Eclipse → Moon Knight

Vii| The Ennead

"Oh, shit. You killed him?" Marc huffed. "I needed to talk to that guy."

"About a dig site," Zahra added. "Guess we're gonna have to talk to you instead."

"You're too late. You're never gonna find Harrow."

"Really?" Marc seemed amused as the man threw up a knife. "Oh, wow."

"What are you doing?" Zahra asked curiously as the man made a 'circle' with the knife on the ground. "I am confused."

"What, are we dancin'?" Marc raised his fists. "We fightin'? What are we gonna do?"

With no more chance to speak, Zahra threw her fist at her attacker, ducking through the arms of the other. She pulled her knee up to kick the youngest in the stomach, causing him to fall to the ground. She turned to see that Marc had pinned the largest against the wall with a knife against his throat.

Just as he was able to make the kill, he dropped the knife. Zahra double-took as she gave him a curious but annoyed look.

"Marc, what are you doing?" It clicked within a second. "Not right now Steven!"

It was too late, the larger man had grabbed Zahra and thrown her over the side of the building. Steven hadn't even realised and Zahra didn't have the mental strength to deal with her husband's other personality.

"I give up," Zahra mumbled as she clambered up from the ground. "Great, my arm is broken."

It wasn't a big deal to Zahra but she did need to find a place for her to put on her suit in order to heal her arm. Otherwise, she couldn't help Steven at all if Marc wasn't going to gain back control before it was too late.

"Omari! Find Marc," Zahra yelled when she saw her friend approach her.

"What?"

"Please!"

"Got it."

Omari had an odd ability to appear when Zahra needed him the most. Despite his over-excited nature, he was skilled in what Zahra liked to call spycraft; going undetected. He wasn't the smartest person in the world outside of Astrology but he had street smarts.

After finding an alleyway and fixing her arm, Zahra began the task of finding the people that Steven had most likely let go of or allowed to get the best of him. Steven couldn't fight.

"I should just do things myself!" Zahra raged as she found the two had gotten away.

Omari and Marc with with the two of them and Marc saw Zahra's annoyed look as she ran after the people they had been fighting recently. Omari, feeling bad, handed the taxi driver the money that Marc hadn't given him before running after the group.

Then, something Zahra could only describe as complicated happened. She found Marc, except it wasn't quite Marc...or Steven. He had stabbed a man and been in the process of stabbing another.

"And what's your name?" Zahra asked carefully, stepping forward. "No offence but I don't believe in the whole ruthless killings."

The version of Marc began to walk towards her and Zahra walked back. He had little emotion on his face and that terrified Zahra. To Zahra's relief, Marc surfaced, who noticed her look quickly and the bloodied knife he was holding.

"Oh, my God. Oh, God. Steven, what did you do?" Marc questioned into the knife's reflection.

"I swear. That wasn't me."

"Then who was it?"

"Marc, that wasn't you or Steven." said Zahra with a nervous glaze.

"Where's the tomb?" Marc questioned the only person left.