03-05-2018, 06:25 PM
"...And then as if it were some tale of suspense Captain America shouted at the top of his lungs 'Avengers Assemble!'" Marc explained, his gleeful smirk from spanning the story about the mightiest heroes vanished, instantaneously. His face's merit replaced with a downpour of sorrow. Slowly Spector lowered his upper body leaning off his cot and bowed his head giving a low sigh.
"What's wrong?" Cade asked cocking an eyebrow.
Quickly Marc shoot his head up bringing his hands to his face slowly rubbing them downward. His eye's were blood shot red and sunken. He fought hard to keep the warm sensation of tears from bursting out of his brown eyes.
"I... I try so hard to do better. I try to bring good to all that I'm around. To cope with my past sins and atone with them." He said bringing both his hand slightly into the air clinching his fists tight.
"I want- need you to understand something. I am a very bad man I've killed many people and done somethings I'm not very proud of. I- I killed Captain America. I should't have but he turned evil, he was not the man he used to be. Cap was a man who could walk into a room and you would quickly come to liking him. He brought the best out of everybody. And I killed him, I took his head clean off, he was a sick joke of what he originally was. His face sunken in forming some joke of a Red Skull." Marc clasped his fingers together on top of the bridge of his nose. His eyes still fought to hold back tears. "I keep telling myself that what I did was self defense, that I was Justified, that Khonshu was right. But it all comes back to me biting as if it were some bad old dream but what do you know? You're just a kid."
Spector tilted his head peering back out the orange force field that blocked them into their cell. Quickly another lift scurried by dropping off a prisoner.
Quietly, Cade stared at the floor, absorbing the impact of Spector's words. After a moment, his shaky voice broke the tense silence.
"I know exactly what it's like. I still have nightmares about the lives I've... taken."
The boy ran his hands through his sandy hrown hair, every muscle resisting an emotional discharge. He stared at his palms, his mind's eye watching the blood they were drenched with drip onto the floor. He knew.
"Sometimes I'm afraid to sleep. I wake up in cold sweats, screaming, and I have to explain to my mom or my friends that it was just another bad dream. I mean, how do you tell them you've murdered people? That their faces visit you at night? Even when it's for a good reason, it's never right... never..."
Marc slowly brought his head to face Cade once more.
"You're afraid that because of these terrible deeds that they'll come bringing some revenge. You're afraid that your loved ones will be harmed. I never want to be loved by any one. The ones that have are already burdened by hurt and pain. My life has always been a downwards spiral to the mad house."
Marc took in a heavy breath collecting his thoughts.
"You'll go far kid."
"Thanks." It was an empty response, burdened by doubt. Cade was finding he had more in common with this Moon Knight than he expected to.
-
"I'm telling you it's a total disgrace Doctor Walter."
"And I completely understand Warden Ellis." Dr. Walter retorted following the Warden into the prison's evidence room.
"Masked vigilantes roaming the streets? What has our Empire come to? If I had my way I'd hang em in the streets." Ellis said both men stopping beside a display case holding the black and white armor of the Moon Knight. Walter stepped close to it observing the suit closely. Curiously he placed his brown hand on the chest plate his fingers feeling the crescent emblem before yanking his hand back.
"Can we question their leader and the one who caused the riot?" He asked turning back to the grizzled warden, rubbing his hands and scratching his trimmed beard in thought.
-
Marc sat on his cot in silence occasionally taking glances back and forth from Cade to the outside of the cell and then back again. He took the moment to collect himself and think. It felt great to finally talk to someone about the death of Captain America. It was a feeling he hand't felt in a while. A feeling he only had when he was with Marlene. Marc's heart ached at the thought of Marlene, it was like he hadn't seen her in a hundred maybe thousands of years. The love for her was still as fresh as that terrible day. The day Marc Spector died and the Moon Knight was born.
"It seems fair seeing as you already asked a question what is it like to be the Centurion to be the hero for you?" Spector asked turning his gaze fully at Cade.
"I don't feel like much of a hero right now-" Cade stated before being abruptly cut off.
Stormtroopers pilled into the cell snatching Marc and Cade up ripping them from their cell and shoving them onto a lift.
-
Marc sat blankly in the lounge chair he was forced into his hands gripping the chair's arms tightly. Spector's brown eyes darted in a directions scanning the room he was moved into. He could tell that this was some kind of interrogation and physic ward all together. Quietly a tall broad shouldered black skinned man with a trimmed beard wearing a tan suit with khaki pants entered the room. Placing a note book on the table in front of Marc he took his seat.
"Prisoner D667B may I ask what your name is?" The man asked folding his hands together.
