Chapter 1: The Cell
Chapter Text
Far below from where the sun shines bright and the moon glows up above, under the dirt and stone, there sits a cell. In this cell, a man lays on the floor, unconscious, with no recollection of where he is or how he got there.
Steven Grant awoke with a start. His head pounded and his body ached, as he looked around, he realized he was all alone. There was no Khonshu, no Marc, and no Jake. There was no moon, and no sun. Steven was alone and in the dark with no way of knowing where he was. The only light in the cell came from a small crack under what looked to be a reinforced metal door.
“Hello?” He yelled into the darkness. No response.
Steven felt his chest tighten as his mind caught up to his predicament. He breath came quick, his thoughts quicker.
“Marc? Jake? Khonshu?” He cried, “Come on ya silly old pigeon! I know you can hear me!”
When no response came, not even from Khonshu, Steven’s breaths picked up even more.
“No no nononono” His breathing continued to pick up, tears fell freely from his eyes as he clutched his chest, his head pounded, his lungs hurt, “Marc! Marc please! You- you promised” Steven fell forward from where he was hunched into himself, the lack of oxygen catching up to his brain.
“You promised…” he muttered before unconsciousness pulled him under once more.
Steven awoke to the squeal of an unoiled door and light pouring into his sorry excuse for a cell. His eyes refused to adjust, leaving him guessing what was going on. A voice started yelling.
“No! NO! Where’s Jake? Where’s Steven?” The voice yelled, “Where are they? You can’t do this!”
That voice, it had to be Marc’s, but Steven’s mind was still too foggy to know for sure. A thud, possibly of the man being pushed into the cell, before another squeal of the door sounded and the light disappeared. When Steven could see again, he was surprised to see Marc lying on the floor next to the door, trying to look through the small crack.
“No no no” Marc muttered, “Khonshu where are you when I need you?”
Steven tried to talk but all that came out was a scratchy cough, “M-Marc?”
Marc turned, surprised, “Steven?” His eyes lit up and a huge smile overtook his features, “Steven!”
Marc rushed over to where Steven was lying on the floor and encompassed him in a hug.
Steven pushed into the hug harder than he ever thought was possible, he didn’t care to think about why he had a body now, or where they were, all he cared about was that Marc was there. Marc, his brother, was here, and at the moment, Steven would take all the comfort he could get.
“W-What’s going on?” Steven asked after a moment of comfort, “Why do I have a separate body? Where’s Jake?”
Marc looked confused, a frown on his face as he pulled slightly away from the hug, “You mean you don’t remember?”
“Am I supposed to?”
This made Marc look even more worried, which in turn made Steven panic, “Marc- Marc, what happened? What- What’s going on?” When Marc didn’t look ready to tell him, Steven panicked even more, “Marc what’s happening? Please Marc, Marc please tell me.”
“Ok- ok,” Marc took a deep breath and set his face, “We were on a mission, do you remember that?” Steven shook his head, “Ok…ok… this is okay.” Even Marc looked slightly panicked at this.
“We went on a mission, bu-but it was a set up. Oh Steven I’m so sorry.” Marc took a shuddering breath, “I-I led us into a trap. And they were prepared.” When Marc said this, it was like the flood gates were opened, and all the words came out at once.
“They were prepared for us, they-they had done something to Khonshu, and we started fighting… but, oh god, there were so many of them, Steven,” He paused and looked at Steven as if thinking that Steven wouldn’t like him after this, “they got us, knocked us out with some sort of needle.
We- we woke up strapped to a chair in this box,” Another shuddering breath, another look, “the box- the box-it, the people turned on the box and it- oh Steven it was terrible… You started screaming and then it-it was like you were pulled out of me. It was terrible. And then Jake was pulled out the other way…” He took a breath and Steven was suddenly aware of the tears running down both of their cheeks, “I-I couldn’t hear you…the people… I heard them saying that you might be dead. Steven I thought they’d killed you. The Jake started screaming at them and the box- the box electrocuted us,” one last shuddering breath and a weak smile, “that’s all I remember… Oh Steven, I-I’m so sorry,” Marc curled in on himself, sobbing, “I’m so sorry. I should’ve fought harder. I-I shouldn’t have let them take you and Jake.”
