The Runt
As Steven enjoyed his day reading up on myths of old,time passed quickly, as the sun started to set, a golden glow was cast through his flat. Steven was so absorbed in his studies he didn’t notice that night soon approached, causing a familiar face to appear.
“Why aren’t you in the suit yet, it’s past nightfall?!” Khonshu exclaimed in annoyance as he appeared. This completely caught Steven off guard, and he fell off the couch with a thud as his book clattered to the floor.
“Oh, um sorry? I-i-I was reading up on a rather interesting legend on Hathor and”, Steven started to ramble in explanation as he used the arm of the couch to pull himself off the carpet and onto his feet before Khonshu cut him off.
“Of course, I’m left with the runt tonight” Khonshu said as he held his beak in his hand in disappointment.
Steven took great offense to this, “Oi! Just because I’m not Marc or Jake, doesn’t mean I can’t fight! Don’t you forget it was all three of us that helped you take down Amet and Arthur!” Steven exclaimed indignantly as Khonshu let out a sigh of disappointment.
“Yes, I recall mortal, but that doesn’t make you as usual as the others.” Khonshu sneered at Steven.
“Well get used to it mate, the three of us agreed on a schedule and it’s my day. So, you either get me or nothing tonight, Khonshu, what’s it going to be.” Steven firmly said as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Even though very little emotion could be read on Khonshu’s skeletal face, Steven saw the reluctance in his actions, “Very well, I suppose you shall down the suit today, to protect the travelers of the night.” Khonshu waved his staff and Steven’s suit appeared around him, the familiar white three-piece suit with gold embellishments and the mask with glowing white eyes appearing on his body like a familiar second skin at this point.
Steven grinned from under the mask and walked over to the window, “Well, I suppose its high time I get cracking, Later Gators!” Steven exclaimed cheerfully before pulling himself out the window of his flat and outside into the city to serve as the fist of Khonshu. Protector of all travelers of the night.”
“I hate it when he does that.” Khonshu mumbled to himself in disappointment as he shook his skull, he was just about to leave as well, to keep an eye on Steven as he served the suit when all of a sudden, a familiar cloud of red and turquoise smoke appeared in Steven’s flat. Khonshu exclaimed in worry,
“No no no, anyone but her right now!”