As they walked down the hall in the Chamber of the Gods, Lena looked at Steven who seemed worried.
"Not to be rude or anything, but shouldn't Marc take the reigns on this one? I mean, this is it. The big bad. Final showdown. Luke VS Darth Vader."
"Aang vs Ozai." Steven nodded.
"Hell yeah. You've got the gun, right?" She asked.
Steven reached behind him under his shirt and revealed the gun Anubis gave them. "Yup. Don't really want to use it, though."
"That's where Marc comes in." Lena smiled.
Steven looked at his reflection in the hallway. It was just that, his reflection. Nothing moved that shouldn't have and nothing out of the ordinary.
Her smile faded. "That's… where… Marc comes in, right Steven? You can That's So Raven your eyes and become Marc, right?"
"I…" Steven struggled then looked at the reflection again "I don't know where he is."
"What do you mean you don't know where he is? How do you lose a personality? The mercenary personality! Right when we're about to fight the bad guy and save the day!" Lena began to freak out, her breaths became shallow and she was beginning to have a panic attack.
"Hey, Paulena, hey." Steven nodded at her "Marc isn't the only one who can fight."
In an instant, Stevens clothes changed to that of a white suit and mask with glowing eyes.
"Whoa." She admired. "You have a costume?"
"Yeah, spiffy aint it?" He proudly remarked.
"Do I get a costume, Hathor?" Lena asked.
"No."
"Oh." She said, disappointed.
"I can fight Set off until Marc comes to his senses. You need to stay out of the crossfire." He ordered.
"Steven, are you sure you can do this without Marc?"
"I can try." He replied.
Lena hid behind a statue while Steven sauntered into the middle of the room.
"Alright!" He exclaimed "Set, here I am! Avatar of Khonshu! We gonna go at this? Mono a mono? Or are we gonna rely on silly little weapons blessed by Anubis? I don't want to use it… I mean, I will if I have to. But I'd rather have a nice sit and talk about things."
Out of the shadows, a hooded man walked to face Steven. He lifted his hood and finally revealed his face. He looked… normal. Like a random guy you'd see on the subway, or in their car at rush hour. Nothing remarkable about him at all. He could slip into the background and nobody would notice.
"You also received a weapon of Anubis? Then you know the power it possesses." He said calmly. "My friend, Kauket, did she report to you?"
"Yeah, told me all about your little plan." Steven informed.
"And she has not returned? Then you disposed of her." Set replied.
"Well I—"
"She traveled to you, unarmed, asking to join our message of peace. And you slaughter her?" Set asked, getting angrier until he tried to strike Steven down with the Was-Sceptre.
Steven stopped his attack with his batons. He used his strength and the weapons were lowered.
"You're one to talk! You slaughtered all the other Gods!" Steven exclaimed, throwing the baton at Set's sceptre, causing it to knock from his hand.
"They died in the name of peace!" He told Steven as he tried to pull punches but were blocked.
"Funny thing, that. Oxymoron." Steven tried to hit the man with the batons, but in an instant he disappeared.
Steven became disoriented after a kick to the back of his head.
"Teleporting? That's new." He grumbled, rubbing the back of his head.
"You know not of my powers." Set said, disappearing and reappearing again behind the man.
Another kick.
"Stop doing that, it's cheap!" Steven called as the man disappeared again.
He kicked the back of Stevens head once more, but instead of making contact, his foot was grabbed. Not by Steven, though. The costume had changed. Khonshu's ceremonial robes.
Marc looked confused, then punched the god in the face, knocking him down.
"Steven, who's that?" He looked around the room. "Don't tell me you tried to go after Set alone."
"It's what you would have done." Steven explained.
Lena peeked her head out from behind the statue "Two costumes!"
Marc immediately looked at her then a reflective surface on a nearby wall "You brought her, too?"
"To be fair, I thought Hathor would let her fight. Give her a suit, maybe a cool gadget." Steven explained. "Because this guy has superpowers, Marc."
"Like what?"
"He teleports."
