New at Life | Chapter 8
Steven Grant/Marc Spector x latina!teen!reader
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Note: I hope yall can read Spanish lol
Warning: Angst, grief, death (gasp)
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The drive to the desert was quiet aside from the music playing that was low. Since they were in Egypt, most of the music that was being played was in Arabic. Layla and Marc were able to understand what each song was saying but Y/N was in the dark. However the beat to them were catchy and she would find herself bop her head.
Looking outside the window, Y/N saw how the buildings were the only things that lit up the night. As they kept driving though, she could see that less and less buildings were appearing. Meaning that they were headed the right way to get to the desert.
She looked over to Layla and Marc who were talking to each other. Marc was looking at his jacket which had holes, “This was my favorite jacket too”. Saddened he threw it to the back and then took off his shirt which was also ruined. Discarding the shirt to the back too, he reached over to a duffel bag that was next to Y/N.
Y/N stared at him envious, he was able to change out of his sweaty clothes while she had to stick with hers.
“Lucky” she looked at him unimpressed.
He looked at her and smiled cockily, “You should have brought your own clothes”
“I didn’t know we’d be staying overnight at the desert”
“Technically, we have been staying overnight at the desert. You know, Egypt is all-“
“You know what, I’m glad your favorite jacket got ruined”
Marc gave a small laugh and looked back to the road, “If you want, you can borrow some of my clothes, they should fit”.
Y/N looked at the duffel bag and then back to Marc. With out much thought, she grabbed the bag.
She looked through it and found a military green tshirt plus a brown jacket. Since it was getting a bit cold, she decided to take it.
“Alright y’all don’t look!” She yelled out causing Marc to close his eyes and place an arm on top of his eyes.
Taking her chance, she took off her top and tossed it to the trunk. She pulled the shirt over head and pulled it down. She noticed how it was a bit/quite oversized, but she liked it since she was now comfortable. The jacket she put on and it was actually warm.
After wearing it she noticed that the shirt was a bit itchy and rough. “Yo Marc, do you wash your clothes?”
“Yeah? Why?”
“Cause it doesn’t feel like it. Do you even use softener?”
“Alright if your gonna be judging, how about you put back on your sweaty shirt?”
“Just kidding. It’s nice. Yup” she quickly said and smiled to convince him.
Layla gave a small laugh, “He doesn’t, I used to fold his clothes and they were hard as rock”. Marc looked at her offendedly.
“It’s true” she laughed.
Y/N saw how the two looked into each other’s eyes and noticed how much love they held for the other. She smiled but then remembered about how Marc was staying away from Layla for a while. Then wondered why did the two even decide to marry. Actually how did Layla fall for him?
“Uhm, so like, I might be getting a little to personal but like…how did you two meet?”
The two paused, looking at each other. Marc looked at her and then down, disappointed not at her but at himself. Layla looked at him with a sympathetic smile and squeezed his hand. Y/N noticed that Marc didn’t pull away. At first she thought that she might have have made things awkward but she might have actually made things better.
“We met at a bar” Layla said after a long pause.
Y/N fixed her posture and listened closely.
“I was working on archeological business which shall not be named” she smiled at the rear mirror, “when suddenly I get a drink, told that a man bought it for me”
“I look across from the room and I see this awkward and mysterious man staring back,”
“Awkward?” Marc smiles.
“Yes awkward, you looked like a boy from grade school who was waiting for his crush to read his handwritten letter”
Y/N laughs, “Wait really?”
“Yup, but he gets the courage and walks over to me. Tells me about how I caught his eye, can you believe it? Out of all the women there”
“How couldn’t I?” Marc looks at Laylas hand, hesitating but yet still holding it, “You’re the most interesting and smart woman I’ve met”.
Layla smiles and squeezes Marc’s hand in return.
“After that, we talked more, went on a few dates and got together. A couple of years after, he asks to marry me”
Y/N looks at them and smiles with delight on their love story. Especially since she didn’t know Marc was a romantic. She then notices that Layla frowns and slowly lets go of Marc.
“But a few years after we marry, he leaves without a trace, without letting me know” Marc looks at her apologetically. “Layla, I’m sorry-“
“Let’s just stay focused on the mission”
Layla focuses on the road and ignores Marc’s eyes that are filled with pity and guilt. The trip becomes quiet and awkward. Y/N looks at both of them but before she can say anything her phone goes off.
Scrambling to get her phone from her pocket, she looks at the caller ID. ‘Madre’ it reads, she looks at Layla and Marc apologetically, “Hey sorry, uh I gotta take it, it’s my mom”
The two nod and look to the road as a gesture of privacy.
Y/N breathes in and looks at the green button. Why was her mother calling at this time? Gathering enough courage, she answers and raises the phone to her ear.
“Bueno?”
“Honde estás?” Her mother answers with a stern voice. Y/N feels like her heart skipped a beat but continues to try to keep the facade.
“En Londres? Donde mas?”
“Crees que soy pendeja?”
Y/N feel her breathe stop. Her mother was angry and even thought she was very far away from her, she felt like she would come through the phone and slap her.
“N-No”
Marc and Layla notice the sudden change in Y/N but continue to listen.
“Di porque tu prima me mando un video donde estas en Egipto, peleando con un grupo de señores con…poderes”
Y/N stays quiet, “Cual video?”
“Ay! Eres mensa o que?!” Jumping at her mothers raised voice, she sees that she is sent a link to a video. Following it, she is shown from shaky camera work from earlier where they went to Mogart and fought the many groups of bodyguards. In the video, it showed how Y/N uses her powers to beat them and knock them unconscious. Without context, it probably looks like Y/N has been hanging out with the wrong group.
The thing that she wondered was who recorded it and how did it get big so fast?
“Lo viste?!”
Forgetting that she was still on a call with her mother, scrambled to put her phone back to her ear.
“Si, si….” Y/N repeated not in an annoyed way but in a scared one.
“Explícame esto!”
Y/N tried to think of an excuse but how would one explain to their mother that she got powers and is now trying to save the world from an evil cult. The easiest one would be to say she was now part of the mafia.
“Es que…no me vas a creer” she rubbed the back of her neck. In the corner of her eye she saw Marc staring at her and gesturing to her if she was alright. She gave a quick smile and nodded. However Marc didn’t really believe that.
It was quiet on the other line and Y/N felt the air become more dense. Suddenly she heard quiet sobs and sniffles. Hearing her mom cry her hurt her heart, “Mami, por favor no llores”
“No me digas que no llore! Yo pensé que ibas a ser diferente que tus hermanas pero al mejor eres peor!”
“…Que estás queriendo decir?”
“Nos fallaste y incluso trajiste vergüenza a nuestra familia. Todos tus tíos nos están tomando por tontos! Teníamos muchas esperanzas para ti!”
Y/N felt her heart and all blood cells stop simultaneously. She feels her throat tighten, “No- no quieres decir eso…”.
“Me has decepcionado mucho a mí y a tu padre. Cómo pudiste hacerlo después de todo lo que hemos hecho? Quiero que vuelvas a casa a este momento”
The call ends and Y/N is just met with the beeping of the phone. She just stares straight down, still in shock.
All of her hard work and nights of studying, gone down the drain. All of her energy trying to make her parents the least bit happy went to waste.
Y/N felt tears trying to escape, even though she tried her hardest in keeping them in, a few fell. Her lips quiver, she feels so weak with crying in the backseat of a car.
“…You alright?” Marc turns his head slightly to her. She immediately wipes her eyes with the sleeve of the jacket she put on, “Y-yeah I’m fine”.
Layla looks at her with a frown through the rear view mirror. Being a traveling archeologist, she learned a few languages, Spanish being one. So from the recent conversation that the teen just had, she had an idea of what it was about. Layla stared at the road ahead trying to think of how to make Y/N feel more cheerful. She looked down to the radio and then to the reflection of Y/N.
“Is there any music you like?” Y/N looked confused at the question.
“Uhh, not really, well I'm fine with anything, " she said quietly.
Lyla nodded and turned the small wheel for the radio, trying to find a good station. A mix of sound came from the speakers; static, milliseconds of songs that were playing, and ads.
"Oh, I remember this song!" Layla stopped at one station.
She looked at the rearview mirror to check on Y/N, her eyes were tinted red but she seemed calmer. She was looking at the radio and got closer to the front of the truck. Using the front seats as an aide, she pulled herself in between Layla and Marc.
