Author's note: soo this is a little ficlet that keeps me up at night and it really bothers me so I'm writing it. It will be a one-shot…or a two shot…unless everybody wants some more so yeah! It takes place after "Where and When". Enjoy
Disclamer: I know…not mine…but I do own my own artifacts and I own Sanura and my other Egyptian characters but not the gods.
THE DAUGHTER OF THE GODS
It was Halloween evening. Claudia looked over at Pete, his smile shining bright as he told the end of his story. "And that's why, to this day, the old house on Cherry Tree Lane is called the Blood House." Claudia smirked, "Lame dude! I've lived better horror stories." Myka looked slightly scared but said, "Not too shabby Pete, but I still prefer Poe." Helena looked down right disturbed by the young girl and the male agent. "I've never heard of such a disgusting topic. Claudia, how have you lived worse than that?"
"Believe me, when you're bounced around from large foster homes to larger foster homes, the older ones like to scare you crapless. Besides, I saw my parent's death, my brother's death/disappearance and I was institutionalized for over six months. I win." Leena said nothing, just continued eating the caramel popcorn that she had made and Artie sighed. "Well," he grumbled out, "I believe it is now your turn HG." The oldest perked up at hearing her name.
"I do have a story, but I don't know how you'll all react to it. It is a true one that was often told at Warehouse 12. I actually experienced the horror myself. It was the most frightening thing that I had ever heard of, until your story Pete." She cleared her throat and started with a spooky voice and said, "Legend has it, there is a tale of a young girl whose soul was lost to Warehouse 2. A slave girl by the name of Sanura, which means kitten in Egyptian, was Egyptian, but because her mother was Nubian she was a slave also. But it wasn't just her soul that was lost, oh no. She also had her body." She was interrupted by Pete's exclamation of, "A mummy, Really HG?"
She sighed, "Do you want to hear the story or not Peter?"
A quiet, "Yes ma'am."
"Then shut up. Alright where was I? Oh yes she also had her body. Her legend states that when she was still young, maybe around 13 or 14, she had done something against her master's wish. It was believed that she had fought against her over seer's commands of shelving an artifact. She did not have vibes and she couldn't see auras but some believe that she was The Daughter of the Gods and they would whisper in her ear if she was doing something correctly or incorrectly. A wonderful gift, but also a tragic one; if she disagreed with her master, then she would be punished. That particular time she was whipped and beaten until her natural beauty was all but destroyed. Her golden skin, the color of the god Ra's was covered in her own blood and scars. Her long dark hair, the color of the goddess Nyx, was singed by fire and the back of her neck was burned. Her beautiful face, which looked like Isis's, was covered with red scars. And her natural grace, like the goddess Bastet, was broken because of her wounds. The only things that she was able to keep were her skill on the battle field, like Sekhmet's, her knowledge like Thoth, and her thoughts of justice and freedom which were planted there by Ma'at. Those three things make her a lethal combination. She only lived a few days longer, or so they all believed. At Warehouse 12 we found evidence that she had survived with immortality.
"One day I was told all of this and a few experiences that had been passed down through the ages. I smirked and brushed the story teller off. Then, the next day, while doing inventory, I heard something rather unusual. It sounded like a young girl laughing hysterically, then the pluck of a bow string and the whiz of an arrow. I turned just in time to see an ancient Egyptian arrow coming straight for me. I ducked and rolled out of the way and it landed right where my head was just seconds before. Attached to the arrow's shaft was a note written in broken English. I'll always remember it's words, 'Don't fear, kitten be here. Listen hear laugh, listen hear bow, listen hear arrow, then you no listen no more.' I though it was a joke but then, running across the row to find my friend, I saw her dead on the floor with an identical arrow stuck in her neck." A round of gasps and a 'no way' (emitted from Pete) was heard through out the silence of the room. "I believe that the slave girl still believed that we were her owners. But it gets worse. She actually inhabited a young woman's body. She was just your age Claudia, and it drove her to pure insanity. She often screamed, 'get her out! She wants me to kill you all!' Strangely enough she, like me and my other friend, had ignored the story and just like that, she was going insane. But the effects were worse than that. The girl, once we found her body in the golden sector,"
"I'm sorry, the what?"
"Dude, if you read the manual you would know that the golden sector is where almost all of the artifacts found from Egypt are. Really read the freaking book!"
"Back to the story. Her face was covered with four large dark red marks with blood seeping through them. The back of her white blouse was scraped to pieces and again covered in scratch marks and blood flowed freely from them. Her long blond hair was singed to her ears and there were burn marks on her neck. In her stomach was an arrow with a note attached saying, 'She knew what it like to be alone, She not alone no more. She with gods now, she with family now.' Then beneath that it read, 'HG, I no kill you, I kill closest near you. I know who I kill next. You know who I kill next? If no then you will.' To this day I believe that she possessed those men and killed my daughter. I never thought of it before, but after around thirty years of being bronzed I discovered my answer. I am just scared that one of you will be next. The rest of her legend is that once her story is told, she becomes alive again and will decide whether to let a chosen few from the team see her or let them not." The room was thick with anticipation, waiting for the last bit of the story, but Helena's lips never moved. Claudia broke the silence first. "Wow. That was insane." They all looked at the clock, it read 12:00am. "Everybody go to sleep. We've got a lot of work in the morning." Artie grumbled out. They all complied, but only Claudia was unable to shake the feeling of somebody watching her every move.
IN THE GOLD SECTOR
Looking down at the girl, Claudia that was her name, she smiled. "You are perfect." And she closed her empathy link, something HG forgot to tell them.