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Posted by Moon Knight
on 1/13/2009, 7:36 am
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Now Marc Specter endlessly scours the night, searching for evil. His body and very identity shattered from his service to Khonshu, who controls his life...and just may bring about his death.
Marlene watched Marc’s chest rise and fall with each labored breath he took. She brought her hand away from his and wiped the tear that had been welling up in her eye away. Her mouth cracked into a slight smile as she did this. “I’ve been crying for so long Marc I’m surprised I have any left.”
She squeezed his hand and watched the monitors still seeing no change. She couldn’t even begin to think about how many times she had done this over the last few weeks. “Don’t give up on me Marc and I won’t give up on you.”
A figure stepped out of the darkness behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “You really should get some rest. Its not doing you any good doting over him like this.”
Marlene grasped Steve’s hand and held it on her shoulder.
“His wounds were grave but he is recovering no matter how much it doesn’t look like it.” Steve squeezed before removing his hand. “Not many other men would have survived a wound like that.”
“Yeah that’s my Marc…” Marlene smiled. “too crazy to know when he should be dead.”
Steve didn’t contradict her now was the time or the place. “Come on let me get you some coffee.” He helps her to her feet and offers his arm as they leave.
“HA! Too crazy to die!” The disfigured specter of Frenchie pokes his head out from behind the bank of monitors. “You hear that even she agrees with me. Course we didn’t hear the ol’ Captain arguing with her on that either now did we?”
“Man oh man I was beginning to think I wasn’t ever going to get alone time with you Markie Marc.” Frenchie wanders around flicking the cords and tubes that ran from Marc and into the monitors. “You don’t need all this. You know that right?”
The monitor that registered his heart rate showed a minor increase.
“There ya go ol’ boy. I was just talking to my buddy Knonshu a little bit ago and he was saying maybe he was wrong in his choice for his avatar. Saying maybe you were going soft on him. Giving up. Taking the cowards way out.”
The EKG spiked and Marc’s eyes opened wide as he pulled the tubing from his mouth and nose. His lungs filled with air that hadn’t been pumped into him and he felt his muscles were weak and no where near as strong as he had remembered them. He struggled to move his legs over the bedside and sit up.
“Now that’s the spirit. That’s the Marc Spector I know and despise.”
Marc looked around his gaze settling on Frenchie’s disfigured face. “&^%$ you.”
“I tried that once remember you turned me down. You were too macho for man o man lovin’.”
Marc tested his weight on his legs and with a little support was able to stand. His stomach and back muscles spasmed though and he doubled over. He bit into his tongue to keep from crying out. Once he finally worked his way through the pain he raised his head and looked around.
“Looking for these?” Frenchie’s specter lipless face looked as if he was grinning as he pointed toward the access card and Moon Knight’s vestments. “By the way I know where they’re stashing the good ol’ Mooncopter.”
Marc stared at Frenchie and then the door.
“Don’t worry about her. She should be used to you ditching her by now.” Frenchie began to make a obscene gesture with his hand and hips. “Besides she left with the boy scout its not like she’s going to bang him.”
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