"Wait, I know this song too, my sisters would play it all the time back then" she gave a small smile.
Layla turned the volume up causing the speakers to blare I Want It That Way by The Backstreet Boys. Y/N bumped her head to the beat while Marc just stared off into the distance. Layla however started to sing and soon after so did Y/N.
Layla sung with emotion and Y/N acted as if she was in a music video.
“But we are two worlds apart,” Layla put a hand on her chest, dramatically.
“Cant reach to your heart” Y/N closed her eyes and put hands close to her chest, gesturing her heart.
The two then bursted into the main verse, singing their hearts out. Taking turns in who would say “Tell me why” while the other song the other line.
Marc just chuckled and shook his head. Y/N elbowed him.
“Come on join us!” She looked up to him.
“Rather not”
“Please!”
“I don’t even know the song”
Layla then jumped into the side conversation, “Oh of course you do! You sung it to me when you were tipsy”
Marc stared at her and back to Y/N, sighing he gave in.
“Am I your fire?” He said quietly.
Layla and Y/N beamed, soon enough the three were now singing. Marc was still awkward but through half of the verse, he started to actually sing just like when he was tipsy. One would sing while the other two became background vocals. This cycle would switch around until the trio decided to just sing it together.
The song came to a close, with the three singing the last few words from the top of their lungs.
“I never wanna hear you say! I want it that way!”
As cheesy as it sounds, they had a small laugh after with realizing how they had their own little concert. Specifically in a stolen truck in the middle of the Egyptian desert.
“Jeez, didn’t know you could sing my guy” Y/N shouldered Marc.
“Don’t push it,” he rolled his eyes.
More music continued to play; some Layla and Y/N would sing, Marc would join in a bit, then there was just head bopping.
It was a good change of pace for the three, especially after going through a whole battle. Y/N though was still hurt by what her mother had told her but with the karaoke she felt happier. Probably so happy she was able to fall asleep on the seats. The symphony was now lowered for her with just the soft sounds of the engine.
Layla and Marc made small conversations but in a whisper, careful in not trying to wake up the teen. Marc would then grab a spare jacket that he had inside his bag and lay it over Y/N’s snoring body. He smiled softly but would catch Laylas smirk from the corner of the eye. Then he’d clear his throat and stare straight into road.
“I don’t want her to get a fever” he’d say, avoiding Laylas gaze.
“Marc, we’re in the desert”
“And the desert gets cold”
Marc wouldn’t say it outloud but Layla was right. Y/N had became another person that he cared about. He used to think that she was going to stay away from them the moment she found out about the DID and being an avatar. Surprisingly she didn’t, she wanted to help them. Even with how she almost died from the jackal and from Mogarts guards, she stuck by him. He was grateful, yet he was terrified. They were now at enemies territory, and she was there.
It was like a flashback hit him when he thought this. The cave. The rain. The water. Water coming in. It was rising. And he couldn’t stop it.
What if he can’t stop it for Y/N.
He breathed in and closed his eyes, trying to forget it. He wouldn’t let it happen. Opening his eyes back up, he continued to look towards the sand dunes that we’re coming into view.
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A couple of hours in, Layla began to yawn but continued to hold onto the wheel. They were now in the desert and were following only the road that was placed.
“I can drive if you want” Marc offered.
Layla shook her head, “No I can still do it,”
“You need to get some sleep in” Marc stared at her.
The two heard shuffling in the back. Marc looked back and saw Y/N squirming and then sitting up. Her eyes were still watery from the slumber and there were marks on her face from the bag she used as a pillow.
“Marc’s right, you should sleep. You don’t know what we might find at the uh…” Y/N tried to think but heard Marc whisper tomb.
“The tomb!” She snapped her fingers.
“Alright” Layla smiled and sighed, pulling over to the side.
She got out and so did Marc. He walked over to the drivers seat and before Layla could get to the passenger side, Y/N won her.
“You don’t want the back seat?” Layla asked her with a smile.
“Nah, plus I feel like you might sleep better there”
Layla nodded and went to the back and laid down. Soon she was deep asleep. Marc continued to drive and Y/N stared out to the sand that flew by.
Marc gripped the wheel trying to think of what to talk about. Thinking about what the two had gone through in the past few days, all the small bits of goodness were drowned out by the fighting. This time it wasn’t just him doing it, he had Y/N helping him. That’s when it clicked.
“How did you get those powers?” Marc looked straight ahead.
Y/N lifted her head from the window and looked to the road and then to Marc.
“Uh, it was a day after Steven, or well you guys, went missing” she hesitated, “I was coming back from buying groceries and I see this guy stumbling into an alley. So I go and check on him”
Marc looks over to her with a half-lidded eyes, telling her that what she is about to do is highly stupid.
“I know! I know! It’s dumb of me but I didn’t want this to be in the back of my mind” she raises her hands up.
Marc sighs and nods, cue to continue.
“I get closer and he is like yelling how it hurts and to stay away from him. I tell him I can call an ambulance or something but he says no. Soon after, I freak out and start backing away and the last thing he does is apologize. I swear I see his stomach glow red and then a blast of light throws me across the floor”
Y/N rubs her arm as she continues to remember back to that day.
“My ears are ringing as I open my eyes and I see that he’s gone. But the most obvious thing to me is the warm and cold feeling going through my body,” she hugs herself, “So I practically run back to the apartment and just go to sleep. Skip through you and Steven coming back and the jackal at the museum, to me I guess waking up my powers at Harrows den”
She looks over to Marc who’s wearing a shameful look.
“I’m sorry” he mumbles quietly, “If I were there you wouldn’t have to deal with them”
“Nah it’s fine. Oddly I don’t regret it, I feel badass with them” she leans back into her seat, “Plus I can be like a sidekick for you”
“A sidekick?” Marc raises a brow and Y/N nods her head rapidly. “Guess i got a lame one then” he says jokingly.
Y/N smacks him on his shoulder, “Hey! I’m serious! Imagine us, Bird Man and the Spider! Wait no we already have a hero with Spider in the name”
“Bird Man?” Marc gave a small laugh
“Well yeah, for Khonshu”
“You know Khonshu is a god for the moon and not birds right?”
Y/N widened her eyes, “Oh! Then you can be Moon Boy! No that’s not right…”
She placed a finger on her chin, trying to think up names. Marc would just listen as she spilled multiple at a time. He then saw the way the match ignited in her head.
“Moon Knight!”
Marc shook his head and smiled, “Sure, but I ain’t no hero”
“I mean you have the suit, the powers, and the mysterious background” she crossed her arms, “Anyways what’s mine?”
“Your nickname?”
“Yeah, I helped you with yours”
Marc breathed in and thought for a second, “Didn’t Khonshu call you Maggot? That’s the one”
Y/Ns face crinkled in disgust, “That’s gross!”
He laughed and looked to the night sky and to the road ahead. He thought of her powers and what they were. They looked like insect legs and the glowed red. So how to make a name for that?
“Why not add Crimson to the name?”
Y/N looked everywhere for where the voice came from. Finding Steven on the rear view mirror, she smiled.
“Yo! I can see you!” She pointed at him which he smiled at.
“I can tell. I heard you two talking about hero names and I had to join”
“We are not heroes” Marc intervened but went ignored.
“Oh! You should be Mr.Knight! You got that suit so it would make sense right?”
“Yes! It sounds sharp!”
The two continued to talk about hero names and ideas for Y/N.
“How about Crimson Spur?”
Y/N looked at Steven confused, “Spur?”
“Yeah, that’s what those little spiky things are called on insect legs”
“Why do you and Marc want to name me based of bugs?”
Steven looked at Marc confused this time.
“I said Maggot and she freaked out” Marc says nonchalant.
Steven rolled his eyes and pondered more. They would say what the powers would remind them of. Marc would continue to say spider or any kind of bug with long spiky legs. Steven would go ahead and say some scientific name which led to him having to explain what it meant.
They then stuck to the idea of squid or octopus but Y/N was not into it.
“That sounds lame”
“What’s wrong with Crimson Tentacle?”
“Steven it sounds like the title of a porn video, also squids are kinda just eh”
“How about Kraken?” Marc jumped in.
Steven and Y/N thought on it and nodded their heads.
“Guess Crimson Kraken will do, for now” Y/N turned to Layla who was sitting up.
