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"Here. Bolt the door."

The trio ran into an empty room inside of the warehouse, trying to buy themselves some time to figure out an escape from Harrow and his followers. Layla and (Y/N) were the ones that made sure that the door was secure for no one to enter while Steven stayed back while catching his breath.

Once they confirmed that they were secure, Layla rushed over to the window and (Y/N) was finally able to take a look around the room they just entered. It was filled with kinds of sarcophaguses all over the room, laying on tables or standing up by themselves, some even covered by white sheets.

"Oh, my God," she heard Steven breathe out from beside her and she looked back at him. "I'm going to die in an evil magician's man cave."

(Y/N) finally noticed the look of absolute terror in his eyes and grabbed Steven by the shoulders to force him to make him look at her. "No. Hey. Listen to me. Listen to me."

Layla made her way to (Y/N)'s side after checking the window and the three of them heard the pounding on the door. "Your name is Marc. There's a suit. I've seen you use it. You bring it out."

Steven shook his head desperately. "No."

The pounding on the door kept growing louder, and Layla was forced to leave (Y/N)'s side and try to buy them some time by holding the door closed, even though the lock was already on. "Where are you? We need you to fight."

"Let me in, Steven!" He saw Marc's reflection in one artifact and his nerves were growing.

"No. I can't," Steven pleaded. "Stop, please, both of you."

"Hey, Steven — " (Y/N) tried to call for him, but he didn't budge.

"Let me in. There's no more time," Marx's voice grew louder inside his head, echoing in his ears.

"Please stop."

"Listen to me," (Y/N) kept her firm grip on his shoulders and Steven was trying so desperately to hear her voice instead of Marc's yells in his mind.

"Let me in. Let me in," Marc pleaded. "Let me in."

"Steven," (Y/N) muttered, this time more firmly and it was enough to make him lock eyes with her even though he flickered his gaze somewhere else from time to time. "It's okay. It's okay. Calm down. Breathe in."

Steven did as told and his shaky breath seemed to even out, and his hands moved away from his head before his knees gave out underneath him and caused him to fall to the ground. Y/N) spared one glance at Layla to see how she was doing with the door and then knelt in front of him. "Now, breathe out."

Steven copied her actions and he avoided meeting her eyes due to the embarrassment. All (Y/N) did was place a hand on his shoulder and encouraged him to continue the previous actions so he could breathe properly.

"You can do this. You can fight," (Y/N) encouraged him. "I know you can, Steven."

It felt weird to call him by a different name while staring at the exact same face she knew all too well, but it was a change she was willing to take. He had said it before, his name wasn't Marc Spector, and (Y/N) was already getting used to that.

"I can't. I can't," Steven mumbled. "I'm sorry. I can't. I can't do it."

The wood from the door splintered and Layla was still battling in holding it back against whatever was behind it.

"It's all right," (Y/N) whispered in a soft tone before she began to rise into her full height. "Okay. Layla and I will find another way."

Layla finally moved away from the door, sparing another glance before she turned to face (Y/N). "The windows?" Layla spotted Steven still kneeling on the floor. "Come on. We don't make much time. Let's go."

The door of the room opened widely after the large amount of pounding on it, and the creature responsible for those actions was enough to make both (Y/N) and Steven freeze in their tracks, finding the sight terrifying to watch. The creature roared and crawled its way forward, leaning its weight on the two frontal legs.

"Jackal. Jackal. Jackal!" Steven panicked.

"What jackal?" Layla frowned, not spotting anything out of the ordinary.

"Jackal. Jackal!" Steven backed away in fear, pointing towards the door where the jackal was slowly approaching him.

Before neither of the girls could react, Steven was thrown off the window by the jackal, shards of glass falling along with him as he descended with great speed towards the hard ground.

"Summon the suit!" Khonshu yelled.

"Suit!" Steven panicked as he was getting closer to the ground by every second. "Suit!"

He smacked his head against a pole and landed on the ground with his knee getting the hardest part of the impact. One hand held his weight up while the other was extended behind him, but the strangest part of all was that he wasn't wearing his usual clothes anymore. Instead, he wore a full white formal suit with a matching mask that covered all over his head, his brown eyes were now replaced by a white glow too.

Steven tried to keep his balance on his knee and desperately flapped his free arm in the air but he fell sideways to the floor after that. He quickly shuffled to his feet and stood up, breathless about what just happened. "That should have been much worse."

"Oi, Steven, what the hell are we wearing?" Marc called out for him and Steven looked back to look at Marc's reflection on the glass door.

"I don't know. She said I needed a suit," Steven tried to explain.

"Yeah, the ceremonial armor from Khonshu's temple, not psycho Colonel Sanders," Marc gestured to the suit with a voice laced with distaste.

"Well, I don't know how any of this shit works, man. I — " Steven paused to look at himself properly in the glass. "Well, I do look sharp though."

