A/n - hey lovelies! so sorry i haven't been updating.. i don't have much motivation right now but i am back! and here's a long chapter to make up for my absence <3

also.. i'm gonna make a Steve Harrington fan fiction soon (y/n will be the main character), so i'll let you guys know when i post it <3

Layla walked in front and looked around for another exit, knowing they were about to gain unwanted company. "There must be another way out." She says to the other two.

Marc quickly shrugs off his backpack and places that down as he pushes (Y/N) to where Layla was, "Okay. Go, find it. I'll hold them off."

His fiancée gives him a indiscreet look while Layla grabs her hand, tugging her along. Did the male forget she had powers? She grumbles under her breath and shakes the thoughts away.

Marc picks up the axe from Alexander's sarcophagus and holds it in his hand, ready to uses it as a weapon. "Come on!" He yells his tanut.

Just then multiple men from Arthur's army come piling in, all with armed guns which were pointed at the curly haired male with the axe.

"Just you?" The one and only Arthur says as he walks into the tombs room, his cane in hand. The golden scarab he also had landed back into his free hand, "The rest is silence. I remember the first morning I woke up knowing that Khonshu was gone. The quiet was liberating. You're a free man." He continues as he gets closer to the tense Marc, stopping just before the stairs. "And, of course, with that freedom comes choice. And right now, you have a very important decision to make."

It was quiet for a few seconds till Marc exhaled heavily, muttering a barely audible, "Okay."

Arthur stares at him then turns to one of his armed followers, making the male with the gun get closer to Marc. Gun ready to shoot if needed.

Before the armed follower could get any closer, Marc acted and swiped the gun out of his arms and used the axe to swing down, cutting the males arms off who yelled out in pain.

Marc went to kill another person next to him and then threw the axe, killing another guy who was standing in front of Arthur.

Arthur shakes his head, pulling out his gun and shot a bullet. The gunshot echoing around the room which made (Y/N) release a small whimper, placing a hand over her mouth not liking that sound. The girl currently hiding behind the sarcophagus with Layla behind her, keeping her close.

Marc had been shot. Steven had been shot. (Y/N) knew that when another gunshot when off, she knew when there was a loud splash of a body falling into the water.

And the reality of it made tears start to fall like waves down her cheeks, trying to keep her sobs small as she shut her eyes and held onto Layla's hand.

Everything around her went quiet, deaf to her ears as gief stole her breath away. The last thing she heard before her vision turned white was Arthur's haunting words.

"I can't save anyone who won't save themselves." 

~

In a unfamiliar place, where the rooms were white and full of patient's and staff, Marc's eyes flutter open to the unfamiliar place.

His vision started to come back to him as he blinked slowly. Himself feeling incredibly dizzy and drowsy for some unknown reason as he stared at the glass walls reflection. Also noticing the fish that was there, looking similar to Gus.

"Right, you man. Brakes are on. Your favourite spot." A older male came into view, smiling at Marc and left the poor confused male alone.

"N-39, N-39." The bingo hosts voice called out in the background.

Another voice came through this time, however it was familair to the male. "I changed the movie, okay?" Layla's figure stood in front of him, confusing him more.

"Huh?" Marc mumbled, barely registering what was happening. Seeing Layla made his thoughts drift to (Y/N), his beautiful girl he left behind after his death.

The thought of her hurt made the male wake up a bit more, his worries laying with (Y/N) right now as he couldn't see her, nor did he know where she was.

"It's been five times this week. It's a lot right." Layla's words snapped Marc out of his troubling thoughts, looking up and watching as his friend placed a photo of his (H/C) haired girl on the board with other pictures.

The male makes a noise at her which gains her attention. She turns around, with a marshmallow in her mouth, a worried expression shown. "Did I startle you? Oh, no. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"1-2. 1-2. 1-2, anyone?" The bingo host calls out again, making Layla turn to the direction.

"Look at that." She picks up his bingo card, "You won. We won." She smiles at Marc and then holds up the bingo card, "I won."

"We have a winner." The bingo host announces.

The curly haired girl shuffles over to Marc, bending down slightly to his position. "I'll share it with you this time. I swear." She whispers and walks away over to the bingo area.

The male turns his attention to his reflection, hoping to see the other male he shared his life with. "Steven?" He muttered under his breath and didn't receive an answer, triggering his panic to rise up.

"Steven?" He questioned louder and tried getting out of his wheelchair, for him to only face plant on the ground, his leg chained to the chair making the male stop.

He groans in pain from the hit, his hand dropping something in the process as the same guy from before comes up and helps him sit up. "You're all right. Come on. Come on." He sits the confused male in his wheelchair, "There you go. All right."