Once Steven told him that, Marc headed to where Set was laying. Only, he wasn't there anymore. He had taken his Sceptre back and had teleported behind Marc, ready to stab him in the chest.
But he became distracted. A rock was thrown at Set's face. He turned to see who had thrown it. Lena squeaked then hid behind the pillar again.
"Hathor." Set grumbled. He began to walk to Lena's spot but was grabbed by the leg from Marc's moon shaped grappling hook.
"Your fight's with me." Marc stated.
"I don't understand why we are fighting." Set said, dropping his weapon as he fell to his knees. "All I ever wanted was peace among humanity. Always. Ever since the beginning of time. And I was punished for it! Becoming the God of chaos, the god of war. Anything to make me forget of the idea to let humans be free of ailments or pain. When I finally felt I belonged, they forgot about me. They tortured me then tossed me aside. I am a God too! I should be worshipped just as well! But… why? Why be worshipped when I can be respected. Not feared for my wrath but loved for my ideals."
"Let me get this straight. You always wanted peace? And you were made to be the god of chaos because of, like, some messed up irony?" Marc asked.
"Yes."
"What are we doing here, then? We can talk. It doesn't have to be a bloodbath. You felt left out. Unheard. Maybe you just want someone to listen." Marc helped the man up.
"Marc Spector you are making a mistake." Khonshu showed up finally and told his avatar.
"You're part of the problem. God's are dicks. Maybe it would be better if you all died out. Left humanity to its own shit." Marc huffed.
"That would be disastrous." Khonshu said.
Marc sighed, "For your ego, maybe. Now, let's talk about your plans. Maybe we'll come up with a compromise."
Steven in the reflection beamed at how Marc was handling this situation. He then yelled "Marc! Behind you!"
It was Lena, she held the Was-Sceptre that had been left on the ground. She aimed it at Set.
"This man killed everyone! Everyone I know! Now you say he deserves to live?" Hathor spoke through Lena.
Marc took the gun out from behind his shirt. "Hathor, don't do this."
"You won't shoot me. You can't." She smiled a little too hard.
Set used his teleportation powers to quickly grab the gun, then hold Lena hostage. He held the gun to her temple and held her throat.
"Drop the sceptre." He ordered.
Hathor did.
"Marc can't shoot you. But I can"
"No! God, please!" Marc called. "Not her!"
His eyes rolled and he blacked out.
When he became lucid, he looked around. The gun was in his hand and Set was on the ground with a bullet hole in his head.
Beside the God was Paulena, on the ground and covered in blood. The Was-Sceptre was piercing her chest.
"Polly!"
"Marc?" She asked.
He threw the sceptre aside and placed her head on his lap. "Hey, we'll get you better. Hathor can heal you, right?"
"You tried to save me."
"Hathor! Heal her, come on!" Marc accidentally shook her a little too hard.
"She's gone, Marc. Left… when Set stabbed… me." She smiled "Your last suit was cool. You should use that more."
"Khonshu, what happened? Can you heal her?" Marc yelled.
"I can only heal my own Avatar, you know that." Khonshu said solemnly. "She did save you when I could not, so I owe her thanks."
"I won't die alone." Lena smiled "I got you and Steven. We saved the world."
"We did." Steven told her in place of Marc. "How did this happen, Paulena?"
"You tried to save me. There was nothing you could do. Hey, listen. There was nothing you could do. It's not your fault." She grasped his hand "Thank you for not letting me die alone. Both of you."
"You're not dying. No, not today." Steven shook his head.
"You made great… temporary Dads." She smiled.
"Polly." Marc shook her again, trying to keep her awake.
"Nobody… calls me… Polly. Except Mr. Rocky… Balboa… over here." Lena chuckled then looked at Marc for the last time. "I'll miss you two."
"Polly?" He shook her again to try to open her eyes. No response. "Polly?"
"Paulena!" Steven shouted. "Marc, she's… not… she was just a kid. Marc?"
Steven laid Paulena's head down and stood up. "Marc?"
"Don't leave me alone here. Please."