“I see I missed your guys hero name choosing?” She stretched.
Y/N nodded, “Yup, Marc is Moon Knight, Steven is Mr.Knight, and I am the Crimson Kraken”
Layla nodded and moved closer to the front, looking straight ahead to the road. Well at this point there was no road, it was just sand.
“We can maybe stop here, I don’t think they’d follow us this far in” she placed a hand on Marc’s shoulder.
Marc nodded and parked the truck. The three got out and we’re met with the soft ground. Trying to walk on it was like trying to walk on the beach or on snow; taking one step at a time. Y/N looked up and saw how the stars were more visible and she looked at them in awe. She felt as if the purple hues would engulf her as she continued staring. That soon ended when Marc flipped the light on the trucks roof on, lighting the hood and anything near it.
Bidding the stars a farewell, she walked over to see Marc and Layla placing the pieces of constellations on the hood.
“This should be like a puzzle right?” Y/N looked at each piece to see if there was anything similar.
There wasn’t. It just looked like someone put dots on random places and called it a day. Layla grabbed one piece and then another, holding them near. That didn’t fit. She placed them down and looked to Marc who was doing the same thing. Then Y/N followed.
The three probably spent about 30 minutes in trying to figure out the map to Ammits tomb until Marc gave up.
Slamming the pieces down onto the hood, he gripped his hair frustration.
“We’re gonna be here all night trying to figure this shit out” he placed his elbows on the truck and covered his face, trying to gain himself again.
Y/N looked at the pieces again but felt her brain about to explode with seeing so many stars in one sitting. She placed them down and rubbed her eyes. As she did this, she swore she saw the same stars as she had her eyes closed.
“You think they might have a completed set online?” She grumbled.
“I don’t think the gods would want the route to the tomb of a goddess to be that accesible” Layla sighed as she leaned on the truck.
The three just stared down at the trucks hood. Just the sound of the wind moving the sand in the distance.
“…why don’t you let Steven out? He might be able to help us” Layla hesitates, “He understands this more than us three put together”
Marc thinks about it but Khonshus booming voice comes out.
“I summon the gods, you summon the worm” Khonshu kneels on the top of the truck.
Y/N looks at him and rolls her eyes, “Alright let me see you do this”
Khonshu ignored her, probably because he couldn’t do it.
“He won’t return the body”
“Marc we can’t wait. It’s okay, just let go” Layla pleads.
“She’s right Marc, like you said, this is time sensitive. We need to get to the tomb thing soon” Y/N looks at him hoping he would understand.
Marc clenched his fists and jaw, lashing out, he grabs the side mirror of the truck. He pulls it off in a fit of anger. Y/N flinches and stares at him grab the pieces of paper from the hood and walk a few feet away with the mirror.
Y/N stares back at the broken mirror and then at Layla, “Drama queen am I right?”. This earns a laugh from Layla, “Very much so”
The two look at him as he talks to his reflection, most likely Steven, and his body suddenly jolts up. His demeanor then turns into a slouched timid one. Steven now being in control again, he kneels down and starts arranging the pieces together while using tape to keep them in place.
Layla and Y/N walk closer and kneel next to him.
“Steven?” Layla calls out.
He looks up and stares into her eyes. As if he’s in a trance. Y/N clears her throat and he turns to her.
“I’m here too” she raises her hand.
“Ah right of course, I missed our time together” he says. He holds out the the pieces and explains how Egyptians used the stars and the sun to navigate their way through the desert. They both listen in, intrigued at the historical facts.
“Et voila” Steven holds up the taped pieces which are formed in a star.
“Oh shit!” Y/N looks at it marveled and so does Layla.
Steven looks at her face and smiles, “It’s uh French”. Layla laughs.
Y/N elbows Steven on the rib, “I think she knows what it is mate”.
Steven mutters an ‘oh right’.
“Anyways what now?” Y/N looks at the two.
Steven stares at the paper star and stands up, with the girls following. “Not sure but-“ he suddenly sees holes which line up into a constellation.
“We should be able to find the coordinates of that constellation, let me scan it” Layla brings out a device that looks like tablet and begins to scan it.
“Yeah but you see the problem is that, Senfu marked the tomb like 2,000 years ago…” Steven explains.
“Don’t stars move positions over time?” Y/N looks at Steven.
He nods, “So unless we know how the sky looked like on that date, we’re buggered”
“I remember that night. I remember every night” Khonshu stares off I to the desert on top of a hill.
Steven looks back at the two girls and points at him, Y/N nodding in understanding. He begins to walk up the steep hill of sand, with the two following. Layla however is still confused. She gently tugs Y/N’s arm and makes a puzzled expression.
“Oh it’s the bird god thing”, Y/N says nonchalant. Noticing Laylas expression becoming even more befuddled, she explains further.
“Bird god decided to show himself to me” she looks back at Khonshu still staring at the distance, “I wonder why…”
Shaking out of her thoughts, she gestures her head to Steven and Khonshu. The two follow up the hill, trying not to slip, well more Y/N, she wasn’t very experienced with this level of sand.
Once they get up to the top, Khonshu is nowhere to be found. Steven and Y/N look around but are only met with their shadows from the bright moon rays.
Steven calls out to him and is met again with Khonshus reverberating voice.
“I can turn back the night sky, but it comes with a cost and I can’t do it alone”
Wind chimes in instantly and Khonshu appears again next to Steven.
“Steven and Y/N, tell Marc that when the gods imprison me, to come back and set me free”
Y/N tilts her head at him, surprised that he is also trusting her. Yet she can’t continue think on it as Steven is wrapped in cloth which soon turns into his iconic suit.
“Oh damn,” Y/N exclaims with a tad bit of excitement.
“Wait what? What’s happening?” Layla asks.
“Khonshu and Steven are about to turn the night sky back to when Ammit was imprisoned” she practically jumps, wondering how that’ll look.
Layla nods and almost seems as excited as Y/N.
Steven then lifts his right hand, following Khonshus action. The sky glows brighter than it did before, showing the different tones more clearly. With the other hand the two begin to move it to the side, as if trying to move something.
Y/N looks yo to the sky and begins to see it rotate as if Steven was spinning a globe. One would get dizzy but Y/N was too starstruck to keep her eyes away. As Steven keeps moving his hand, the night begins rotate even faster to the point where the stars and the moon are shown through only a streak of white.
“This is fucking crazy” Y/N continues to stare.
The sky begins to slow down and stop at the same night sky from that day. Layla immediately bring her tablet up and begins to scan while Steven grunts trying to keep it steady.
Immediately after, Khonshu falls to his knees but continues to leave his arms raised. Unfortunately, his right arm gives up and almost becomes numb, falling to his side. So does Stevens.
Steven tries to raise it again but let’s out a noise of exhaustion, “I don’t know how long to do this”.
Looking over to Layla who is trying find the coordinates, she yells them out and Steven sighs in relief. Dropping his hands down.
Khonshu begins to disappear and Steven starts to become weak at his knees. Y/N tried to go and help him up but his body weight holds her down too.
He suddenly faints and falls numb to the ground. Layla and Y/N rush to his side and shake him.
“Hey hey! Wake up Steven! Marc?!” Layla shakes his body, pleading for one of the boys to come out and sit up.
“Shit, shit, come on guys!” Y/N begins to lightly slap their face. Trying to get a response.
Seeing that nothing is working, Layla looks at Stevens body and then to Y/N.
“Help me carry him back to the truck”
Y/N doesn’t think twice and begins to lift his legs while Layla lifts his shoulders. They both struggle but are able to lift him off the ground. Slowly they try to move down the hill but their grips gives out and drop Steven in the process. Y/N’s eyes widen and look at Layla.
“He won’t remember that” Layla waves off.
Y/N smiles and nods but then turns her head to a light that seems to come their way. She squints her eyes and tries to make out what it is, she sees it’s another truck. Realizing that they’ve been followed, she looks to Layla to tell her but can see that she already saw the sight by the face she was making.
“Help me drag him away” she says quickly, but before they can even grab him, bullets begin to fly their way. Even thought they were missing and landing on the sand, the two freaked out and fell down the hill with Steven.
The truck still in pursuit, missed them by a few feet and begin to drive around shining a light. Layla looks at truck and then turns to Y/N.
“Stay with Steven, I’ll try to stop them” she grabs the shoulders of the teen.