"Marc, you can't keep doing this." He tells him gently and pats his shoulder as the said male's attention was on the object that was dropped on the ground.

A figuring of Marc's suit... and also being a figuring of (Y/N)'s suit, though it had something else on it. Something he couldn't see as he blinked once, blinked twice and suddenly he was in another room, away from where he was previously.

"I know that you're having a great deal of difficulty being able to differentiate between what's real and what's in your head. I hope you don't mind but I took the liberty of borrowing the film you brought." A very, very familiar voice talks to the drowsy Marc. The voice belonging to Arthur Harrow, however it looked like him, but exactly wasn't him.

He chuckles, showing the film on the table. "It was fun to see that my old VHS player still worked. How many times would you say you've seen that movie, hmm? Approximately?"

Marc's vision was still blurry as he looked in front of him, trying to see who was talking and what was happening. "Hmm?"

Dr. Harrow takes a sip from his coffee mug, "I liked the villain. "No tree can ascend to the light of heaven if it doesn't descend to the depths of hell." He quotes this in a deeper voice, trying to mimic the line from the movie.

"That's a good line. Yeah. The plot makes a real meal out of a lunar god. And didn't you say that you worked for one?" The doctor questions as Marc's vision slowly starts to come back again, him now seeing a little bit of a painting on the wall.

"What do you make out of that similarity? I mean, given the production value of that film," He chuckles mid sentence, "I can't imagine that too many other people have seen it. What do you think? Is that a coincidence?" He asked.

Marc looks around lost, "I don't... I think..." He breathes out weakly.

"What?" Harrow asked again, prompting the other male to keep talking.

"I think someone..." Marc continues trying to speak.

"I know. I'm sorry about that." The older man apologises, knowing what he was on about. "But remember, you're only sedated because of your own behaviour. And the effects will wear off soon." He reassures his case.

"Marc, we don't live in a material world. We live in a psychic world." He taps with his pen against his head, "Right? And we're only able to make indirect inferences about the nature of reality. Like, take, for example, this pen, right?" He holds up the pen for Marc to see, "To me, this is a writing utensil. Right? To my dog, it's a chew toy. Both are accurate. Right? It's just a question of context and perspective."

Marc glances around the Doctors table, seeing a white cane near the edge of it. And this rings a bell inside his brain.

"And all I'm asking of you is an honest assessment of your situation." Harrow finishes as he drinks from his cup of coffee.

Marc continues to look around, his left thumb subconsciously slowly moved to his left fourth finger, his body trying to find something as he rubs the skin there. This sets another bell off in his head, remembering there was supposed to be a jewelry on that finger. A piece that was meant to show his bond with (Y/N).

"Everything remind me... everything reminds me.." He tries to talk again, coming out as a mumble while he moves his right arm up, seeing a fly on his hand.

"Reminds you of what?" Doctor. Harrow asked, hands in his lap. "Hmm? Of your past? Of Steven?"

Marc looked up slowly, a confused expression shown. "You know Steven?"

The Doctor nods his head, "Of course I know Steven. But, Marc, I wanna talk to you right now. And I have noticed, all right, in our sessions, a pattern developing. Every time I ask you direct questions, you are triggered, you are overwhelmed, and that's normal, all right? Many of us, when asked to look into our innermost experiences, into the nucleus of our personality, we close our eyes. It's understandable." He explains.

Marc wasn't listening at all as he was focusing around the room, seeing many triggering things that jolted his memory back.

Harrow leant forward, saying very similar words Marc heard before he breathed his last breath.

"I can't help you If you don't help yourself."

A shock horror expression washed over Marc's face, "You shot me." He blurted.

Arthur just tilts his head, not understanding. 

"You shot me." He repeats again, this time stronger as the side effects of the needle he was giving was starting to wear off.

"Marc? Marc?" Harrow calls, seeing the male becoming agitated and glancing behind him at the door. "Hey. Hey now. If we can't calmly sit here-"

Before he could finish, Marc shot up out from his chair and fell to the ground. His body still working against him because of the sedation he was giving.

"-And take inventory of your feelings.. Marc." The doctor says in alarm, watching the male struggle to get up from the floor. "Marc, listen. I know.."

"No. You stay away from me!" He yells out and wobbles off from the ground, walking a few steps then falls back down onto the cold foor.

"I too have suffered from mental illness, breaks in psychic awareness, manic episodes, followed by depression. I know what you're feeling." Arthur explains as he gets closer to Marc who successfully made it to the door, trying to open it.

"Unlock the door." Marc exclaims, tugging on the door handle.

"You can be healed."

Marc then proceeded to use his elbow to break the glass, trying to open it from outside with his hand.

