Chapter 3
When the two found Marc in his apartment, he seemed disheveled. He was sporting sweatpants, and a wife beater, which was unusual for him. His face which was normally clean-shaven, had been growing a weeks worth of stubble.
“ whoa. Hey Marc, sit down, eh.” Dawn said, as she grabbed the arm of the pacing man, and led him to his bed.
“ I don’t need to sit. I—“
“ have you eaten anything?”
“ that doesn’t matter! We need to find Steven!”
“ Steven won’t want to come back to your body if it’s starving.” she looked to her God companion. “ can you warm up the soup in the fridge back home? I’ll give you three—“
He held out of hand in a ‘stop talking’ gesture “ you need not reward me for aiding the sick.”
With that he howled and left.
“ I’m not sick.” Marc insisted.
“ really? Because this house smells like the France pavilion at Disney World.”
He raised a brow to that comment.
“ cigarettes, Marc.”
He sighed, “ I’m stressed out, Polly.”
“ where’s Layla?”
“ doing a job for a friend of hers back in Egypt. I’m not going to trouble her with this.”
Dawn shook her head “ you know she’d want you to, right?”
“ yeah, I know.” he replied. “ I know.”
“ so why do you bring me here?”
Before he could answer, Anubis returned with a bowl of soup and handed it to Marc who downed it, as if he was stranded alone on an island.
Once he was finished, he took a breath “ I want you to make me go inside my head and find Steven. You can do that, right? You did it before.”
“Oh! Send you into that afterlife thing? I guess I can—“ Dawn remembered about Jake. If Marc goes inside his own head and find out about Jake, it would be all her fault. “ actually, uh… if Marc goes missing, it leaves the werewolf, spirits or whatever, to possess him. And, no offense, you’re a jerk when you’re possessed.”
Marc place to hand on her shoulder “Polly, you’re not going in my head, you don’t know the shit that goes on in there. It’s dangerous. I wanted you to help ME find Steven. Not you. You won’t survive inside my head.”
Dawn began to giggle “ do you listen to yourself? You sound like you should buy coloured hair dye and the new My Chemical Romance album at a local Hot Topic.”
“ I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
“ I won’t.” Dawn walked to the kitchen table and grabbed the necklace resting there, “ I’ll take the moonstone with me. Trap the bastard back inside. Anubis told me how.”
Marc looked to the God “ you know about this shit?”
Anubis shrugged “ We are entitled to hobbies, Marc Spector. Dawn, to get trapped you must touch the stone to it and chant an oath. You need to trap it in the name of the moon.”
“ in the name of the moon. Got it.” She nodded. “ anything else?”
Marc scratched the back of his neck nervously “ if you uh… if you see a kid running around in there, can you tell him I’m sorry?”
Dawn stood silently and nodded empathetically.
Anubis grabbed Dawn’s hand and faced Marc. The man hesitated when Anubis’ pointed finger touched his forehead. The God drew an Ankh on Marc’s head as if his finger was a pen with magical, glowing ink. Once drawn, Anubis took Dawn’s hand and placed her palm on the Ankh.
She vanished.