*I do NOT own the Mummy. All right go to their respective owners! I only own the original character and the slight changes to the plot of the story. Everything that is familiar belongs to Universal Studios! This is for recreational purposes! Please review and Enjoy!*
"Evy? Are you here?" asked Jamila (Ya-me-la) walking through the Museum of Antiquities.
"Mila?" asked Evelyn walking around the corner. "What are you doing here?"
"I can't come see my favorite cousin?" she asked with a smile.
"Well, yes, but what I meant was what are you doing in Cairo?" asked Evelyn. "I thought you went to London."
"I did," said Jamila. "I didn't like it so I came back."
Evelyn shook her head. "I still have a bit of work to do. Have a look around."
Jamila nodded her head as she disappeared into the Museum part of the building. She nodded to the curator as she walked by.
Jamila was only a few years younger than Evelyn. She was 22. She had lived her whole life in Egypt. Her mother was Egyptian. In fact, that was how they were related. Evelyn's mother and her mother had been sisters. Jamila ran her hand across one of the glass cases as she meandered through the museum. She, unlike her English cousins, was entirely Egyptian. So when she had been given the chance to go to England she jumped at it.
Like most Egyptian women she had dark hair. Her hair was jet black, darker than the night sky. She had olive colored skin and rich brown eyes. She was skinny, at least by Egyptian standards. She had curves, just not enough to attract a husband. These men liked their women curvy.
As she turned the corner she heard a startled shouted and then a repetitive crashing. She cringed at the thought of what had happened in the library. She was really afraid to go look. As she turned to go she ran into Jonathan.
"Gods! You startled me!" she said.
"Sorry about that," he said. "What are you doing here? Thought you went to England."
"I did and then I came back," she said rolling her eyes.
Jonathan nodded and gave her a hug. "Good to see you again. Now watch this," he said as he jumped into an open sarcophagus. Jamila rolled her eyes and hid behind a statue and waited. Without fail the noise he had made jumping into the box had alerted his sister to their presence.
"Hello?" said Evelyn as she walked into the museum.
When no one answered she grabbed a torch and slowly made her way down the aisle.
"Abdul? Mohammed?" she said. "Bob?"
Jamila held in a chuckle. She knew this was going to be good. It was then that Jonathan decided to make his grand entrance. As Evelyn neared the sarcophagus the mummy and Jonathan popped out not only scaring Evelyn but Jamila as well. Evelyn placed the torch in a holder on the side of the sarcophagus.
"Have you no respect for the dead?" said Evelyn.
"Of course I do!" said Jonathan laughing. "But sometimes I'd rather like to join them."
"Well, I wish you would do it sooner rather than later," said Evelyn trying to put the mummy to rights. "Before you ruin my career the way you ruined yours," she said slapping him. "Now get out."
"OH," said Jonathan as he climbed out of the case. "My dear, sweet baby sister, I'll have you…know that at this precise moment my career is on a high note."
"High note. Ha! Jonathan, please, I'm really not in the mood for you," said Evelyn. "I've just made a bit of a mess in the library and the Bembridge scholars have rejected my application form again," she said sitting at the base of a statue. "They say I don't have enough experience in the field."
"You'll always have me, old mum," said Jonathan. "Oh! Jamila! You can come out now!"
"Jamila?" said Evelyn looking around.
Jamila smiled as she rounded the corner and sat down next to her cousin.
"If it makes you feel better, he scared me too," she said. "I didn't really know what he was going to do."
Evelyn sighed and patted her cousin's leg.
"Besides! I have just the thing to cheer you up!" said Jonathan running back to the case.
"Oh, no, Jonathan, not another worthless trinket," said Evelyn. "If I have to take one more piece of junk to the curator to try and…sell for you…" Evelyn stopped mid-sentence and stared at the box Jonathan had presented to her. "Where did you get this?"
"Oh, on a dig down in Thebes," said Jonathan with a chuckle.
Jamila knew that chuckle. That chuckle meant that he was lying to his sister.
"My whole life I've never found anything, Evy," said Jonathan. "Please tell me I found something."
Evelyn was fiddling with the box while he was talking. Suddenly the top popped open to reveal a piece of paper inside.
"Jonathan," said Evelyn.
"Yes?"
"I think you found something," she said pulling the paper out.
"You see the cartouche there? It's the official royal seal of Seti the First, I'm sure of it," said Evelyn as she paced around the curator's office.
"Perhaps," he said unimpressed.
"Two questions," said Jonathan. "Who the hell was Seti the First and was he rich?"
Jamila rolled her eyes as she answered, "He was the second Pharaoh of the 19th dynasty," she said.
"He's said to be the wealthies pharaoh of them all," finished Evelyn.
"Good. I like this fellow," said Jonathan. "I like him very much.
"I've already dated the map,' said Evelyn. "And its almost 3000 years ols. And if you look at the hieratic just here…well, its Hamunaptra"
"Dear God, don't be ridiculous! We're scholars, not treasure hunters," said the curator. "Hamunaptra's a myth told by ancient Arab storytellers to amuse Greek and Roman tourists."
"Yes, yes, I know all the blather about the city being protected by the curse of a mummy but my research has led me to believe that the city itself may have actually existed."
"are we talking about The Hamunaptra?" asked Jonathan.
"Yes. The City of the Dead," said Evelyn with a smile. "Where the earliest pharaohs were said to have hidden the wealth of Egypt."
"Yes, yes, i-i-in a big, underground treasure chamber," said Jonathan.
"Is that all you can think about?" asked Jamila. "Is gold and treasure?"
Jonathan ignored her and continued on.
"Heh!" said the curator.
"Oh, come on. Everybody knows the story," said Jonathan. "The entire necropolis was rigged to sink into the sand on Pharaoh's command. A flick of the switch and the whole place would disappear beneath the sand dunes, taking the treasure with it."
"As the Americans would say, its all fairy tales and hokum-" said the curator.
Evelyn and Jonathan were busy talking and daydreaming about the city while Jamila was watching the curator. She was smarter than she looked and she knew more than her cousins thought she did.
"Oh my goodness! Look at that!" shouted the curator as the map caught fire.
He tossed it on the floor in front of his desk. Evelyn and Jonathan immediately ran around and started to put the small fire out.
"You burnt it! You've burnt off the part with the lost city!" said Jonantha.
"It's for the best, I'm sure," said the curator. "Man men have wasted their lives in the foolish pursuit of Hamunaptra. No one's ever found it. Most…have never returned.
Evelyn left the map with curator and she and Jonathan left still discussing the puzzle box. Jamila stood up from her seat and walked over to the curator.
"If the city doesn't exist and its all fairy tales and hokum," she said. "Why do you look paranoid?"
"Get out girl," he said closing the door behind her.