“Let me help!” She says loudly yet quietly.
Layla shakes her head and places a finger to her lips. She begins to run back to the truck and hides on the side and then moves to the trunk. Opening and then going in, she stays low as she hears men speaking in Arabic, saying they saw someone running.
Back with Y/N she feels her anxiety rise up as she looks at Layla being cornered. She looks to Steven who is unconscious and bites her lip.
“Uh, I think you should be fine…I’ll be right back” she races towards Layla but stops a few feet away.
Seeing how the truck begins to close in to Layla who’s hiding in their own truck, Y/N decides to bring their attention to her.
“Oye! Hijo de putas!” She waves her arms around.
The man who is sitting at the top turns to her, yelling to the driver that she was there. The truck begins to charge at her with the machine gun going off towards her.
“I forgot about the gun” she yells as she runs a different direction.
She continues to run, glancing back at the truck. Fortunately, the bullets weren’t hitting, jeez was the shooter bad. She waited for the truck to get as close as a distance. Y/N focused her energy to her right forearm. Finding the perfect chance, she suddenly turns which catches the shooter and river off guard. She then punches her arm up, causing the tentacles to rise up while holding the truck up. She then rapidly brings her arm down which causes the tentacles to slam the truck down, flattening it and hopefully making the two men unconscious.
She breathes out and smiles, walking back to Layla who stares at her with amazement. “You did fantastic!” She raises her hand up for a high five but stops when she sees that one of the men is still awake and trying to move the stuck machine gun towards the two. Layla sighs and grabs a red flare, lighting it then throwing it to the enemies truck. The vehicle instantly explodes and parts come flying.
“Now that was badass” Y/N raises her hand to Layla.
The two share a quick high-five. Layla smiles at Y/N but then furrows her brows to behind Y/N.
“What?” Y/N slowly turns and sees the figure of a man standing behind her.
Freaking out, she uses what’s left of her energy and punches whatever foe is still left from the small battle.
“Ow!”
She looks closer and sees Steven holding his nose in pain. Immediately she feels terrible and apologizes.
“I thought you were another of those bad guys!”
“We’ll im not! Jeez, you have a strong punch, I think you’ve broken my nose” Steven looks at his hand and sees there’s a blood stain.
Y/N has made Steven bleed.
And she felt terrible.
“Oh my god! I am so sorry!” Y/N runs to the truck and grabs any piece of cloth she could find and runs back to Steven. “Here!”
She moves Stevens hand and forcefully places the cloth on his nose.
“Thanks love but it’s-“
“Lean your head down! Not back cause it supposedly can drown you? I don’t know!”
She pushes Stevens head down. He chuckled and grabs her shoulder as a reassurance, “Y/N don’t worry, I don’t think your small fisted punch can kill me”
“But I never punched you nor made you bleed dude! Also a lesson to not sneak up on me”
“A very good lesson at that, but it’s alright love it just means you can fend foes!” Steven cheers.
“I guess” Y/N slumps, still feeling guilty.
“Alright I believe it is time for us to get going. Don’t worry Y/N, Steven will survive” Layla says with a hint of humor.
Y/N nods and begins to move back to the truck, this time she was left to the back seat again, while the actual adults were at the front.
From there the car ride was rather quiet aside from the music that played. There would be times that Layla and Y/N would go into a musical number but it was probably only a couple of times. However it wasn’t just them two, Steven would also join. He had more energy when he sung which made the girls happier.
Y/N thought of ways to spice up the car ride by playing a few games. Sadly, the games were reduced to ‘Truth or Dare’ and ‘Never Have I Ever’ since the other ones required more room and surroundings; in this case they only had each other, the interior of the vehicle, and of course, sand.
So there really wasn’t much to do than just lay down and sleep. Y/N would offer to drive so Layla could rest but she would turn it down. Either because she was fine or she didn’t want Y/N to mysteriously wreck the truck.
After hours passed, the sun was beginning to rise. Layla was trying to rush to the tomb before Harrow got to it by stepping on the gas.
“When we get there, I think we will need Marc. We don’t know what Harrow might do” Layla glances at Steven.
He looks like he shrinks into the seat and then looks up to the mirror to his right.
“Actually, me and Marc came into an agreement that when we no longer had Khonshu, he would give the body to me”
Y/N scooted closer to the front and placed her elbows on the seats, “He said that once the whole Harrow business was over with that he’d leave?”
“Yeah but he and I changed our minds and now it’s when Khonshu isn’t here. Which he isn’t”
Layla grips the wheel tight, “So you guys made a deal, where he would just disappear from my life. And you didn’t think I’d be made aware of that?”
Y/N leans back into her seat and hopes the leather eats her whole. The atmosphere became so awkward so quickly and she didn’t know how to get out of it. It felt like she was back at home where her parents were arguing and she was just trying to eat a slice of pizza.
Yet that wasn’t the cherry on the top.
“Oh, well hadn’t he disappeared from your life already?” Steven asks her.
Layla stays quiet for a second and nods.
Y/N is very tempted to slap Steven right now. But oh god is this tension so unbearable. She covers her face trying to hide away.
“His suit was the best feature wasn’t it? Doesn’t even have that anymore” Layla looks straight ahead, “Plus he would want to go at this alone. We’re not gonna do that”
Steven nods, “Nope, it’s just you, Y/N, me, and the open road”
Y/N just squints her eyes seeing what he’s doing. Before she could open her mouth, the truck instantly comes to a halt.
“We’re gonna have to go on foot from here” Layla opens her door and begins to climb out.
Steven nods and does the same. Y/N stares at them and looks around the truck to see what they might need. All they had were spare clothes and a few snacks. She looked to the trunk and found a small backpack. She reached over to grab it and put in the rest of the small food.
Zipping it up, she got off and saw Layla and a Steven waiting for her. She hurried her step, “Got everything, well snacks in case were hungry you know”
Layla smiled, “Perfect, I have a few tools too just in case”
They looked over to Steven who had a backpack as well, “I uh, I have a few items in here too”
They shrugged and nodded and looked to the path before them. There were two canyons that framed a path that looked narrow.
The two walked through, being enveloped by the shadows. All they could hear were crows cawing from above and the sound of a small stream going through. They came upon an arch that had the top be a large rock that snuggly fit in, leaving space to walk under. However, on top of it was a goat that looked down at them.
Y/N scoffed and gestured her head to Steven to look at it. “Will you look at that, you should take a picture of that” he smiled.
She took out her phone and tried to aim it where the sun hit the angle right. With a quick click, she showed Steven the final result and he made an ‘ooh’ sound. Layla raised a thumbs up and said how photography suited her.
“Have you thought of becoming a photographer?” Layla questioned
Y/N simply shrugged, “I don’t know, kinda? But I kinda quit on that”
“Maybe you should look into it more” Layla patted her back.
Y/N smiled and nodded.
——
After almost an hour of walking, the three stand before a large plain of sand. The wind blows across their ear as they feel the small grains of sand. They felt their skin burn from the sun rays, especially now that they were away from the shade that the canyons were providing.
Their eyes pan from the tan canvas to an area that has tents pitched up.
“That must be where the tomb is” Layla informs.
“That’s got to be Harrows guys camp there” Y/N squints trying to look closer.
“Yup, that just means we have no time to lose” Steven looks at the two.
Arriving at the camp, there were many trucks scattered around. Walking through caution, they saw there was a few camels tied down. Steven waved to one as Y/N took a selfie with them.
Walking further in, their eye catched the side of a mountain. There was a small entrance that was framed with what seemed to be sticks to make a cover. Y/N began to walk towards it but felt Layla pull her arm back gently.
“We should first look for supplies” Layla waited for a confirmation before she began to walk off.
Y/N looked around, trying to find a place to start. Steven looked too and pointed to one tent.
“Maybe we can start with that one and then work around?”
“Oh, I was planning on just going off on my own to another one” Y/N pointed to a different tent.
“Well wouldn’t it be best if we stuck together? You know, safety”
“I mean yeah but I’ll be fine on my own, and plus I got this,” she raised an arm up which she then had a black strand appear from it, “so nothing to worry”
Steven tightened his lips and thought. “Alright, just if there’s anything that seems like trouble-“
“I’ll scream for you and Layla!” Y/N yelled out as she began to walk off.