Marc blinked tilting his head forward. "I am the Moon Knight and you?"
Breathing heavily through his nose giving a low sigh the man took out a pencil and started taking notes.
"I am Doctor John Walter, the prison's physic warden here. Are you or are you not the leader of the Avengers?" Walter asked looking up from his notes.
"...No, The Vision is the team's real leader."
"And where is he?"
"He's off fighting Nebula or something."
Walter took a second to jolt down some notes before looking back up.
"And exactly how long have you been... Crime fighting?"
"Years." Marc said soberly.
"Uhuh, Moon Knight I've seen the crescent emblem on your armor what does it mean?"
Marc sat up in his seat clasping his hands together kneeling forward.
"It is the mantle of Khonshu, Khonshu the traveler, Khonshu the protector, and bringer of justice. The god of vengeance and the Moon."
Walter continued to put down notes whispering to himself about multiple personalities.
"And how long have you known this Khonshu? Better yet can I speak with him?" He asked putting down his pencil starring back up at Marc.
"Why not find out for yourself?"
"What?" The doctor asked cocking an eyebrow.
Marc Jumped from his seat his eye's glowing yellow. Bringing both his hands he smashed them onto the desk. Paper's were sent flying in a cyclone blocking the man's vision. As the lose paper began to settle standing before him was no longer the man Marc Spector. Standing before Dr. Walter was a tall humanoid figure wearing an all white suit and an over sized bird skull for a head. Walter to shot his head back startled by the surprising sight.
"You mortal's are weak and puny, you all call to one thing and that is power. My dear Doctor John Walter I know your kind, you claim to know and understand things that others cannot. You claim to a weak Emperor with a weaker Empire. You say that madness is a disease but truly you don't understand. I see through your facade, so listen for I have something to tell you. There are things in this world better yet left alone, things in this world that make your Empire look as if it were only sand in the Eastern Desert."
Quickly as he appeared Khonshu slammed in the desk once more before jumping back in his seat. As if he switched in a blink of an eye Khonshu was no longer there. The moon god was replaced back with Marc. Spector flinched into his seat raising his head shouting at the top of his lungs. Still frightened Walter his eye's opened wide in horror, shot up from his seat pointing at Spector.
"Put this man on a gurney and get him out in the hallway!"
Guards burst thought the door their hands gripped tightly on a gurney as they rolled it into the room. Without wasting time the guards struggled with Marc before strapping him in. Taking turns beating at him, they rolled him into the hallway before snatching Cade up dragging him into the interrogation room.
"What's wrong?" Cade asked cocking an eyebrow.
Quickly Marc shoot his head up bringing his hands to his face slowly rubbing them downward. His eye's were blood shot red and sunken. He fought hard to keep the warm sensation of tears from bursting out of his brown eyes.
"I... I try so hard to do better. I try to bring good to all that I'm around. To cope with my past sins and atone with them." He said bringing both his hand slightly into the air clinching his fists tight.
"I want- need you to understand something. I am a very bad man I've killed many people and done somethings I'm not very proud of. I- I killed Captain America. I should't have but he turned evil, he was not the man he used to be. Cap was a man who could walk into a room and you would quickly come to liking him. He brought the best out of everybody. And I killed him, I took his head clean off, he was a sick joke of what he originally was. His face sunken in forming some joke of a Red Skull." Marc clasped his fingers together on top of the bridge of his nose. His eyes still fought to hold back tears. "I keep telling myself that what I did was self defense, that I was Justified, that Khonshu was right. But it all comes back to me biting as if it were some bad old dream but what do you know? You're just a kid."
Spector tilted his head peering back out the orange force field that blocked them into their cell. Quickly another lift scurried by dropping off a prisoner.
Quietly, Cade stared at the floor, absorbing the impact of Spector's words. After a moment, his shaky voice broke the tense silence.
"I know exactly what it's like. I still have nightmares about the lives I've... taken."
The boy ran his hands through his sandy hrown hair, every muscle resisting an emotional discharge. He stared at his palms, his mind's eye watching the blood they were drenched with drip onto the floor. He knew.
"Sometimes I'm afraid to sleep. I wake up in cold sweats, screaming, and I have to explain to my mom or my friends that it was just another bad dream. I mean, how do you tell them you've murdered people? That their faces visit you at night? Even when it's for a good reason, it's never right... never..."
Marc slowly brought his head to face Cade once more.
"You're afraid that because of these terrible deeds that they'll come bringing some revenge. You're afraid that your loved ones will be harmed. I never want to be loved by any one. The ones that have are already burdened by hurt and pain. My life has always been a downwards spiral to the mad house."
