(Y/N), Steven and Marc were now all back into the white hallways of the hospital, the girl in the between them like usual.

The (H/C) haired girl flicked back the loose hair that fell out of her messy ponytail, out of her face, listening to the boys discuss the plan.

"So how are we supposed to do this?" Marc asked as they walked further into the hospital, hearing the doors close behind them which meant no turning back now.

"No sure." (Y/N) mumbled, the bad feeling starting to rise again which worried her to the core. "I hope Layla's all right." She mumbled once again, her thoughts differting to her dog Ozzy also - she hopped he was safe and being cared for while she was away. She really missed him dearly, missed her old, simple life away from all this bullshit.

"Knowing her, she'll go on a suicide mission to stop Harrow herself." Marc says, hearing what his fiancé mumbled.

"That means we better hurry, doesn't it?" The girl encourages, glancing between both males' eyes with determination.

Marc and Steven share a look and then nod to (Y/N) as they start to walk down the hallways again with the British male looking into the door's windows.

"You know.." Marc spoke up, "We don't have to actually.." His voice trailed off as (Y/N) and Steven cut him off in sync.

"Have to what?" They both snapped, "Kill the goddess Taweret?"

Marc shook his head, "No, just, you know, find me a rope and.."

"Yeah. Or we can do what she says, and help each other uncover whatever it is that we're hiding, apparently." Steven rambles as him and (Y/N) both end up at a door, where the memory of the moonknight suit first appeared with Marc beating up the monster from the museum, seeing (Y/N)'s uncousions body laying on the floor also.

"Steven, I don't know about you, but my memories are a fricking mess." Marc speaks up his confession as he stops beside the pair watching the memory.

"Yeah, ours too." Steven muttered in a low voice. The male then turned around to a different door, seeing (Y/N) already there watching the memory of them changing the skies with Khonshu's help.

(Y/N) couldn't help but miss the grumpy old bird, she missed his attitude problems.

"Whoa." Marc uttered in awe, watching the scene of them changing the skies. His heart bursting in pride seeing (Y/N) using her power and in her suit again. "That's wild."

The (H/C) hairled girl chuckled fondly, continuing watching the scene as Steven once again turned around to a different memory. His eyes narrowing down on it as he couldn't remember having it.

Inside the memory was, Marc next to his car and drinking something from his canister, looking grim. "Oi. What's this?" Steven called out confused.

"(Y/N/N), Steven, what are we gonna do here?" Marc asked, not seeing the point of this as he and the girl walked up to where Steven was. "We're gonna revisit every single memory I've ever had?"

A panic expression took over Marc's face as he saw what memory was playing, his body tensing up which Steven picked up on as he narrowed his eyes again.

"Do you.. do you remember this?" He questioned, gesturing with a finger to the door.

Marc slowly shaked his head, most likely lying which this time (Y/N) caught. Her senses kicking in as she watched them both talk. "Yeah. I don't know, it's just a street, you know. How many streets have you walked down your whole life?" Marc rambled his answer.

Suddenly a young boys voice cried out, "Help!"

This alerted the trio, the three of them instantly turning to the sound. "Did you two hear that?" (Y/N) asked.

She received a nod from them as they all shared a look, something they were all doing a lot recently. The (H/C) haired girl grabbed the male's wrists, dragging them both into the room where the voice came from.

They were met with a barley lit up room, dead bodies everywhere in chairs all sitting up in two's at a table. (Y/N) felt a bad shiver go down her spin, dropping the boy's wrists.

"Just a creepy caff filled with dead bodies." Steven's voice rang out in the creepy room, walking around the room. "That's all it is. No prizes guessing whose room this is." He pointed a finger at Marc who still stood near the doorway with (Y/N), "Yours."

"Funny." Marc grumbled with a roll of his eyes and started walking into the room more with (Y/N) trailing quietly behind them both as she didn't like being in there.

Marc walked closer to a person with a blue cap, getting a closer look at the face as Steven and (Y/N) looked over at the scale that was still moving and not balanced.

"Dubai." Marc starts listing off places as he looks at the dead bodies, it call coming back to him now. "Gabon. New York. No way. Oh, man."

"What, do you know these people?" Steven asked the male.

Marc gives him a look that says it all. "No. Oh, no. Surely not all of them?" The British male exclaimed. "You killed all of them?"

(Y/N) watched her fiancée with anxious eyes as he answered, "They were criminals. Murders. Predators. The worst of the worst. Khonshu wanted them punished. It's what he meant by protecting the travels of the night."

"And you remember each person?" Steven stuttered out.

Marc snapped his head in his direction, pointing his chin up to him. "You try taking a life. See how quickly you forget."

Steven and (Y/N) just watched him silently.

Marc turned back around to the bodies, talking in a quiet tone, "Kept wishing I'd fail and one of them would kill me instead. The healing ended up being a curse."

The (H/C) haired girl's breath hitched hearing this, her chest hurting hearing how he wanted to die rather than be under Khonshu's curse.

"Do you see this? Look." Steven says as he gestured to the scales behind him. "The scales are slowing down. It's working."

Marc nodded pleased, "Okay, all right. So then, now what? What do we do? Do you go next?" His question was aimed at Steven, but the British males attention wasn't on him, nor (Y/N) as they were both looking with wide eyes at the door way.