Pulling open the curtains of the tent, she looked inside making sure there wasn’t anyone inside. Stepping inside after seeing she was fine, she noticed how it was a bit cooler inside. Although there was no lights, the sun made an orange glow happen inside.
There were a few beds, not the best ones thought but Y/N felt rather envious of the thought of being able to sleep on a bed. Oh how she missed her bed. There were a few tables that had many things on top like paper and small tools. She looked at each surface; grabbing every bottle to see if there was any water or even looking at any documents if there was anything important. Nothing though.
Where would someone hide suck important things? She already looked everywhere. Not everywhere though. She looked to the beds and went down to see if there was anything underneath. The first two beds, she was only met with messed up looking shoes or just sand. However on the last one she was surprised to see a small box.
Pulling it out from under, she was glad that it had no special lock or code. Inside she found what seemed to be letters and a small golden telescope. She shrugged and took the small golden thing but then turned to the papers. Taking one in hand, she tried to read it but it was no use. The letter was in Arabic.
She looked through the rest and it was no use. Still, there was something that laid under one of the letters. Maybe it was info for the tomb but it wasn’t. It was actually different.
It was a Polaroid picture of a family. There was a man who had a beard, almost in his middle years. He held a closed mouth smile. Next to him was a woman around the same age who had long black hair. She also had a closed mouth smile but it was more warm. Infront of them were two small children, a boy and a girl. They held a great big smile, showing their teeth. Each one having a few feature from each parent.
Y/N smiled but then frowned. She kept thinking of Harrows men as just Harrows men. Yet she forgot that they each have a family and come from somewhere. They most likely had people waiting for them back home. Waiting for them to say that they helped “save the world”.
She wondered if how this man’s family was feeling. We’re they worried? We’re they proud? Do they hope for him to get back?
Suddenly she thought of her own family. We’re they worried? We’re they proud? Did they hope Y/N was coming back? Or were they maybe glad she left?
This man’s family probably couldn’t wait to see him. But how about her own family?
She felt her eyes widen when she realized how these thoughts came in. She blinked them away and held her face.
Stop thinking like that. They miss you. They miss you…right?
She immediately put the picture back and closed the box. Sliding it quickly under the bed, she got up and began walking out the tent.
Y/N walked around the camp trying to remember which tent Steven said he’d go to. It was starting to get rather hot, that she had to take off her brown jacket and tie it around her waist, leaving her in the green t-shirt.
She continued to walk through, catching glances of the camels judging her as she tried to find her friends. Fortunately, one of the tents that she opened she saw Steven with his back facing her. He was looking at his reflection from a mirror and talking to it. On it, Y/N saw how the mirror would distort from Steven talking to what seemed to be Marc.
“You’re in love with my wife?”
“I really appreciate your concern, mage. I really do. But we’ve got it from here” Steven says almost with a bit of sass.
“I swear to you Steven. If you lay one finger on her! I’ll throw us off a cliff!!”
“I’ll call you” Steven says and turns around.
Not expecting Y/N to be there, he jumps. She raises and eyebrow and smirks.
“What was going on there? I could barely hear but it sounded like something about Layla?” She tilts her head to the side.
“Jesus I didn’t know you were there…Uhm it’s nothing important. Just Marc being sensitive about me being on the reigns of the horse” He flared back to a reflection.
“Right…It’s your guys business,” she raises her hands up, “Anyways, I wanted to see if you found anything”
Steven pulls out two flashlights from his bag and shows them to Y/N, “You?”
“Just this golden telescope but uh…I still don’t know if should keep it or put it back”
“Why’s that? I say keep it as your first treasure of this mission” He smiles.
Y/N purses her lips and looks to the floor, “Yeah, I’ll keep it”
Steven looks at her confused, seeing that she looks guilty about taking the small trinket. Not knowing about the backstory it had.
“Y/N is everything alri-“
“Steven! Y/N!” Layla begins to shout from outside.
“That’s our cue” Y/N walks out of the tent and to Laylas way.
Steven sighs and follows behind. Before it was easy telling each other anything but with what has been happening with Harrow, it has become difficult. He was set on trying to finish this soon so he and Y/N could go back to living everyday lives.
Layla waits by the cave with a pair of safety belts in hand with one she is already wearing.
"What are these for?" Y/N looks down as Layla begins to help her put one of the safety belts on.
"Well it turns out," She breathes out trying to tighten one of the gears, "we will have to jump down a hole to get to the tomb"
"Wait what?!" Y/N pulls back causing Layla to loosen her grip, "I thought it was just waltzing in and the tomb being there!"
"Yeah but then that would be too easy for thieves, wouldn't it?" Steven scrunched his nose.
Y/N looks at him, then at Layla, then at the darkness of the cave.
"If you don't want to go, you don't have to. You can maybe stay here and be on guard" Layla looks into Y/Ns eyes.
"What? She can't just stay out here. What if Harrow comes?" Steven's heart almost stopped with just the thought.
"Well no offense, but she's the only one with powers left, so I think she'll be able to at least run away to safety if that were to happen"
That is true, she is the only one left with powers. Meaning what if Harrow gets to them first. Who would protect them?
"Its alright, I'll go"
"Y/N, if you are afraid to go, you don't have to-" Layla places a hand on her shoulder.
"No, it's alright. Plus I'm the only one with powers left and you guys won't have me there to protect you" She smiles.
Layla gives Y/N a grin and continues to fasten the safety belt on her. After she begins to help Steven, which is rather an awkward moment since there is tension there. A romantic tension.
"You smell like him" Layla looks at Stevens lips and then to his eyes.
Y/Ns eyes widen and she slowly begins to look away, immediately finding interest in her bag. However she sneaks in glimpses to see what is happening, which she is surprised to see Layla trying to lean in for a kiss.
Sadly, Steven moves his head away, "Marcs trying to protect you from Khonshu"
Layla backs up and looks at him dazed, "What?"
"He thinks Khonshu Wants you for his Avatar, and he won't let that happen"
Y/N sighs at the disaster, "Great to ruin the mood".
"Well I don't need protection, I need honesty" Layla grabs a glove angrily and begins to put it on. She then begins to fasten Stevens's safety belt.
Suddenly Steven grabs Laylas shoulders.
"Wait..." Y/N looks at them with a puzzled look.
Steven then goes in for a kiss. Y/N gasps loudly and stares at them with her mouth ajar.
The kiss looks rather awkward but its a whole different pace for the day. They separate and Layla looks at him with an awkward smile, "Im gonna go down first, before I belay"
Layla begins walk to the cave and into the hole.
Y/N stands up and begins to slowly clap, walking closer to Steven. "Damn Steven my boy, I thought I would be the one to get my first kiss, guess not" she laughs.
"Oh shut it...do you think I made things awkward?"
"Well...kinda? She didn't slap you so that's a good sign I think. There is bad news though" she crosses her arms.
"What?" He cocks his head to the side
"Marc won't be liking this, he might be fuming in there," she says with a British accent.
Steven opens his mouth but is met with his fist plunging into his face. Y/N looks at him with shock and then erupts in a fit of laughter.
"That's not funny" Steven rubs his nose, "I have been punched twice now"
"It is kinda but hey I apologized for the first one!" Y/N chuckles as she begins to make her way into the cave.
Down at the hole, Layla walks over to a statue that sits by an entrance. She looks down smiling at the sand and begins to draw a symbol.
“Ah shit!” Y/N yells out as she descends down to the hole. Fortunately she was able to land on her two feet but she continued to grip on the rope for dear life. Layla chuckles and walks over to her and helps her get the safety belt off.
“Not so scary was it?” She teases Y/N.
“Not really, but falls like that still freak me out you know. Like this one time, I went on this one Jurassic World ride and there was this-,” Y/N pauses and looks at Layla sheepishly, “Sorry, I was about to ramble”
“It’s fine, I’d like to hear it” Layla smiles warmly at her.
“Yeah, but probably some other time since we’re kinda on a tight schedule” Layla nods, Y/N noticing the symbol that is behind her, “What’s that?”
Layla turns and sort of jumps at what she wrote being acknowledged, “Oh, it’s a symbol for my father. He would have loved it here”
“Hmm, I like that,” Y/N turns to Layla with a smile, “I think he’d be proud that you were able to come”
Layla returns a grin and thanks her. Noticing that the atmosphere has become cheesy, Y/N clears her throat and looks back at the symbol.
