Misunderstandings

[New York, 1 hour before the incident]

"I swear! This is all a big misunderstanding I was just walking around and then I heard some noises and-"

The man in front of him slapped his hand down on the table and Steven flinched back.
"So you say you found those 3 dead kids by accident mhm? Pure coincidence.
Do you think I'm an idiot!?
Do you think my team hasn't done their work Grant?
Or should I say Marc Spector?"

Steven regarded the officer in front of him - K. Harold if he remembered correctly- with a nervous stare.
His hands were shaking, and he had to fight the urge bite his fingers (not that he could do that with his hands cuffed to a table).

"I- I'm not Marc Spector.
My name is Steven...with a V."
Technically it wasn't a lie...

'Even if it was, Steven, you don't have to tell them anything.' Marc reassurance made him instantly relax his shoulders. He was right.
He didn't have to tell them anything.
Not that they would believe him anyway.
It would be best for everyone if they just let him go but Steven knew that wouldn't be happening.

They knew of Marc and with that they had some actual crimes on him.
Marc was a mercenary after all and Jake had, more often than not, used Marc's name when going on his own little missions back when he was still unknown to the both of them.
He gulped.
If they did their job well they would find enough for the Death penalty.

"Do not worry Steven Grant.
I protect my knights with all my might should the need arise.
If you want me to assist you, all you have to do is utter the words and I will interfere."

Khonshu was standing in the room, invisible to everyone else, watching Steven with a worried glance.
How a bird skull could look worried he didn't know.
He projected a thought of thankfulness at the god and when Khonshu nodded Steven knew it had worked.
It was a relief to know that whatever happened here, he still had a God on his side.
Nothing would actually happen to him.

Didn't mean he would just stop being nervous all of a sudden.

They didn't want to draw attention to themselves so all 4 of them had decided to let Khonshu help, or switch, only when absolutely necessary.
The less the police knew about them, the better.

"Yeah well 'Steven' ,we have enough on you to get you locked up with the real bad scum of society.
So talk and maybe we can arrange some visitor hours for you, mhm?"

"I'm really not who you think I am.
I work at a museum shop, I-"

"I know who you are, scum.
You are a MURDERER!
A sick bastard who kills for money and fun!!
You are THE LOWEST OF THE LOW!"

His voice started quivering: "No- I-"

"I- I- Get a grip!
You don't have the right to try and defend yourself when this is all you do!"

Several photos of corpses were smashed down in front of him.
Some with bullet wounds (Marc), some killed with bare hands (Jake).

"You are a PLAGUE!"

He tried to hide the tremble in his hands but it quickly took over his whole body, making him shiver.

"Please stop."

His eyes started to hurt, a headache building up against his forehead.
He let out a groan.
He could feel Marc's presence protectively growing stronger.

"A danger to everyone!"

He wasn't dangerous. He was just Steven.
He just wanted to help! It was all his fault!

"P-please stop.."

Jake's presence grew stronger, lurking at the front of his mind like a wild predator ready to slaughter its prey.

"Something to get rid of."

Despite the room having no windows or open doors the wind picked up, causing the fotos to fall from the table. Khonshu took, unknown to the other human in the room, a step closer, staff as always in hand.

"No- p-please I just-"

His trembling intensified and the headache grew.
He screwed his eyes shut trying to block out the words that were thrown at him.
The pressure seemed to grow thicker with every second and at the words-

"You are a MONSTER!"

- everything just snapped.

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[New York, 45 minutes before the incident]

Jake blinked a few times, shaking his head.
It felt good to be back in control, especially if it meant he could beat up he asshole that made Steven have a breakdown bad enough he had to step in.

The officer glared at him and Jake grinned back.
The scared expression the officer suddenly had suggested it had been more of a snarl.
Good.
The bastard should be afraid.
If Jake had his way the man would already be bleeding on the floor, begging for his life like the worm he was.

'Jake, calm yourself.
He was trying to do his job, to protect the innocent.
He didn't know.'

Jake grumbled unhappily, not caring how it looked to the man in front of him.
Marc was right, sadly.
Even he wouldn't brutally murder someone for trying to save some kids from a sick serial killer.
(A serial killer he still had to find, so he could squeeze the life out of them and laugh while they slowly drifted away from the mortal plane.)

'Doesn't mean you can't punch him real hard in his smug face by accident.'

And if that wasn't an idea that Jake could get behind! Sweet.

