Khonshu is a strict disciplinarian [incomplete]
WHO: Moon Knight, Batgirl, KHONSHUUUU
WHERE: Marc's apartment. Currently trashed.
WHEN: Very late evening, February 13th.
WARNINGS: Khonshu is a scary mofo. Blood, creepy and spiked tap water.
SUMMARY: Khonshu just beat the crap out of Marc. And he's got some choice words for that Batgirl harlot when she shows her face. >:(
FORMAT: Para
When Marc finally came to, there was a gun pointed at his head.
In his bedroom, the former Avenger slowly acclimated himself two three things: One, every part of his body was sore. Two, his life hang in the very balance. Three, his life was in the hands of his own god.
That last wasn't a situation he hadn't encountered before. After the incident with the New Committee, Khonshu had once stopped a disobedient Marc's heart and brought him back to prove a point. He could be snuffed out any time his lord wanted. But this was different - Khonshu had become real, somehow. He could smash through doorframes, he could pulverise him with fists and knives. He had barely put up a fight.
And now. Now there was a desert eagle pointed at his head. An extremely unwieldy gun, especially fired one-handed. But at point blank range, it'd take his head off no problem. Washing out the taste of blood from his mouth with a gulp of saliva, Marc twisted his head to get a glimpse of his master.
"Wh--what the fuck are you--waiting for," he wheezed out between cracked ribs. It hurt to draw breath.
"Her," Khonshu replied with a skeletal grin, not moving from his spot near the bed... perfectly positioned so that he'd be the first thing that anyone stepping into the room would see. "Your little mistress. She and I have some things to discuss, before the final show." His eyes glanced down at Marc, an almost wistful look in his nightmarish gaze. "You could have had it all, Marc. Could have given me just an inch. Could have satisfied the appetite of the one who gave you everything. But you just had to throw it in my face. Don't be surprised that it's all come down to this."
"Fffuck you--" Marc breathed out, warranting a pistol whip to the side of the head. He fell heavily to the floor, and busied himself with trying to get up.
"Hush! Here she comes," the god spoke up, a gleeful grin on his face. Cassandra Cain had entered the building.
WHERE: Marc's apartment. Currently trashed.
WHEN: Very late evening, February 13th.
WARNINGS: Khonshu is a scary mofo. Blood, creepy and spiked tap water.
SUMMARY: Khonshu just beat the crap out of Marc. And he's got some choice words for that Batgirl harlot when she shows her face. >:(
FORMAT: Para
When Marc finally came to, there was a gun pointed at his head.
In his bedroom, the former Avenger slowly acclimated himself two three things: One, every part of his body was sore. Two, his life hang in the very balance. Three, his life was in the hands of his own god.
That last wasn't a situation he hadn't encountered before. After the incident with the New Committee, Khonshu had once stopped a disobedient Marc's heart and brought him back to prove a point. He could be snuffed out any time his lord wanted. But this was different - Khonshu had become real, somehow. He could smash through doorframes, he could pulverise him with fists and knives. He had barely put up a fight.
And now. Now there was a desert eagle pointed at his head. An extremely unwieldy gun, especially fired one-handed. But at point blank range, it'd take his head off no problem. Washing out the taste of blood from his mouth with a gulp of saliva, Marc twisted his head to get a glimpse of his master.
"Wh--what the fuck are you--waiting for," he wheezed out between cracked ribs. It hurt to draw breath.
"Her," Khonshu replied with a skeletal grin, not moving from his spot near the bed... perfectly positioned so that he'd be the first thing that anyone stepping into the room would see. "Your little mistress. She and I have some things to discuss, before the final show." His eyes glanced down at Marc, an almost wistful look in his nightmarish gaze. "You could have had it all, Marc. Could have given me just an inch. Could have satisfied the appetite of the one who gave you everything. But you just had to throw it in my face. Don't be surprised that it's all come down to this."
"Fffuck you--" Marc breathed out, warranting a pistol whip to the side of the head. He fell heavily to the floor, and busied himself with trying to get up.
"Hush! Here she comes," the god spoke up, a gleeful grin on his face. Cassandra Cain had entered the building.