“So was he into Egypt?”
“Oh he wasn’t just into it, he was obsessed. He was an archeologist and would travel around the globe to find neat things. One of the main places he’d go would be here in Egypt” Layla breaths out as she remember the fond memories of her father.
“Heh, your dad and my grandpa would have gotten along just fine then” Y/N smiles down, touching one of the statues that sat there.
“He was an archeologist too?”
“Not exactly, he was just into history of all kind. Mesoamérica would be his top one but Egyptian history came second. Man, he would talk my ear off about all the facts” Y/N begins to draw the initials of her grandfather near the area that Layla drew, “I rambled didn’t I? Sorry”
Layla shakes her head and comes by, looking at the two figures. She squeezes Y/N’s shoulder, “Both of them would be proud of us right now”.
“Yeah…”
The two shared a moment of silence just staring at the statue infront of them. Y/N never really put a thought on Laylas personal life nor even tried to ask about it. Yet, she didn’t not regret being the second to come down hole and share small moment with her.
Of course moments don’t last this long since not even a second later is there a tumbling down with a scream. It felt like things went in slow motion in those few seconds and Y/N was able to see that Steven was falling. Although it was a small fall, it still pumped an adrenaline and caused her to bring her arms out and cause tentacles to wrap around Steven before he could fall.
Steven looked surprised and looked at the tentacles as they brought him to the ground. The limbs then went back into Y/N and she stood there with a smirk.
“Told you guys would need me” Steven rolled his eyes and dusted himself off.
“Perhaps you were. Did I miss anything?”
Layla shakes her head, “Not really”
Steven nods but then sees the statue behind Layla and Y/N, “Oh how beautiful”. He walks towards it and beams with excitement, “Oh if these came to life and told me to answer a riddle, I would not hesitate”
“I think I’d shit my pants if they did” Y/N tilts hee head as she continues to examine the sculptures.
“Alright, I believe we should start heading inside before Harrow comes” Layla points to the opening.
“Right,” Steven looks at Y/N and gestures her to go first.
The three go through the entrance which leads to a narrow, triangular tunnel. They continue and notice they are lead through turns and circles which leads them to a small room. In it, there is a cube table in the center made out of sand.
Layla shines a flashlight to one opening and then to another, “It’s a maze”
“It’s a-maze-ing” Steven laughs at his own joke.
“No like, there are six paths” Layla walks around the area.
Y/N stares at him, “Good effort, maybe add a bit more cheeriness”
“Oh I apologize, I didn’t know this was going to be critiqued”
Y/N snickers and shines a light around the room, trying to find any clues. She walks over to the small table and inspects it. Nothing.
“Man I would suck in escape rooms” Y/N rubs the back of her head.
Steven mutters ‘6 points’ and begins to draw on the sand on the table. While that happens, Layla picks up a few bullet shells, “What would they be shooting at?”
Y/N shrugs, “Who knows, maybe another avatar is trying to help us”
“Aha!” Steven exclaims and points to the drawing, “This whole structure is-“
“The Eye of Horus” Y/N comes closer to the table
“Look at you, I didn’t know you had any Egyptian facts in you” Steven teases.
Y/N eyes him down, “It’s the only thing I remember from our ex-job” she then looks down to the drawing.
“Ammits final Avatar was a pharaoh” Layla stares down.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but this is like a protection thingy no?” Y/N points at the doodle.
“Yup, for the royals. I am honestly proud you know this” Steven smiles at Y/N.
Y/N feels fuzzy, smiling back at him. It felt like an actual praise and not some fake thing to encourage you.
Steven begins to explain about the Eye of Horus and what each point represents; the 6 senses. The eyebrow which are for thoughts. Pupil sight. One corner of the eye is hearing. The other is smell. Another is touch. Lastly, the long curvy line is the tongue.
“The avatar would be Ammits voice” Layla looks up at Steven.
Click! The puzzle was solved and the three began to walk through the path that would be the tongue of the eye. It was another long tunnel but at the end they were met with a big and tall room. At the center was a table and on the sides were rectangle openings with what seemed to be mummies. On the walls there were Egyptian paintings.
Layla shines her light on one of the paintings, “Oh those are Heka Priests. They would have been entombed in here to protect the pharaoh”
“What is a Heka?” Y/N shines her flashlight on the mummies by the walls.
“Sorcerers of their time. They’ve been down here for centuries,” Layla then points to the bodies, “These must be the unlucky souls that crossed their path”
“Ahahah…shit I hope these guys are dead” Y/N breaths out.
The sound of gagging catches Y/N’s attention. Steven is covering his mouth and is looking down, “Oh my god”
Y/N walks to see what he is staring at and her eyes widen, “Oh hell no, is that blood?”
The two stares down at the table which has engravings and on it is the scarlet color splattered everywhere.
Layla gets close and examines it close.
“Oh god, are those chunky meaty bits?” Steven gags.
“Oh my god dude! Don’t describe it! I just got over what I saw back at that cliff” Y/N shivers at the memory of finding ‘not’ Marc killing men left and right.
“Right I’m sorry” Steven raises a hand up to Y/N.
Y/N uses her shirts collar to cover her nose from the smell. She walks around the table and finds jars of clay with the lid being shaped as a jackal. Some of the jars however are covered in red stains.
Layla picks up one of the tools that are set on the table, covered in more fresh blood.
“Alright we should keep moving” Layla begins to walk to the other opening and stops in her tracks.
On the floor, there is a trail of blood. As if someone dragged a corpse away from the table.
“Oh nope, nope. Nah dude, do you see horror movies? This is exactly what the dumb people do; follow the trail of blood” Y/N breaths out and begins to hyperventilate.
Steven notices and places a hand on Y/Ns back, “Hey, hey, hey. It’s alright. Nothing will happen. I’ll keep you safe, yeah?”
Y/N nods and begins to control her breathing again.
Steven breaths out in relief and looks around the room. He looks up to the second floor and finds a second opening.
“Look! Should we check it out?” Steven looks to Layla who is rubbing circles on Y/N.
She nods, “Alright you go up there”
“Wait me?”
So there goes Steven, climbing a ladder to the second floor. At the top, it looks like it was an area where the Heka Priests would store some of their items and even just keep the bodies there. Since there was one on wooden table.
“All good?” Layla asks.
“Yeah, oh look here,” he looks to a wall scripture, “It says here that Ammit should be bound to an ushabti. Those statue thingies”
Steven continues to look around and begins to list the different items that are used for the rituals. Obviously, getting distracted.
“Hey Steven!” Layla whisper-yells, “Remember the opening”
Steven says an ‘oh right’ and heads away from the balcony. Y/N who is now calmer, looks worriedly and begins to walk towards the ladder.
“Hey hey, where are you going?”
“Imma go with Steven, I have a feeling something’s bound to-“
“Hey it’s this way!” Steven tells
Suddenly there are gunshots that sound from outside. The three freeze up and look to the entrance that they came from.
“Harrow” Layla looks at Steven.
“What are they shooting at?”
“I dont-“ A clicking sound then cuts off Layla.
“Hide!” Y/N whispers.
“Wait Y/-“ Steven yells but stops when he sees a shadow loom from the tunnel they walked through.
Layla runs behind the table and crouches down. Steven runs to a nearby table as well and crouches down too. Unfortunately for Y/N, she has no other hiding spot but the upward grave of those unfortunate souls.
She runs to one and cringes as she moves one of the corpses to the side, hiding beneath it. Hiding in complete darkness and dead body, she holds her breath. A man looking creature then comes in while dragging the body of a man with a vest. It looks like a man who’s in his middle years and has a short beard. Seeing a resemblance, Y/N feels her heart stop.
It was the man who was in the picture. The one with the family.
She could hear her heart beating faster by the second. In her head she’s hoping it calms down, or else that thing will come for her. Her breaths are slow yet heavy as she stares as the thing takes out a knife. She looks over to Layla who is only a feet away from the monster.
Although it was dark she could see that the man-looking thing has a dark blue skin tone. It wears a golden chest plate with a collar adorned by jewels. It wears withered cloth at the bottom with a belt holding those same jars they saw.
A gushing sound is then heard and the groans of the man. It was obvious what it was doing yet Y/N was still at lost. That was until it pulled something out of the man’s torso and placed it inside on of the jars from before. Giving her a view of the man on the table, the imagery was explicit. From his stomach to his chest he had a long cut and Y/N swore she saw some of his intestines.