Steven placed his hand on Marc’s back, “Marc, Marc look at me,” he waited until he had Marc’s attention before continuing, “it wasn’t your fault. Marc it wasn’t your fault. There was nothing you could do.”
“Its been days, Steven” marc spoke in a hushed tone, looking up at Steven with tears in his eyes, “I thought you were dead for-for days.”
The brothers had fallen asleep in a corner of the cell, tucked away from the things that hurt them. Steven woke slowly, his head still hurt, worse now that he had cried, but with Marc near him, he felt almost whole once again.
A squeal of the door is what woke Marc, who jumped up and pushed Steven behind him.
“Quítate de encima. Cuando ponga mis manos sobre ti... oh, te haré arrepentir,” a voice sounded.
Marc walked closer to the door just as another figure was pushed into the cell. The figure was pushed into Marc, causing them both to fall to the floor. Steven scrambled up and crawled over to where they were. Jake was laying on top of Marc, grumbling about being pushed and struggling to get off of Marc.
“Jake?” Steven half whispered.
Jake’s face lit up when he saw Steven, he rolled off Marc and encased Steven in a bear hug. He was sporting a black eye, but otherwise seemed okay.
“¡Steven? ¡Mi hermano! ¡Estás vivo!” Jake called out.
“Hey Jake, good to see you too” Marc muttered from where he still lay on the floor.
“Yeah, yeah, hi Marc, but Steven! What happened? Are you ok? They didn’t hurt you did they, mi hermano?”
Steven laughed as Jake looked him over, “Yeah yeah I’m fine, I’m fine”
“I wouldn’t call not remembering anything ‘okay’” Marc chimed in.
“You can’t remember what happened?”
“No no, I’m fine, Marc told me.”
Before Jake could respond, the squeal of the door interrupted them, two men in gas masks walked in, a man behind them pointed to Steven, who had been pushed behind both Jake and Marc, was.
“That one will do perfectly.”
Translations:
“Get off of me. When I get my hands on you...oh I'll make you regret it”
“Steven? My brother! You’re alive!”
Chapter 2: The Table
Summary:
Steven gets dragged to a medical table.
Notes:
This one is a bit darker! please stay safe!! Tw will be at the bottom!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
The two men in gas masks look at Steven, who is hidden behind Marc and Jake, and start their approach.
“No. No, you can’t take him!” Marc yelled.
“tendrán que pasar sobre mí, idiotas” Jake muttered, before pushing Marc out of the way and raising his fists to fight the masked men.
The masked men didn’t seem to have a problem with this, as one raised a taser and shot Jake square in the chest. Jake fell back and shook on the ground for a moment before he stilled. Marc gasped and hurried to Jake’s side, checking if he was okay.
Steven was frozen, he had just seen Jake, his brother, get tased by these strange men. Steven wished he could let Marc handle the men, he wished he could hide in the back of Marc’s mind with Jake, safe and sound. The men stepped over Jake and Marc to get to Steven, who was still frozen in the corner.
“M-Marc?” Steven whispered, his voice shaking slightly with fear.
Marc jumped up from Jake’s side before he was pushed onto the ground by the second man.
“No! No! Leave him alone!” Marc yelled, fighting against the man with all of his strength. The man didn’t even move, didn’t flinch as Marc hit or kicked him. The man stood there, holding Marc away from Steven.
The other man had approached Steven, who was pressed against the corner. When he got close enough, Steven punched him in the face, then doubled over in pain from his hand, which was hurting an incredible amount compared to what it feels like punching a normal person. The man’s face flung to the left, yet unlike a normal human, he didn’t move back or flinch from it, he simply turned his head back to Steven and grabbed his arm. Steven was pulled without a choice towards the door, the man had an iron grip, unrelenting and painful.
“Wait!” Steven tried shouting, “time out! Alright? Time out, guys!”