Marc took in a heavy breath collecting his thoughts.
"You'll go far kid."
"Thanks." It was an empty response, burdened by doubt. Cade was finding he had more in common with this Moon Knight than he expected to.
-
"I'm telling you it's a total disgrace Doctor Walter."
"And I completely understand Warden Ellis." Dr. Walter retorted following the Warden into the prison's evidence room.
"Masked vigilantes roaming the streets? What has our Empire come to? If I had my way I'd hang em in the streets." Ellis said both men stopping beside a display case holding the black and white armor of the Moon Knight. Walter stepped close to it observing the suit closely. Curiously he placed his brown hand on the chest plate his fingers feeling the crescent emblem before yanking his hand back.
"Can we question their leader and the one who caused the riot?" He asked turning back to the grizzled warden, rubbing his hands and scratching his trimmed beard in thought.
-
Marc sat on his cot in silence occasionally taking glances back and forth from Cade to the outside of the cell and then back again. He took the moment to collect himself and think. It felt great to finally talk to someone about the death of Captain America. It was a feeling he hand't felt in a while. A feeling he only had when he was with Marlene. Marc's heart ached at the thought of Marlene, it was like he hadn't seen her in a hundred maybe thousands of years. The love for her was still as fresh as that terrible day. The day Marc Spector died and the Moon Knight was born.
"It seems fair seeing as you already asked a question what is it like to be the Centurion to be the hero for you?" Spector asked turning his gaze fully at Cade.
"I don't feel like much of a hero right now-" Cade stated before being abruptly cut off.
Stormtroopers pilled into the cell snatching Marc and Cade up ripping them from their cell and shoving them onto a lift.
-
Marc sat blankly in the lounge chair he was forced into his hands gripping the chair's arms tightly. Spector's brown eyes darted in a directions scanning the room he was moved into. He could tell that this was some kind of interrogation and physic ward all together. Quietly a tall broad shouldered black skinned man with a trimmed beard wearing a tan suit with khaki pants entered the room. Placing a note book on the table in front of Marc he took his seat.
"Prisoner D667B may I ask what your name is?" The man asked folding his hands together.
Marc blinked tilting his head forward. "I am the Moon Knight and you?"
Breathing heavily through his nose giving a low sigh the man took out a pencil and started taking notes.
"I am Doctor John Walter, the prison's physic warden here. Are you or are you not the leader of the Avengers?" Walter asked looking up from his notes.
"...No, The Vision is the team's real leader."
"And where is he?"
"He's off fighting Nebula or something."
Walter took a second to jolt down some notes before looking back up.
"And exactly how long have you been... Crime fighting?"
"Years." Marc said soberly.
"Uhuh, Moon Knight I've seen the crescent emblem on your armor what does it mean?"
Marc sat up in his seat clasping his hands together kneeling forward.
"It is the mantle of Khonshu, Khonshu the traveler, Khonshu the protector, and bringer of justice. The god of vengeance and the Moon."
Walter continued to put down notes whispering to himself about multiple personalities.
"And how long have you known this Khonshu? Better yet can I speak with him?" He asked putting down his pencil starring back up at Marc.
"Why not find out for yourself?"
"What?" The doctor asked cocking an eyebrow.
Marc Jumped from his seat his eye's glowing yellow. Bringing both his hands he smashed them onto the desk. Paper's were sent flying in a cyclone blocking the man's vision. As the lose paper began to settle standing before him was no longer the man Marc Spector. Standing before Dr. Walter was a tall humanoid figure wearing an all white suit and an over sized bird skull for a head. Walter to shot his head back startled by the surprising sight.
"You mortal's are weak and puny, you all call to one thing and that is power. My dear Doctor John Walter I know your kind, you claim to know and understand things that others cannot. You claim to a weak Emperor with a weaker Empire. You say that madness is a disease but truly you don't understand. I see through your facade, so listen for I have something to tell you. There are things in this world better yet left alone, things in this world that make your Empire look as if it were only sand in the Eastern Desert."
Quickly as he appeared Khonshu slammed in the desk once more before jumping back in his seat. As if he switched in a blink of an eye Khonshu was no longer there. The moon god was replaced back with Marc. Spector flinched into his seat raising his head shouting at the top of his lungs. Still frightened Walter his eye's opened wide in horror, shot up from his seat pointing at Spector.
"Put this man on a gurney and get him out in the hallway!"
Guards burst thought the door their hands gripped tightly on a gurney as they rolled it into the room. Without wasting time the guards struggled with Marc before strapping him in. Taking turns beating at him, they rolled him into the hallway before snatching Cade up dragging him into the interrogation room.
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