"All right, where is the scarab?" Marc sighed, trying to keep calm over the situation.

"Scarab. . .Oh, um. . ." Steven began to run his hands through the suit to find any sign of the scarab when he suddenly pulled two batons out of the back of his suit. "What's this? What are these little poles for? Pretty cool. Actually."

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Meanwhile, (Y/N) and Layla easily made it out of the warehouse by using the fire escape, no sign of Steven anywhere near them through the empty street. There were a few cars parked on the sides, but there was no people around the place.

"What do you mean you didn't see it?" (Y/N) questioned Layla after her feet touched the ground.

"I saw no sign of the jackal," Layla continued, brushing her curly hair out of her face. "When the door opened I didn't see anything."

"That's weird," (Y/N) stated. "How come I — "

Her words were cut off by Steven being crashed into a wooden door a few feet away, his form rolling on the stone covered floor before he reached out to grab the car fender and pulled it out without much effort.

The suit he wore was completely different to the one she was used to see on Marc, and she would be lying if she said she didn't like it.

"You look different," Layla offered a weak smile.

"I gotta say, I'm kind of liking the new look," (Y/N) tried to cheer up the situation. "You look great, by the way."

Steven was about to utter a response when he was knocked down forward by the jackal pushing him in the back. The jackal tugged him and raised him in the air like some sort of rag doll while Layla still wore a frown on her face due to not seeing the jackal.

Steven was thrown over a car and (Y/N) was ready to step forward since she was the only one of the two women that could see it, but Steven's eyes widened at her approaching figure. "Stay away from me!"

"Stay away from what — " Layla was thrown to the side before she could finish her sentence.

Steven was grabbed by the neck and his back was pressed against the side of a car, and (Y/N) felt useless about not knowing how to help him up. Before she could do something though, Layla reached out for a glass bottle and threw it at the jackal, finally making it slightly visible to her sight.

The fear was evident in her face and it made her slightly back away, but the jackal roared in response and held her by the neck too before making Layla's back hit the wall harshly.

Steven was also thrown back against the car from before that the strength was enough to make the car window crash. (Y/N) searched everywhere for something to hit the jackal with when she spotted an iron rod loosely free in the street. With a hint of fear in her eyes, (Y/N) raised the iron rod and pierced it through the jackal's stomach, but the creature only roared and removed the rod from his stomach without faltering.

(Y/N) tried to run to give herself time to find another way to attack but the jackal reached out to grab her by the head. A groan left her lips and Steven got up to his feet and grabbed the closest thing he could find to hit the jackal but it only ended up with him on the floor instead.

"Give me control, Steven," Marc spoke through the reflection of the car bumper. "You can't handle this."

"I think I can. Get away from them, you" Steven got up to his feet and the jackal growled and began to circle him. "Yeah, I see you, you plug-ugly coyote. You're in the wrong ends, mate. You're in my yard now."

Steven removed the coat from the suit and rolled up the sleeves as he slowly jumped back from the approaching jackal. "Yeah. Come on. Come on. That's right. Come on. Ooh, lookie here. Lookie here." Steven jumped and rolled his shoulders back while holding a fist. "Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, my name is Steven with a V."

"Oh, my God. Here you come, come on!" Steven perfectly aimed a punch to the jackal's snout and made it stagger back into the ground. "What?"

He realized what he had just done and exclaimed in victory, raising his arms in the air. "I did it! You got planted!"

If this wasn't a live or die situation right now, (Y/N) would've smiled brightly at the enthusiasm and pride in his voice.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Did you see that? Layla — "

Steven was cut off by the jackal slamming into him again, this time finally catching the eye of the civilians all around him. People on the streets dropped what they were doing and stared at Steven fight the air, since no one else could see the jackal too. Steven kept trying to free himself from the jackal's grip but he was slammed into the side of the bus before a car run over him and the jackal, making him free of the creature's claws.

Steven groaned in pain and gasped, turning back to see how the jackal was slowly regaining its consciousness too. Steven was able to pull himself up and pressed his hands against the bus window, where Marc was already looking down on him with a smirk before his eyes flickered over to (Y/N) helping Layla up to her feet.

"That was a hell of a punch back there," Marc's smirk changed into a serious look. "Look around. Someone's gonna get hurt if you don't let me help."

"All right. Do it," Steven sighed in defeat. "Take control. For now."

His eyes rolled to the back of his head and a strong force pulled his head back too, and within a few seconds, the white hood and bandages wrapped themselves around his body, a crescent moon symbol rising on his chest. The cape flew back in the air and (Y/N) was able to see it all from her spot. Marc was now in control.

The jackal growled and pushed the civilians in its path as Marc removed the crescent moon darts from his chest, the glowing eyes meeting (Y/N)'s irises for a few seconds, as if he was waiting for her instruction.

"You know what to do," she told him.

And with that, Marc jumped on the nearest car to bust himself up to the wall of a building with the jackal hot on his trails.