*a cloud of dust, followed by a sever coughing fit is heard. A dust covered Author crawls out of a grave.*
Well Hi, everyone…. Um, I'm Elrohir. You may know me as Daisymall13. I used to write Fanfiction all of the time, until I lost "the touch."
After the most recent Night at the Museum, something apparently woke up inside me and I have been writing like a lunatic for sixteen hours now.
I'm actually a little nervous posting this- and I apologise if it seems rusty.
I hope you enjoy- please, let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Larry whistled to himself as he locked the gate to the Hall of Mammals. So far, it had been a good night- the miniatures were gathered around the computer, while Jed and Octavius argued over what YouTube videos they wanted to watch. The Huns and the Neanderthals were playing some form of soccer, and Dexter was with Columbus, having recently taking an interest in the explorer. So far, the only museum occupants he hadn't seen so far were Teddy and Ahkmenrah.
Larry paused, going over a list of changes that had recently been made to the Museum. Not much had been changed. A few new animals had been added to the Africa display, a couple of additions to the amphibian display, and some artefacts and artworks to the Egypt display.
"Lawrence!" A voice cried out, making him jumped. He grinned when he spotted the 26th President of the United States making his way over to join him. "You seem to be in excellent spirit tonight!" Teddy remarked.
"I am, Teddy- thanks for noticing." He replied as his friend stopped in front of him. "Hey, I hear there were some new additions to the Egypt display- want to take a look?"
"I'd be honoured, Lawrence! Perhaps if we are lucky, our young Pharaoh will be able to teach us a few things!" He called in reply, falling into step with the Night Guard. Larry nodded,
"What do you know about him, Teddy? I mean, apart from the entire tablet, magic stuff."
"I regret to say I do not know much, Lawrence. I assume I know as much as you- as I have only known him for as long as you have." Teddy replied.
"Yer, about that- why did you leave him locked up for all that time?" Larry almost demanded. Teddy winced, and reached up to fix his glasses.
"When we first came to life, we were all confused. One of the night watchmen at the time identified the source of it all on the second night- the Tablet of Ahkmenrah. We knew the tablet was powerful- we could only imagine how powerful the owner of it would be. We considered letting him out once or twice- but overall we decided that it was far too dangerous. I am afraid we misjudged the situation." Teddy explained, as they stopped to close one of the gates.
"It's like nobody around here knows him, Teddy." Larry sighed, as he locked the gate. "I've been here for a year, and I don't know much about him at all."
"Well perhaps, dear Laurence, we should talk to him- learn who he really is. I-" Teddy paused, as they neared the Egypt display.
Standing near the window, was Ahkmenrah. Even from a distance, it was clear to both Larry and Teddy that something was not right. The Pharaoh stood with his back to them both, seemingly not hearing their approach.
He stood tall, his posture radiating tension. His head was slightly tilted to the side, and as the pair approached they could see the usually relaxed Pharaoh was clenching his jaw. What concerned Larry the most, however, was not the Pharaoh's behaviour.
It was the knife he was holding in front of him, one hand wrapped around the hilt, the other tracing a faint engraving on the blade itself. The light from the moon outside seemed to shimmer around the Pharaoh. A shiver involuntarily ran down Larry's spine.
"Hey, Ahk…I see you've found a knife there. Is it… is it new?" Larry asked hesitantly. The young pharaoh held the knife high, examining it in the light. He did not respond, instead choosing to focus all his attention on the knife.
"Ahkmenrah?" Teddy called out, hoping to get his attention. "Why don't you put the knife down, Son." He gently suggested, stepping forward to place a hand on the Egyptian's shoulder.
The Pharaoh seemed to react on instinct. One moment, he was standing still, the next he spun around, the knife flashing in the moonlight as he pushed Teddy away with a strength none of the museum occupants had encountered before. Larry jumped forward, just in time to catch the President before he hit the ground. He looked up in time to see the Pharaoh step towards them, eyes wide. From panic, fear or something else- Larry couldn't tell. He shifted himself slightly, putting himself between Teddy and Ahkmenrah as he reached for his flashlight. The Pharaoh paused in his approach, a hurt look on his face.
