Jake with a K
Steven having the body for so long, it had convinced the altar he was the original but woke up in places he had no business to be at. He had discovered reflections of himself staring back to terrorize him, to get steven to stop being fucking nosy. Waking up in a cold sweat after seeing the skull of a hawk flash and echo in his head, hearing voices not his own speaking and shouting, screaming. The put up with the nightmares was too much, too real…
No recalls of making dates or solving the rubix cube, his insomnia wasn’t better in the mix of anxiety, staying upon hours of losing himself to ancient history, deities, trinkets, punishments, sacrifices… Steven would sleep when his body couldn’t keep up, barricading the door, sprinkling a sand barrier and had to chain himself in case would sleep walk, the bed comforted his worn body in blankets and the audio playing, it all seemed not enough the next morning.
Learning that he could have a doppelganger out there, to all of a sudden have a creepy guy with long hair asking you where the scarab is and to join his judgy cult. A beautiful lady coming at him with divorce papers and ‘not buying his act’ and calling him ‘marc’. Egyptian gods fiddling with the sky, growing in titan size and fighting, getting killed and to wake up in a sarcophagus at a ward, depths of Marc’s past he shouldn’t remember, knowing his mom is now dead, not being in the same body, thrown overboard, dying again… All that to take in, it makes you have a scourging headache.
After coming back to life Marc and Steven are on good terms, knowing to switch automatically depending on the situation. Now, they learned Marc could possibly have another alter, it would explain the blackouts if neither Marc or Steven are in control. He’s more protective than Steven could ever be, he won’t hesitate to kill or let alone show blood. Jake, the more callous side of Marc, the one the dead god favors the most.
A smile of charm and wickedness, that makes Cheshire Cat look innocent. Catching Jake doing something out normal wasn’t uncommon, you would see him do one thing and you’re chatting with him then end up at a party the next, never remembering or seeing him again (or possibly dead too).
Being the avatar of an Ancient Egypt god who would often spark an attitude of a mischievous man-child if there was no blood shed. Jake never wanted to break the deal with Khonshu, he had given him a purpose that was more fun than any hardcore nightclubs could do, even a small kill isn’t enough, and he wasn’t going to let two unstable weasels take it away. He had to feed the urges, to smell the smoking gun run with the cuban cigars, squeezing one’s neck till their cries and pleads were choked out then he left.
Being in New York was home but going international was good for businesses after all.
“Protecting travelers of the night, and to punish those who’ve already done harm…”
The contract wasn’t filled, khonshu was still here but Marc never seemed to care to free him nor did steven.
Marc, Steven, they tried to talk about this with lyla, now ex-wife, since she had witnessed it in person and was (somewhat) close enough to see it. She wasn’t giving much details that marc had hoped for which not only frustrated him but pushed layla “So you’re telling me nothing changed? My suit was the same? Did I even speak?”
Layla groaned in fustration, wondering how to put ‘I don’t know, I didn’t hear or see anything different’ could be put into one word, they’ve been sitting here for just 36 minutes and it feels longer than that. Blowing a curl away from her face and arms on the table with in a prayer, she took a heavy inhale and slow exhale, choosing her words carefully this time. Eyebrows knitted, eyes narrows to look dead at him.
“Look Marc I do not know how to put this to you, you just… with harrow’s cane on your chest and all of a sudden, something snapped in you-! You were able to get him off of you so-so fast! You punched him repeatedly, again and again and.. And took his cane to hit his head and that’s when you suddenly, you yourself switched”
She was pretty much done, she felt if marc didn’t belive her which is one of the (many) reasons why their marrige never worked out (besides putting marc in his place). Her legs and ass were starting to swell from how long she had sat down. But Marc wanted to push more out of her, he looked over to the refelection in the fishtank, it was steven, he stared at marc and marc stared back… They feel another party in the room. Just can’t show up just yet… for now.
Marc nods as he now talks with Steven. Layla watches, confused… Marc turned to her “Steven thinks that this alter is a protector of some sort… and only comes out when we are in full danger or brink of death”
Layla processed then gestured her hand for him to add more, Marc eyes the tank through the corner of his eyes “and it’s going to be difficult to bring him out but we can figure this out”
“Can I help…?” She asks, half expecting a no “You know just in case”
“No, I don’t want you to get hurt and I can handle it”
If Layla had a dollar for every ‘I can handle it’ that lead to nothing but disasters and hell, she would have a nice freaking house to live in. Layla scoffed at the comment and went to turn on the lights, windows weren’t providing any brightness.
Two adults in the room, both toned in skin and muscle, dressed of similar colors, black (collar) shirt, gray pants. They stare, glanced at each other, giving a small smile then a smirk… Something changed with lyla, sparking an idea: get jake out. Each step gets heavier ,white Marc’s knuckles became… Layla had a plan, Marc wasn’t in on it. She gets closer, narrowedly eyed her hands that reach for something, then again never got his eyes off her smile that had something to it, a swung kick to the side of his head that leaves him on the floor.
Why the suddent switch up? Marc was at alert but his sneses were dazed fucking useless at this point. His arms support in the rush to get up but pushed back down with his head slammed back to the floor making a sudden groan. Marc rolled with an arm to off balance her, a loud thud as he got up to be above her, again a careful pistol whip to the side of his head knocked him cold. Silence remains when marc flopped, panic grew as Layla was quick to react of what she had done then she had stepped in closer to him, his arm flinches. Phew! Thank the gods!! A sharp inhale with his slowly rising body, ‘marc(?)’ rubbed his bleeding head, eyes quick to look at Layla.
Layla looked back at the new personality possesing the body, she stapled herself to the floor.
“You aye?” They spoke for the first time, another accent, possibly spainish? Cuban… thats not the focus. They step closer as the air becomes thicker with a breath of fog leaving her lips, the gaze staring into layla seemed threating. The cold rises from to toe to head, fear creeping up her legs, slithering and squeezing her lungs.
“Jake…?” Layla squeaked in her ‘last breath’
A righteous smile spreads, seeming eerie to the bone that made her freeze in her place “Bingo” Jake chuckled. He backed her up to the table in which she just realized what had happened, she couldn’t help feel uneasy in the presence of Jake, the sudden coldness, to feel weak and useless with her mind racing and Jake reading her next move and knowing damn well he can stop that.
“Ahh mi princesa… que pasa contigo? Estas entimida para tu? (Ahh my princess… whats with you? Is it intimidating for you?)” Jake cooed to her ear, sneakishly swiping the gun from her hand. Layla seemed to hold herself together but couldn’t stand frozen forever, his change of voice was sultry and mind-melting, the tone you were going to take to partners to bed and knock their brain up, Layla had the courage to speak up with the little pride she had left.
She was shitting bullets now that Jake had a gun aimed her bottom jaw to speak her truth “No… no… I just wanted to see if you were real…” Her shaking hands wanting to lower the gun but her hair was roughly pulled to expose more of her neck and press the nose of the gun to her voice neck.
“Real enough for you yet Layla? Does this seem like a dream to you?”