"Marc, please.." Harrow tries to calm him down, showing he means no harm which didn't help the terrified male at all.

"Stay away from me!" The curly haired male yells again and opens the door, for him to only get stopped by two other workers who forcefully pulled him back into the room.

"All right. Be gentle with him. Don't hurt him. All right?" Arthur tells them as he watches them manhandle his patient with rough hands.

Marc then elbows one of the guys in the lower region, making him groan in pain and let go. He then goes to bite the other ones hand, making him to scream out in pain, letting go of him.

He doesn't look back and sprints out of the room, running down the unknown white hallways. He came to a harsh stop at a corner, seeing the lights swinging back and forth from the ceiling, as well as a tables and supplies rolling sideways.

He shakes his head, his curls bouncing and starts to run down the hallway again. He reaches a door and opens it, quickly going inside and shuts it closed, just as footsteps are heard running past where he was.

A sudden muffled thudding noise in the room caught Marc's attention. The male frowned weirdly seeing a sarcophagus in the middle of the room, continuing to hear the thuds and seeing the top moving.

"Let me out!" A man's voice yelled, the voice being muffled. "Let me out! Please! Please, someone let me out!"

Marc makes his way over, being cautious as he pushed the top off of the sarcophagus, to reveal a very shaking up Steven Grant.

The british male breathes heavily as he scrambles out of the container, yelping loudly as he was finally out of the darkness.

Marc was frozen in shock seeing him here with him, he couldn't believe this was happening. "Steven?"

A familiar expression comes across Steven's face, the male realising who was in front of him. "Marc?" He questioned in disbelief.

"Steven." Utter relief filled the other male's voice as they met in the middle for a long overdue hug, arms wrapped around each other like a lifeline.

"Marc." Steven exclaimed, hugging the male back tightly and chuckled breathlessly not believing this was actually happening.

He pulled back and looked Marc up and down, seeing a literal twin of himself. And in that moment, he knew that if (Y/N) was here, she would surely love seeing them both in different but same bodies.

"How is this possible?" The british male asked, gesturing with his hands to his other half.

"I don't know." Marc shakes his head and then points a finger at Steven, asking. "What's the last thing that you remember?"

"Harrow shot us." Steven answers, remembering the events.

"Yes!" Marc exclaims as someone else finally understood what happened. "Yes. Exactly. Exactly. All right." He moves to the door, wanting to get out of here and find his lost fiancé also, "We gotta get out of here and find (Y/N). Follow me. Come on." He instructs the confused male still in the room.

Steven immediately followed hearing his best friends name, wanting to hold, be with her now more than ever.

Marc beckons the other male with his hand to follow him, the two of them now slowly creeping down the hallway with (Y/N)'s fiancé out in front.

The two of them come to a harsh stop, both sharing a look as they both felt a familiar presences of their (H/C) haired girl. The two males turn to a room that was in between Steven's and someone else's, seeing another familiar thing about the girl. Her white glowing when she used her power was shining through the edges of the door.

"You think it's her?" Marc asked quietly to his friend, even though he already had a strong feeling it was which made his heart start beating faster.

Steven nodded confidently, as he moved closer to the closed door. "It's her alright."

Marc inhaled heavily then sighed to himself knowing who (Y/N) would prefer to see right now. "Open the door." He hoarsely lets out, trying to keep his emotions at bay.

Steven threw him a lost glance but nevertheless agreed, the male more than happy to see his best friend first.

He went to place his hand on the handle and open the door slowly, seeing the same white glow but brighter inside. The british male made his way inside, leaving Marc outside with a heavy heart.

Steven glanced around the room, trying to find the girl they were looking for and audibly gasped seeing his best friend on a bed in the middle of the room. Her body glowing white as her eyes were shut closed, most likely unconscious.

"Oh my, god." He mumbles worriedly as he moved hurriedly across the room and went up to her body, more directly near her face.

He glanced down at her and brushed some hair off her forehead, letting his touch linger. And despite the current situation they were all in, Steven thought that (Y/N) never looked so peaceful, so beautiful sleeping.

"(Y/N), darling.. hey." Steven whispered softly and cupped her face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs across her cheeks as he saw that the white glow started dying down. "Come back to me."

The (H/C) haired girl's eyelashes fluttered at his touch, her eyes slowly opening up as she groaned from being woken up.

She blinked a few times, her vision coming back to her and once it did, there she saw was a lovingly smiling Steven staring down at her, his eyes comforting and reassuring.

"S-Steven?" She asked in a small, unsure voice, not knowing if this was real or not as she remembers him, them getting shot. Tears are brought to her eyes just thinking about the truth.