"Listen Hagrid or whatever ya name was-"

The bastard had the nerve to frown.
"My name is K. Harold."

"Don't care darlin' boy.
I only care about ya shuttin' ya damn mouth 'cause I'm tired of hearin' ya talk.
Here's how we're goin' to do this so listen if ya wanna walk out of this shit alive claro?"

He smirked at the shocked expression on Hagrid's face, leaning back in his uncomfortable seat in satisfaction. Hagrid boy didn't look so well on his side of the room, his head gradually getting redder.
Maybe he would explode?
A man could only dream.

"Do you think this is a fucking joke?
Threatening me will do you no good Spector."

"What did I just say about the talkin' ?
Imma give ya a last chance to listen to me before I'll go bonkers on the shitshow you have goin' on here:
Let us go y dejadnos en paz oficial."
He said in a dark tone that would even give the Black Widow chills.

'It wasn't even that bad ass you drama whore.'

That's the reason I like Steven more, you ass.
It was totally bad ass.
Real movie material.

Marc let out a huff inside his mind.
'If you say so.'

"I didn't even understand the last part.
If you try threatening me do it in english."

Fuck.
This guy was seriously starting to annoy him.

"Ya understood the message bitch."
He bit back, which was apparently enough (FINALLY!) to trigger the bastard so hard that he threw a punch at Jake's face, making his nose bleed.
The man retreated his hand with a dark stare that quickly turned into horrified realization when he saw Jake looking back at him, grinning and licking the blood running down his face.

"Now ya brought it on amigo."

And with that he broke the cuffs straight off and lunged forward.

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[New York, 15 minutes before the incident]

Jake was having so much fun!
Several officers laid unconsciousness at his feet, some bleeding heavily, others already having bruises appear all over them.

After he had wrestled with asshole 1, holding him in a choke hold until he fell unconsciousness, asshole 2 and 3 had come in as reinforcement.
After he had taken them down asshole 4, 5 and 6 had come storming through the door.
It had been great practice for Jake, something small to get back in form again after being inactive for so long.

"But now to the serious stuff", he said, dusting his pants and shirt off.
Jake had standards, he wasn't a savage after all.

The "Crush their windpipes!!" from the ol' pigeon he promptly ignored as he walked through the door, exiting the interrogation room.
It was tempting suggestion but Marc had been right...they were just doing their job.
And Steven would be sad if he killed them all so....
restraint Jake.
This is not the Jedi way.

'As if you would ever join the Jedi.
You would be a Sith just out of spite so you could mess with them.'

Jake whistled out loud.
"Aww Marc. Ya know me so well."

"Who the FUCK is he talking to?!" , snapped someone in front of him.
Ah.
Right.
He was still in the police station and had just punched some of them to unconsciousness.
When no one answered him the man -Smith if his name tag was to trust- turned to him, gun pointed at his head.

"Who are you talking to?
How did you break out of the cuffs?
Surrender now!"

Jake didn't bother answering because he simply didn't feel like it.
So he used sign language.

"Did that guy just flip me of?!"

Oh yea'.
He forgot that he didn't know any sign language.
Pity.
Then he punched the Smith guy just because.
They were only 6 so it was fine, he could take them.

And take him he did.
He didn't even have to worry about getting shot because Khonshu was right there in the room, healing all his wounds the second he got them.
He would still bleed for a little so his shirt was ruined.
The fact that it scared everyone shitless made it almost worth it.

"I love my job." , he whispered when all 6 were down.
It was then that he, lost in the heat of the moment, didn't notice another armed man sneaking up behind him.
He heard a sickening crack and pain blossomed in his skull.
He was so surprised that he didn't unconsciousnessly ask Khosnhu to heal him right away.
The ol' pigeon would still do it as soon as he was dead anyway but it-

Then he fuckin' died.

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[New York, 30 seconds before the incident]

Khonshu was tired.

Why was his avatar so chaotic?
Why can't he be a good son mhm?

He was sure the other gods avatars wouldn't be giving them this much trouble...

'Ah fuck it' as Marc would say.
He loved the entertainment.

He looked over to the worm that shot Jake Lockley.
Several other worms had gathered around him and the other 6 were waking up already.

He waited a few seconds longer and sure enough they were etching closer to his fallen avatar, getting braver with every second he didn't move.

He chuckled silently.
This would be fun!

And with that he let the power of the moon flow trough him, directing it at the dead body on the ground.

Then there was chaos.