She felt her eyes well up with tears, remembering the picture that was under the bed. His kids would be waiting for their dad, not knowing that he was being killed in a gruesome way.
Aside from feeling sadness, she felt disgusted. Again, movies had a way to make you think you’d be able to handle scenes like these in real life. Still, Y/N felt like throwing up. She looks at one of the paintings above and then at the creature. In the paintings, the Heka Priests wear a golden collar with blue beads and jewels on it. Y/N looks back at the thing and notices it has the same collar. Realizing that the monster is a Heka Priest, it makes more sense what they have gotten into.
“What the actual fuck” she thought.
She continues to stare at Layla who is trying to get far away from the Heka. Slowly moving her body to behind the table, Y/N worries more now that she can't see Layla.
Layla continues to crawl away, more focused on the noise she's making than her surroundings, she knocks down one of the jars.
Y/N feels like she is about to throw up her heart as she sees the Heka stop and walks around the table trying to find the cause of the noise. It begins to make a clicking noise more loudly which creeps the three out more.
It begins to get closer to the other side of the table until a creaking from above takes its attention. It looks up at where Steven is hiding and jumps on the table to try to get a better view.
Steven tries to sit still but unfortunately causes the priest to jump to the bottom of the floorboard that he stands on. Steven gasps and stands up immediately. The priest begins to climb to Steven.
Y/N peeks and sees how her friend is about to die and looks around to try to find a way to distract it. The closest thing she has is the corpse that is in her space bubble. She breathes out and gets the courage. Does she have a plan? Not really, she is just hoping a god, maybe Hathor, can come and rescue them. Which doesn't happen.
Y/N pushes the corpse down which leads to a loud thud. The priest looks down and jumps off the small balcony. He lands right in front of Y/N and looks at her. She prepares to fight but another loud sound is met. The priest looks to where the sound of a jar being smashed to the wall comes from and sees Layla standing there.
"Run!" Y/N yells out and Layla listens.
Layla runs to the opening which they weren't going to go through in the first place. Y/N comes out of the hiding spot and breaths in deeply. She looks up and sees Steven looking down.
Y/N climbs up and is met with Steven grabbing her shoulders, "What were you thinking?!"
"Hey, I saved your ass!"
"Which put you in harm's way!" Steven breathes out, "Sorry, just don't do that again you understand? "
Y/N nods and Steven lets go of her. He looks to the other opening he was talking about, "Layla is probably on the other side"
The two walk through another tunnel, this time longer than the others. It was covered in sandstone in which you can tell it was starting to fall apart due to the cracks. The only thing illuminating the way was their flashlights.
Halfway, Steven looks at Y/N and sees how her expression carries paranoia and fatigue. The two hadn't slept in their own beds for about two days now. Y/N used to always joke around or keep a positive vibe but it seemed like the past events had put a pause to that. In spite of her trying to tease him earlier today, he could tell she was trying to distract herself. Steven didn't blame her, the poor girl was only worried about attending college in a new country. Instead of worrying about exams, she was now stressing over the end of the world.
Actually, what was she trying to study?
"Hey, I have been thinking and I realized I never asked you about what you were majoring" Steven looks at her.
She raises a brow, "Why are you asking all of a sudden?"
"Well it looks like we will be walking through this path for a while so might as well make small talk," He gestures to the lit tunnel, "Also because I am interested"
"...Nursing"
"Ah, so you want to be a nurse. That sounds fun" He grins at her but she only gives a half smile.
"Yeah... it's pretty cool"
Steven's eyes drew together, "It doesn't sound like you think it is"
Y/N looks down, "It...I mean it doesn't really matter, it makes good money"
"...Shouldn't you choose something that you like?"
Y/N stays quiet and shrugs.
Now that Steven thinks about it, he noticed how she was still a bit more cheerful until that phone call from last night. That's when Y/Ns mood went down.
"...So I may not fluently speak Spanish but that phone call from last night...it didn't sound like good news"
Y/N's shoulders become tense, "It was nothing, just family stuff you know"
"Alright, if you don't want to say, I won't force you. Just know I will gladly listen if you need to let a few things out"
Y/N breathes in and thinks for a while, "...I guess it was obvious huh?"
"Very"
She smiles and hesitates, "My mom saw a video of me using my powers to fight those guys at Mogarts place"
Steven's eyes widen but doesnt say anything which Y/N takes as a sign to continue.
"She asks if I'm in a gang or something. I of course say no. She tells me how I have disappointed her and my dad. That I'm just like my siblings, a disappointment"
Steven's brows wrinkle, in anger maybe, "Did you explain to her what was actually happening?"
"Tried to but she was full-on crying. So now she wants me to immediately head back home and study close” Y/N finally looks up to Steven.
“Well I can’t stand by that of course. Who else will share the afternoon gossip with me?” He elbows her gently.
Y/N laughs, “I mean, no one else can beat me…besides I’d be bored back at America”
The two begin to make their way out of the tunnel and into a room.
“It seems that the only way to prove to her, is if you do something great. Might I add something that can defeat a bad man and make you look like the hero” he gestures to what is inside the room.
The two carefully walk in, stepping over a stream that flows into a large square in the center. Many pillars stand with more painting on them while there are a few sculptures.
“A tomb gif for a pharaoh” Steven gapes at the scene, “Oh! Look at that! There’s Thutmose II and Nefertiti”
“Wait Nefertiti!? I think shes one of the greats no?” She shines a light at each tomb.
“Yup, which means the treasure we’re looking for should be here”
“Wait wait, we’re in an Egyptian tomb…last time someone came in they died unexpectedly…dude are we going to die?”
Steven scoffs, “Probably not…I hope”
They slowly walk up to the square, stepping on stones to avoid falling into the water.
“So you kissed her”
“You heard that?” Y/N whips her head around.
“Yeah it’s just Marc”
“Ohh, he must be angry with you then”
Steven nods and looks down at his reflection on the water. “What are you gonna do? Drown us?”
“I should”
They climb up the square and lay eyes on a sarcophagus. Steven gets closer and begins to inspect it, muttering about Macedonian.
“It can’t be…” Steven stares down at the sarcophagus.
“Wait what?”
“I think we’re looking at the long lost tomb of Alexander the Great”
The tomb is what King Tuts looks like except more withered and not as bright. Except the gold being the thing making it stand out.
“Oh my god! Let me take a pic- wait is that allowed? Would I get cursed?” Y/N holds her phone to her chest.
“Us being here is probably already a no-no rule”
Steven looks down and bites his lip, “There are so many alarms telling me to not open this thing”
“You want Harrow to get to Ammit first?”
“Oh I can hear him now” Y/N looks at a nearby reflection of Marc, “Hey my guy, been long. Definitely had no part in keeping you hostage by the way”
“Yeah, missed you too”
Steven places his palms on the lid of the tomb and begins to push. Seeing him struggle, Y/N moves to his side and also begins to push the top off.
Inside, a body wrapped tightly in cloth lays there. Its arms are crossed and on it is a piece made out of gold with two circles connected by wings. By the torso, there is a golden axe with designs on the blade.
"We are definitely cursed now" Y/N breathes out
"Well if you keep saying it, you might just manifest it," Steven says in an eery tone to try to freak her out.
Y/N pauses and stares at Steven.
"You'll be fine don't worry, is the ushabti one of those things?"
Steven shakes his head, "Well if you were trying to hide it for all eternity, you wouldn't want it to be this easy to find"
Y/N snaps her fingers and points at Steven, "Wait! You know how the tongue is a symbol for voice and it's also the thing that brought us here? Wouldnt the ushabti be hidden in the mouth or something?"
"Alexander was the voice of Ammit, yes!" Steven exclaims but then slouches seeing the corpse, "Oh dear..."
It doesn't take long for Y/N to understand and looks down at the body, "That's all you buddy" she pats his back.
Steven breathes in and begins to rip the wrappings from the neck up. Alexander the Great's skull is then unveiled.
Steven then grabs the jaw ad opens it up. Seeing that there is nothing in the mouth, Steven begins to slowly put his whole arm down the body's throat.
"Thats right, get in there"
"Maybe just pretend you're touching a bowl of spaghetti?" Y/N rambles and continues to give details.
"Y/N"
"Yeah?"
