Hello! If you are new to my stories then you should know I never post a story until it is completely finished. You can be sure that this story will not be abandoned or held hostage for reviews. I plan to update this every other day until it is complete.
This is an Ahkmenrah/ female OC story with friendship, romance, and original chapters as well as following the second and third movies.
I owe so much praise to my beta Arlothia. She brings my writing to another level.
And a wonderful thank you to Rayne Storms Ink for the cover art for this story. Thank you for your unwavering belief in me and your never ending encouragement.
Obviously, I do not claim ownership of anything relating to the Night at the Museum.
The first chapter begins a few years before the start of the first movie.
Izzy Porter had only recently become a trouble maker. She hadn't always had a taste for rule breaking, but ever since her father passed away and her mother tried to move on, it just seemed to be so much harder for her to fall in line and be a good girl, especially for a woman who could so easily forget about the man she said she would love forever. Izzy loved her father and didn't want to forget him, and she thought it unfair that her mother was trying so hard to do just that.
So Izzy had caused trouble at school this past year. It was mainly to inconvenience her mother so she would have less time to spend with her new boyfriend, Roger. Though, if you asked Izzy why she had started misbehaving at her ripe old age of 12, she would only shrug off the question and say, "because it's fun, I guess."
She hated Roger. He was trying too hard to get into her good books. He always showed up with some small gift for her like a flower or jewelry or a new scarf. He didn't understand that she wasn't some girly-girl little flower child. She never liked any of his gifts, except the iPod he bought for her birthday. He never called her Izzy like everyone else, either. He always shortened it to one syllable and called her Iz, like it was so hard to say Izzy.
So she showed her frustration by breaking rules. She hadn't done anything really big in terms of trouble yet. She wrote cuss words on the bathroom walls, called other students names, and told off the teachers for their stupid rules that only ever applied in school anyway. She had started a fight once, which had left her black and blue and in detention for a week, because one of her fellow students made fun of her curly hair. She may have come out of the fight a little worse for wear, but seeing the black eye from her first punch on the boy that had insulted her made every bruise worth while.
She skipped school one day, not that it did much. She came into school the next day without an explanation from her mother and they only gave her an unexcused absence. She would have to have several more of those before anyone bothered to notice and call her mother.
Despite the evidence of her actions, Izzy was a good kid at heart. She was a budding, stubborn preteen and obviously knew everything, but she wasn't old enough to realize she resented her mother's boyfriend simply on principle. Roger was a genuinely good man that loved her mother just as much as she loved him. While Izzy felt shafted when her mother found a new man to love, her mother needed to move on to heal. Roger had been a blessing in disguise when they had first met. He had been a shoulder to cry on and always provided a wise word when she needed it. Roger had helped her heal from the loss of the first love she ever had. But everything that was great about Roger in her mother's eyes only gave Izzy more and more reasons to hate him.
With the anniversary of her father's death around the corner, she had planned her first real act of rebellion. Today was their class field trip to the Museum of National History. She had spent the day remarkably reserved as the students observed the exhibits. When the time was finally right, she slipped away from her group and let her fellow classmates go back to school without her. She pulled her feet up on the toilet seat, the farthest from the exit, and left the door open. She marveled quietly in her plan. A locked door would seem suspicious but an open stall garnered no attention.
Izzy's plan was to spend the night in the museum. She didn't want to steal anything. A night away from her mother might worry her enough for her to actually notice her again. She had been too focused on Roger to have time for Izzy. When she wasn't spending time with him in person she was always on the phone with him. Her mother barely managed a brief 'how was your day?' when she walked in the door.
In all honesty, her mother did try to reach out to her, but Izzy was too caught up in her hatred and rebellion to notice. In her mind, she was the tortured protagonist in her personal story where anything she saw was something working against her and her wishes.
She wondered how long it would take her mother to realize she wasn't coming home that night. Her teachers didn't seem to notice that she hadn't returned and they had left hours ago.
She had checked the schedule upon arriving at the museum. It closed promptly at 5 pm. She had been staring at her watch for the better part of 10 minutes when it finally hit closing time. Excitedly, she leaped out of the bathroom and silently stole down the hall. The lights were still on, meaning that the staff was still here cleaning or whatever it was their job entailed. She made her way into the Egyptian section, passing various statues of gods and goddesses and ancient artifacts. She touched as many as possible and loved the thrill of doing something she knew she shouldn't.
