Life's like a road that you travel on
When there's one day here and the next day gone
Sometimes you bend and sometimes you stand
Sometimes you turn your back to the wind
There's a world outside ev'ry darkened door
Where blues won't haunt you anymore
Where the brave are free and lovers soar
Come ride with me to the distant shore
We won't hesitate to break down the garden gate
There's not much time left today
"Life is a Highway" by the Rascal Flatts
Chapter 1
Jonathon Carnahan was once again getting his ass kicked in a poker game. He just didn't have any luck what so ever, maybe that was why he was always got mixed up with the wrong crowd of people. Jonathon's blue eyes stared at the four people around him, his poker face in place; his eyes flickered down towards his hand. It was a Royal Flush. He was slightly in shock at the moment; he made sure not to show any amount of surprise. Maybe his luck is finally turning around. (a/n: well it kinda has to for this story to begin, but it wont last long!!) A few minutes pasted before the man across from Jonathon moved. He lifted some coins and through them to the middle of the table, it was hefty amount too.
"A hundred pounds" the man said, he was tall with salt and pepper hair. He looked a little too old to be doing poker, but this is London anything can happen. The small group of men paled, this guy must have had a good hand. Jonathon took a hundred of his coins and threw them into the middle of the round table. The old man lifted his brow. With a smirk, the old man took another hundred and an Egyptian necklace. The others looked at each other and one by one they looked defeated.
"I fold" said a young early twenties man. The others gave the same responses, all but the old man and Jonathon, with a smirk the old man layed his hand down.
"A straight flush" the youngsters, sighed with relief. It was a good thing they didn't put there hand into the round or else they would have lost everything. Jonathon calmly placed his hand down. The others around him sighed; they thought Jonathon was a goner. You could imagine there surprise when Jonathon said his hand.
"Royal Flush" Jonathon had a smirk on his face, which just made him look dorky. The old man was astounded; Jon greedily took all the cash he won.
"Sorry mate, looks like my luck has turned around" with a quick look at his watch, he sighed it was time to leave, or else Evie and Rick kill him for being out to late binging his money. Sometimes they treated him as if he was a mere lad.
"Happy playing with you blokes, but I must be off" he said, as he got up to leave. As he went to pick up the necklace, he felt a small pulse, to tell you the truth it creeped him out, but not a lot, he did fight mummies a while back. Maybe Evie would know what it is, it looked old, and it had the eye of Ra and the symbol of a high priest.
TBC………
a/n: Well this is my first Mummy fic ever, and I hope it does good…please leave a review, see yha
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