"Larry, I-"
"Hey Ahk? I don't know what's going on with you right now, but I'm gonna ask you to put that knife down before we speak, Okay?" Larry cut him off, his eyes glancing between the knife and the young Pharaoh's face. Ahkmenrah frowned slightly, before looking down at the knife in his hand.
"Oh, of course." He murmured, twirling the knife delicately in his hand. After what seemed like an age, the Pharaoh seemed to slump as the knife clattered to the floor.
"Larry, I apologise. I did not-" He began, but was cut of when Larry raised a hand to silence him.
"We'll discuss this later." Larry told him, turning his attention to Teddy. The President was sitting up, examining a rip along his stomach. "Teddy, are you Okay?" He asked, reaching out to look at the rip.
"I'm fine, Lawrence- nothing a bit of hot wax can't fix. And a sewing needle, of course." He grunted in reply. Larry hummed in reply, inspecting the wound itself. The cut was quite deep, and Larry winced at the sight of it. "It seems the Pharaoh is far more skilled in combat than we think." He added, grinning slightly.
"I am terribly sorry, Teddy- please, forgive me." The Pharaoh called out, a trace of fear in his voice. Larry turned, and saw that Ahkmenrah was yet to move from where he had been standing. Larry eyed him, taking in the appearance of the usually calm and composed Egyptian. He was biting his lip, his shoulders hunched forward slightly. He held one hand as if reaching out the other lay across his stomach, as if he himself could feel the wound. As he watched, the Egyptians eyes seemed to dart away, looking towards the safety of his sarcophagus and Jackal Guards.
To Larry, Ahkmenrah had never seemed so young. He sighed, rubbing his hand over his face before climbing to his feet.
"I'm going to take Teddy to Sacagawea so we can fix him up. I want you to stay here, Ahkmenrah. I'll be back to discuss this as soon as I can." Larry finally announced, helping Teddy to his feet. Ahkmenrah nodded, lowering his gaze to the floor. The President smiled gently at the Pharaoh as he leaned against the night guard.
"It's alright, Ahkmenrah. This is nothing I can't fix. I forgive you." He reassured him. The Egyptian looked up slightly, making eye contact with Teddy. Finding himself unable to speak, he instead placed his right hand over his chest, bowing his head in reply. Before anyone could react, the Egyptian turned, sweeping his golden cloak over his shoulders as he made his way to the sarcophagus, head held high. As one, Larry and Teddy sighed, before turning to walk back the way they came.
"C'mon, Teddy- the sooner we get you to Sacagawea, the sooner we can figure out what the heck is wrong with Ahk. Something's up, and if it means he's going to attack anyone that sneaks up on him-" Larry paused, unsure how to continue.
"You must not be too harsh on him, Lawrence. He is after all, just a boy. He did not attack me on purpose." Teddy sighed, wincing as they began their decent down the stairs.
"Accident or not, if that had been Attila, the Huns would be out for revenge. If it had been myself I would have been badly injured….And if it had been Nicky…" Larry trailed off, shuddering at the idea. He was suddenly glad Nicky had been grounded by his mom.
"My point is," he continued, "if this happens again, someone could easily be killed- Including Ahkmenrah." He finished, as they turned the corner. From across the Hall, Sacagawea looked over, her eyes widening when she saw Teddy. Larry motioned for her to join them as he helped Teddy to sit down.
Suddenly, the sound of a metal gate slamming shut seemed to shake the entire museum. Everyone, including Rex paused to look up the stairs. Teddy and Larry looked at each other, and it was clear to the Night Guard that the President was worried.
"Go, Lawrence. I fear something is very wrong with our Egyptian friend."
Oh dear, what could it be?!
Please let me know what you think! Reviews will help keep me going!
-AdminElrohir