The man didn’t listen and kept pulling Steven out the door. The man who had pointed to Steven was waiting there, no mask was covering his features. He had long black hair and a slightly crooked nose, he had a pressed suit and black dress shoes.
“Somebody’s going somewhere after this, eh?” Steven quipped, trying to keep humor in the situation, the man just sneered at him before closing the door behind Steven and both guards, cutting off Marc’s cries to bring Steven back.
Steven was led to a bright room with a medical table in the middle.
“Who’s the medic?” He asked.
No response.
The guards dragged him to the table, one grabbed his wrists and flipped him onto the table. Steven gasped as his back flared with pain and the air left his lungs, the other guard grabbed his legs and forced them straight.
As soon as Steven had a bit of air back into his lungs, he began to struggle, yet just like before, the men’s grips were like iron, unmoving and painful. The guard near his legs started strapping his legs down to the table.
“Woah, woah, woah, please, let’s-let’s talk about this gentlemen,” Steven begged.
Once his legs were strapped down, the guard grabbed one of his wrists from the other guard, they both began strapping down Steven’s wrists to opposite sides of the table.
As the men walked away from the table and out a door Steven didn’t previously see, Steven started shivering, the cold of the metal table sinking through his thin, blue, long-sleeved shirt.
Eventually, the man in the suit walked in to the room.
“How’s it going mate?” Steven tried, “Any interesting plans for me?”
Instead of replying, the man walked to the other side of the room and rolled a table over next to Steven’s head. Steven managed to get a glimpse of metal before it was rolled out of his line of sight.
The man grabbed something off the table and showed Steven, who recognized it as a scalpel.
“Woah! Woah, no need to get hasty,” Steven yelled, a nervous laugh escaping from him as he tried to struggle off the table.
The man smiled before bringing the knife down on Steven’s left arm, cutting past the fabric before cutting through skin. Steven began to scream as the knife was pushed deeper and deeper into his arm. His vision began to blur as the man twisted the knife and pulled it out. Blood pooled from Steven’s arm, yet he could barely see it, his head swam from pain, and tears pooled down his face.
Steven gasped as the knife was inserted into the hole once more, this time though, it was dragged down his arm, creating a bloody gash in his arm. Steven began to shake from the pain, his breathing quickened. He looked into the man’s face through his tears and blurred vision, searching for an answer as to why he would do this, but all he saw was a sick smile on the man’s face.
Steven’s eyesight began to darken around the edges, the knife was pushed deeper into his skin, hitting the bone. Steven gasped again, the pain unbearable.
“Please…” Steven begged.
The knife plunged deeper, hitting bone again. Steven felt his strength waning. He wished Marc was here, he wished Jake was here. They would make it okay. They would make the pain go away. The knife was pulled out of his arm, right above his wrist. The table was covered in blood, Steven’s blue shirt soaked in it. The pain began to disappear, his arm felt fuzzy as he lost feeling in it.
Steven felt a tap on his face, when had he closed his eyes? The man loomed above him, a bottle of clear liquid in his hand. The man shook the bottle with an evil smile and poured the whole bottle onto Steven’s arm. Steven screamed, all the pain came back tenfold. His body shook, trying to escape the bonds. His vision began to darken, his head went limp and turned to the side as all his strength left his body. Steven opened his eyes one last time to his bloodied arm, a gash ran down his elbow to his wrist. His whole arm was red, he could see the white of bone.
The man had grabbed a sewing needle while Steven was distracted and began sewing up the gash, that same evil smile still on his face, no reason to be seen.
With his last breath, Steven muttered “Take the body, Marc. Take the body,” before drifting into unconsciousness.
Translation:
“You'll have to go through me, assholes”
Notes:
Tw:
Knives
Stabbing
Blood
Sewing needles
Lots of painHow are we feeling? I had lots of fun writing this one!! I hope you all enjoyed! And thank you to the 2 people who gave me a kudos on the last chapter!!! Also the Spanish is written using Google Translate so if get anything wrong please be sure to tell me!!!
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Also do we like this size chapter? or would it be better to be longer?
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Padawan_Trash_Panda on Chapter 1 Wed 03 Dec 2025 12:37AM UTC
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