"That's not really helping"
"My bad" she backs away to give him space.
Steven continues digging around until his eyes widen and pull his arm back out.
"I got it!" He holds up a small ceramic statue of a half-woman and half-crocodile.
"You got it!" Y/N yells out.
The two go in for a hug but Y/N pulls away immediately. Steven looks at her puzzled.
"We can hug when I know you don't got mummy guts on you"
Steven rolls his eyes playfully, "Wait until Layla comes-"
On cue, Layla walks into the tomb and closer to them.
"Layla!" Y/N runs up to her and hugs her, "You're okay!" but she doesn't return it.
She backs away and looks at her funny. She knows this feeling, she has learned how to sense someone's feelings. And Layla was not happy.
Layla continues to walk up to Steven, keeping a few feet of space in between.
"Can he hear me?" Layla says in a serious tone
"Alexander? I don't think so, god I hope not" He gives an awkward smile.
"What happened to my father?"
The atmosphere becomes thick and it becomes uncomfortable. Y/N looks at Steven who is as lost as her. Layla gets closer to Stevens face, "Im talking to you Marc!"
She shoves Steven and his eyes begin to flutter back. His body language becomes firm and tense.
"Y/N go look for a way out" Marcs tells her without looking at her.
To Y/N it translates to "Me and mom are about to argue, go to your room so you don't listen". She gives one last look at them and heads out to the opening that they came from.
--
Remembering that there are more of Harrow men at where they came out in from, she decided to go to the other path to maybe see a hidden passage.
"Man that was awkward" She shines the light around the tunnel trying to see if there is a sign of an exit.
She wonders if Marc is doing alright handling Layla's yelling. No judgment if he was terrified, she was too. She continues walking through the path and stops to see that it led her to a small room with more statues. One that catches her eyes is one that has the head of what looks like a Doberman and the body of a man.
"I feel like I should know your name. Know how to get out of here?"
"His name is Anubis, God of the Dead" a males voice is heard from behind.
Y/N turns and sees the elderly man who is the cause of all this. The one who ruined her first day of College and now is trying to end the world.
"Oh hell no" She begins to walk away but is stopped by two men who are pointing their guns at her.
"Let's chat, shouldn't we? I don't think we really got to know each other," he walks towards them.
"How about no? With much offense, you creep me out so..."
"You know, your grandfather was an extraordinary man"
This grabs Y/Ns attention, "How do you know him?"
"Well Ammit is connected to death, so I usually like to learn more about the ones who have passed on" he walks around Y/N, "What I learned was that he was the only company that you probably had and probably the only person who understood you"
Y/N bites the inside of her mouth as tears well up, "What about it? H-How is this relevant to-"
"To what I said to you back at Mogarts. It's obvious that you find comfort in not only Marc but in Layla too"
Y/N stares down as Harrow continues to talk.
"It makes sense now on why you continue to follow them," He gets close to Y/N, "Why not join me and not only will you make your parents proud again but I can offer you to see your grandfather"
Y/N stays quiet, thinking. Her whole life she has tried to make her parents happy. To be the one that is the star of the whole family. Aside from trying to make all the aunts, uncles, and cousins envious. What next?
She never really thought of a Plan B.
The main question is, what would Marc, Steven, and Layla think? They'd be disappointed of course.
She thought about all the things they have done.
Working with Steven was fun, probably more entertaining than hanging out with her friends back home. He was kind and actually caring, looking out for her well-being.
Marc was eventful. Although she had only known him for a day or two, he taught her how to be strong. How to fight. But most of all he stood by her side and put up with all her antics. He was rather funny and also looked out for her.
Layla was sweet. There were times when she thought Layla would yell at her. Like back at the hideout when she was too scared to use her powers. She was patient and was like an older sister to her.
"What about it Y/N?"
Harrow's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She looked up at him and he held a hand out to her. She looked at it as her breath shook. She forgot that she was scared right now. She gulped and looked into his eyes.
No one else would be able to make her feel loved, safe, and accepted like the three have.
She moved her hand to Harrows but stopped, "...Im good"
She thrust her hand at his chest, summoning a tentacle to make him fly across the room. The rest of the men started to shoot but she used her extended limbs to grab them all, crushing them.
Throwing the men away from the path she came from, she tried to run but heard a gun being loaded. She looked back and saw Harrow pointing a gun to her.
Bang! Bang!
Two gunshots.
She used her tentacles to block them. She heard metal clink on the floor and she looked down to see a bullet flattened.
"...You missed" She smiles
"You only caught one"
Y/N looks at him confused and looks down. She sees that her shirt is getting stained by a red substance. It is around her chest and notices blood oozing out as she presses her palm on it.
"What?" her breath is shaky as she looks at her bloody hand.
Looking up, she begins to run away back to the others.
Harrow stares at her as she leaves.
"Do we go after her?" One of his men ask.
He shakes his head, "Lets wait a moment, let them have a moment to say goodbye"
--
"Thats the reason we met. You just had a guilty conscious" Layla wipes tears off of her face.
"Im sorry" Marc quietly says.
The two stand there in silence before gunshots are heard from far away. The two look at each other.
"It can't be those Heka Priests" Marc looks around, worry beginning to come.
Layla shakes her head slowly and looks around, "Y/N hasn't come back"
They hear small steps, and a shadow is seen limping their way. Y/N comes out with a hand under her chest. Blood seeped through her fingers, dripping down. The color of her skin was beginning to fade.
"Marc? Layla? I think i-" She stumbled to the floor.
They ran to her, Marc catching her. He brought her away from the entrance and kneeled, placing her gently down.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" She continued to say as she choked back the tears.
"Its okay, your okay" Marc said quickly as he tried to put pressure on the wound.
"I know you told me to be careful but, but I-" Tears flowed down her face.
Layla looked through her bag trying to find bandages.
"Shh shh, I'm not angry don't worry. You just gotta hang on" He looked to Layla to see if she had anything but there was nothing.
Marc's voice broke but he continued to hold himself together. Y/N slowly began to feel her limbs going numb.
"Marc...I'm scared. I don't want to die" She cried
"You're not dying alright, I won't let that happen" He squeezed her hand.
He then began to feel her hand become loose, and he looked back at her face. Her eyes softened and the shine in her eyes disappeared. Layla covered her mouth and tears started to spring out.
Marc's eyes widened and he started to shake Y/Ns body, "Hey, Hey! Come on! Don't forget we still have that deal! We still have to figure out whos food spot is best"
Layla placed a hand on his shoulder, "Marc stop...She's gone"
Marc couldn't hold it anymore and all the tears he held in came out. He brought Y/Ns body close, the first time he hugged her but she wouldn't even know.
The only words that went through his mind were "Your fault"
More steps started to come and Marc looked at Layla, "Go! I'll hold them off"
Layla took one last look at Y/Ns body and ran to hide. Marc stood up and grabbed the golden axe from the tomb.
"Come on!" He stood in a stance as he waited.
A large group of men came out with Harrow.
"I remember the first morning that I woke up, knowing Khonshu was gone" Harrow looks up at him.
Marc looks at him with anger and hatred in his eyes, "Im going to kill you"
Harrow tilts his head and then looks at the lifeless body of Y/N, "I apologize that I killed your friend but she wasn't letting reason talk to her. Now don't make that same wrong choice"
Marc huffed, "...Okay"
One of the men slowly walked up to Marc trying to get the ushabti. However, Marc grabbed the gun and used the axe to chop the hand of the man. As he was going to continue to fight the other one who charged at him, Harrow brought his gun up and shot Marc three times.
Marc fell down, into the pool of water that surrounded the sarcophagus. Layla stared in shock, trying to cover her scream. Not only did she lose one friend but now her husband.
Harrow continued to stare down to make sure he was dead, "I can't help those who don't want to be helped"
Harrow then walked away with his men following.
Once gone, Layla came out of the shadows and pulled Marc out of the water and dragged him with Y/N.
She looked at the two and broke down crying. She placed both hands on the bodies and cried.
She was truly alone now.
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Let's ignore my almost 30 days of no update lmao
My bad thought but for real college is fucking me in the ass with the amount of work. As I type this, I have a research paper waiting for me.
Also, I hope I didn't make yall cry/sad
Also if shit dont make sense, its cuz I had writers block cockblocking me and I was trying to get to the knitty gritty. Anyways enjoy :)
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