khonshu's avatar was dead.
"What should we do about her?" One of Harrows followers asked him, gesturing to the black haired woman that was still crying into the chest of her dead lover.
Arthur stared down at her, feeling no remorse for his actions even after seeing the affects Marc and Stevens deaths had on her.
"Let her rot with the knowledge that she couldn't protect another person she loved."
Her head turned only slightly so Harrow was able to see her glaring eye between her hair and her upper arm. Like a painting.
Then they left. Just like they hadn't destroyed someone's entire world with a pull of a finger.
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La Lune and I ~ Steven Grant/Marc Spector
Fanfiction? he was the moon, bright despite the darkness, but even with the brightness, comes shadows, which is what she thrived in ? * she hated marc spector. so much so that she wanted to find and kill him. but when she finds him, it isn't marc spector, it'...