Finally she entered upon her true destination. The tomb of Ahkmenrah. She made her way past the statues of Anubis and kneeled behind the sarcophagus, not wanting to be seen from the door if anyone were passing by. Her heart pounded from the mixed emotions and adrenaline she was feeling. There was no one around but the thrill of possibly being caught had her nearly jumping out of her skin. She let her hands trace over the unfamiliar hieroglyphs with awe.
Her father had loved everything that was from ancient worlds, Egypt especially. He always said he had been born in the wrong millennium and he must have been an important adviser to a pharaoh in a past life. His passion had led him to Egypt on an archeological dig. He never found a single artifact but he came back with the greatest treasure he had ever laid eyes on. An Egyptian woman. Her mother.
Her father had instantly fallen in love and, after months of convincing, had brought her back to America with him. He had treasured his wife and daughter, always remarking that his wife was the greatest treasure he ever found, while Izzy was the greatest treasure he had ever made.
Unwanted tears began to roll down her face in memory of her father. In a place she truly felt comfortable, where she finally felt at home, she still couldn't stop the sobs that escaped her. She let her face fall against the sarcophagus as she sobbed out her sorrow. It was cool to the touch and felt wonderful on her heated face.
A thumping from beneath her startled her so intensely that she threw herself back as if she had been shocked. With her back against the wall, Izzy noticed a golden hue falling upon her from above and she turned her shocked and tear-stained face up to see the source. The Tablet of Ahkmenrah was glowing. She turned back around as the thumping continued and realized that the sarcophagus was shaking, accompanied by horrible screams.
She jumped up immediately. Someone had obviously been locked away in the tomb, probably a victim of the school bullies that visited in droves. She knocked on the lid of the sarcophagus, trying to get the person's attention.
"Hello?" she called. "Are you okay?" Everything grew silent for a moment. The sarcophagus stopped moving, the thumping and screaming immediately ceasing after she knocked.
"Hello? Can you hear me?" she asked.
The shouting sounded again and though it was muffled, it sounded distinctly like the patterns of speech. The occupant hit the top of the sarcophagus to punctuate the pauses they took from their desperate screaming.
With a strength only born from a severe adrenaline rush and desperation, Izzy managed to shove the heavy lid of the sarcophagus to the side, partially revealing the ornate coffin within. She didn't stop to admire the beauty before she unlocked both sides of the coffin and was immediately thrown back by the force of the lids being tossed across the room. She landed on her butt with a thump that couldn't be heard over the din of the heavy lids clattering to the floor.
To her astonishment and absolute horror, what emerged from the tomb was not a person locked away on a cruel prank, but a mummy. The real life mummy of Ahkmenrah. It rose out of the tomb, the bandaged head cocking to the side as it heard her heavy breathing. Its hands rose up and began to unravel the bandages around its head.
Having had enough rule breaking and horror to last a life time, she scrambled to her feet and took off towards the door. The mummy behind her cried out in a language she vaguely knew as Egyptian, having heard her parents speak it at home, though at the moment she didn't care what the thing had said. But the words he spoke commanded the statues of Anubis to move and block her path, their twin staffs crossing in front of her, blocking her exit. Running at full speed and trying to stop in an instant didn't work in her favor. She skidded to a halt, nearly falling over and bumping almost gently against the staffs, though she could find nothing gentle about being held hostage by a mummy and his statues. She whirled around as the mummy finished tearing off the bandages from his head. What she saw shocked her more than the gaunt, sallow, and mummified face she imagined.
He looked completely normal. He couldn't have been a day older than 25. His features, the sun-kissed skin paired with dark hair and eyes, were classic Egyptian. He looked at her with a mixture of emotions she couldn't identify.
She could imagine what she looked like to him. A tan-skinned, frizzy-haired child with fear written in her honey colored eyes. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity before he spoke to the statues again in Egyptian.
She felt the staffs lift away and she didn't stay a second longer than she had to. She fled to the closest fire exit and ran out into the cold night air with the alarm blazing loudly in her ears, making her heart pump faster and urging her to leave, leave, leave!
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