He smiles bigger hearing her voice and wipes away the tears threatening to fall from her eyes with his thumbs, "Hey, m'love."

A sob wracks (Y/N)'s body realising that her best friend, her british beloved was alive and here with her. "Steven-" She chokes back another noise and wastes not time in throwing her arms around his back and nuzzles her face into the crook of his neck, wetting his warm skin with her tears.

"You're alive, you're alive-" She blabbers through her tears, her knuckles scrunching up his shirt material tightly as she shuts her eyes momentarily.

Steven presses soft kisses to her hair and onto the side of her head, pulling her as close as possible to his chest. His arms wrapped around her in a secure hug, "I'm here, It's okay.." He cooed against her ear, hearing (Y/N)'s small sobs which made tears appear in his eyes.

After a few more seconds, he then pulled back from the hug, which made the girl make a protest noise, trying to pull him back into an embrace.

Steven chuckled cutely at this and grinned gently at her as he moved both of his hands up to her cheeks again, cupping them in his palms and brushed the left-over tears away. "We've gotta go, love." He whispers in a caressing maner. 

(Y/N) leant into his touch, his long sleeved shirt tickling her cheek. She sighed in content at the feeling of his warmth on her skin, something she thought she'd never get to feel again. "Alright, let's go then." She says determined as her best friend nods.

With one last caress on her cheeks, Steven helped his best friend off the table and led the confused girl outside to where Marc was currently waiting, keeping watch for the workers.

"I've got her, time to go." Steven tells the male in front of him as (Y/N) stands behind him, unaware of them both being in different bodies.

The (H/C) haired girl looked at Steven's back confused, who the hell is he talking to? She thought in her head and decided to step out from behind her best friends tall figure. Her eyes scan the unfamiliar place, not remembering how she got here at all.

(Y/N) audible gasps and her hearts skips a beat when she lands on the figure who was watching her with intense, but vulnerable eyes. Wanting for her to react, wanting for any emotion from her.

"Marc?" She asked in a wavery voice, placing a hand over her mouth as she carefully took steps towards her fiancé.

"(Y/N)." His voice comes out as a low whisper, eyes searching her face for emotions that he expected to see; hate, anger and loathing. However, he got the opposite.

Her face brightened up into a wobble smile, reaching out and brushed the loose curls off his forehead. "I'm glad you're okay.." She said to him softly, eyes shining with comfort, despite her lingering feeling of heartbreak.

Marc's eyelashes fluttered at her touch and a small cry gets stuck in his throat. The male feeling so relieved that she didn't despise him, at least not yet.

Steven's cough broke the pair apart, making them both turn to him. He ignored Marc's harsh stare from interrupting them and focused on (Y/N), "We best be moving now, (Y/N/N)."

She nodded back at him and then turned to Marc, "You know where to go from here?"

Marc clicked his tongue and gestured with his head in front of the group, "Yeah, just stick close."

The trio were now all following Marc close behind, with (Y/N) in the back so the boys could protect her. As they were walking carefully down the hallway, her eyes kept going back and forth between the figures of her boys backs, still not believing this entire place - them being in two, not one body was actually real.

She rubs the back of her neck, feeling a weird feeling bubbling inside her lower stomach just thinking about these attractive males being in two bodies. She grumbles under her breath and shakes these thoughts away, focusing on the issues at hand.

Another thudding sound from the room next to (Y/N)'s makes the trio stop, them all glancing inside seeing another sarcophaguses rattling around. 

The (H/C) haired girl tilts her head, eyebrows furrowed seeing another one of these things. For some reason.. the girl felt herself drawn to it, her brain telling her to open it.

However, a trembling but warm hand intertwined with her own one, knocking her out of this trance.

She looked up and saw Steven glancing down her at with concern in his dark eyes, "This way.." He trailed off in a quiet voice and pulled her along gently, following behind Marc as (Y/N) gave one last curious look at the room and turned back around, walking with Steven.

They all come to a big stop, when they heard thudding footsteps, coming from the other side of the door.

(Y/N) was in the middle of the two males with Steven's hand tightly wrapped around hers, waiting for whatever figure was behind the door to appear.

Just then, the doors swing open to reveal a massive hippopotamus. The animal being the goddess, Taweret.

The trio all straightened up seeing this, their breaths getting caught in their throats seeing the walking hippo. The embrace on (Y/N)'s hand getting tighter as she felt another arm slide around her waist.

It was quiet for a couple of seconds, everyone frozen in shock from what they were seeing.

Taweret's ears twitched as well as her nose and then a friendly smile appeared on face, "Hi." She greetly sweetly and raised a hand up in greeting.

(Y/N), Steven and Marc all screamed.