"Um.. who's that?" (Y/N) asked softly as she pointed a finger in the direction of her eyes.

Marc turned to where her finger was pointed, seeing a little boy standing there.

"Marc, why is there a child in a room filled with people that you've killed?" The girl hissed, eyes continuing to be wide.

The said male shook his head, stuttering over his words. "(Y/N), Steven, look, don't go near him."

But it was to late as Steven waved a friendly hand to the little boy, "Hey, little man."

(Y/N) was going to follow her best friend, however Marc's rough hand grabbed onto her arm and pulled her back, startling the girl who glanced up at him. Seeing his nervous eyes looking down into hers.

"What's your name, there?" Steven gently asked as he walked over to the boy and to which the child sprinted away from them. "Oh, hold on there. Wait a moment."

"Steven. Wait! Wait!" Marc hurriedly called as he carefully pulled along his fiancé who was confused.

(Y/N)'s best friend breaked into a sprint also, running after the kid who ran into an open door that led into a different memory, a more painful memory for some.

"Come on! No, wait!" Marc yelled as he ran after Steven who closed and locked the door behind him as he followed the child. "Steven! Steven!"

(Y/N) came to a harsh stop, seeing Marc banging on the door Steven went into and locked. Her eyes found Steven's across the glossy door and her eyes become glassy as he shook his head, gesturing for her to stay put. He really didn't want to leave her with Marc, leave her without him, but he wanted answers and he was going to get them, even if it meant leaving her behind.

Inside the door Steven was in, a familiar face came into view for the male. "Mom?" He gasped happily seeing her.

The mother was currently cooking something on the BBQ as the table was set up outside most likely ready for the feast. "Food's ready. Who's hungry? RoRo?" Her calming voice called out.

"Mom, come check out my drawing." Another kids' voice rang out as he was scene sitting down and drawing a fish. This was Marc's younger brother, Randal.

"He drew the fish with only one fin." A younger version of Marc speaks, seeing the drawing of a fish made by his brother.

"Marc, be nice to your little brother." Their mother scolds the oldest.

"Yeah Marc, be nice silly billy!" Another oddly familiar voice teases, one that makes Steven perk up as he watches the memory. His eyes goes wide in shock seeing a much younger (Y/N) in the arms of a male who was holding her as they walked into view.

The person who was holding the younger (Y/N), had brown hair that was naturally thick and glossy, with an enviable wave running through, sea foam green eyes, tattoos covering his arms, rings on his fingers, a necklace that was too familiar to Steven and he was pretty tall with a natural pretty smile that was showing.

Now Steven knew where his love got her natural smile and beauty from.

He also knew where that necklace he wore came from.

This was (Y/N)'s father. (F/N) Adel (L/N).

"Now, now, my little moon dust. Be nice." Her dad scolds softly, pinching her sides gently as the little (Y/N) squeals in her fathers arms, giggling.

(F/N) smiles brightly at his daughter's giggles, pressing a tender kiss on her forehead, he places her down and watches as she runs over towards her best friends and hugs them both. The young girl teasing Marc again as the younger version of him flushes in embarrsement around the girl he thought was pretty.

(Y/N)'s father shakes his head knowingly at his little girls' act and walks over to help Marc's dad, them now in conversation.

Steven watched with soft but confused eyes at the scene of the three kids, himself not believing this was happening. He had a brother? and (Y/N) actually had a father? He remembers her telling him that she never had one... unless she forgot. And now that Steven thinks back...

"Show her the truth."

He hears Taweret's words ring out in his head and he suddenly realises what she meant.

(Y/N) doesn't remember her father, her life before her chaos powers.

She doesn't remember the truth.

~

Back inside the hospital with Marc and the (H/C) haired girl, the male was still trying to budge open the door, rattling the door handle and bagging on the door.

"Shit!" He cursed loudly and ran a hand through his curly hair, stressed as he stopped trying to get open the door.

"Steven's just scared..." (Y/N) spoke up quietly, her eyes scanning the hallways and then turned back to Marc, holding out her hand for him to take. "Come on."

Marc nodded instantly, obeying his fiancé and slid his hand into hers, their fingers intertwining as the girl squeezed, starting to lead them both down the hospital.

"Steven!" (Y/N) called out, hoping he would answer her as the two of them jogged down the white pathway, looking at each door that they came across.

Marc suddenly gasps, startled and pulls the girl away from a door. There stood in the doorway was the face of his mother, his past.

His fiancé stars concerned at him, feeling his hand trembling slightly as he stared at his mother's reflection. "It's okay.." She whispered, rubbing her thumb across his knuckles.

"It's just a memory. It's just a memory." She hears him mutter to himself, the male trying to reassure himself that his painful past wasn't coming back.

(Y/N) frowns at this and goes to comfort him, but her attention was caught by a door next to her as it shaped into another memory. Seeing people all in a house, gathered together looking sorrowful.

She glanced back at Marc, seeing his dark eyes trained on the memory and a terrified expression was washed over his face. She gulps at this, continuing her thumb rubbing over his knuckles and reaches her free hand up, opening the door handle which clicks when she does so. Pushing the door open and the two of them ventured into the grim memory.