Imprisonment

Walking through the Smithsonian wasn't exactly how Larry had been expecting to be spending his day, but after the freaky phone call from Jed talking about the monkey stealing the tablet and some evil older brother of Ahkmenrah, he didn't have much other choice. And now, as he walked through the cathedral style building, his footsteps echoing in the nearly silent rooms, he couldn't stop himself from letting his attention be drawn toward the details of the security system and the exhibits. But there was one in particular that caught his eye.

A large golden slab that looked like it had been chipped at and carved out of a larger stone drew him forward, as well as the large amount of hieroglyphics on it. The slap of gold was over eight feet high and two feet wide with the ancient writing carved throughout the entire surface. The slab was stood against a wall at the head of a large sarcophagus, much like Ahkmenrah's back home. But this one, even he knew, was for a woman. The person on the front was of a woman and the painted and carved designs were more feminine.

Looking over to the sign that accompanied each exhibit, he read the gold painted writing on the black piece of stone aloud to himself, quietly. "Tomb of Neferu-Re Wife to the forth king of the fourth king."

Larry pulled back as he thought over how familiar it sounded to hear of her husband, but decided he would have to think more on that at another time. Turning to the rest of the Egyptian display, he spotted another sign that introduced a different artefact. And this specific one wasn't hard to miss in the least, considering it was a large stone gateway.

"'The Gate of Kahmunrah'", Larry read quietly, letting out a sigh, "Kahmunrah, that's who Jed mentioned." Stepping up to inspect the large structure, Larry noticed the rectangular slot in the middle. Stepping closer to get a better look, he could see what looked like a diagram on the back of how to place something, with gold pieces stuck in the corners. Leaning further to try and inspect the images, his arm bumped the metal pole that kept people back from the exhibits, hearing someone yell over to him.

"Hey!" Looking back, a younger looking man in a security uniform was making his way toward him, an annoyed look on his face. Larry couldn't help but dread the oncoming waste of time. "What are you doing? No touching."

"No, no, no I wasn't going to touch it," Larry quickly retorted, motioning back to the stone gate while he continued to look to the young guard.

"There was some ITT bro," The guy said, stepped up closer to Larry, who gave him a strange look at his wording. ITT? Letting out a sigh, he gave up on trying to get out of this one easily, this kid must really want to keep his job or absolutely hate him.

Hard, unused lungs took in a large breath of stale air, eyes flying open to look up into darkness. A once dead heart began to beat again, growing strong and steady before picking up in pace as the person that the heart resided in began to panic. Elegant, feminine hands wrapped in cloth reached up to touch the curves of the casing above her, letting her know just how enclosed she was. Pushing hard on the surface as her breathing began to pick up as well, she felt a tremendous rush of relief when it moved. Pushing harder and to the side, she was able to slide the lid of the coffin she was in to the side, allowing light to break through the darkness that had once surrounded her. Pushing the surface away from her until she was able to sit up fully, the young woman took a moment to sit, before she reached up and began to unwind the cloth wrapping around her head.

As more and more of her face and hair were revealed, the more and more she was able to breathe and see properly. But she was in a place that she had never seen the likes of before. The room was tremendously large, but there were strange signs and structures and murals all around. It was frightening, really, to have to look around and not recognise a thing-

"Oh Re, please no," the woman whispered to herself, the Egyptian words rolling off her tongue easily. Carefully sliding out from her sarcophagus, the woman walked toward the large stone gateway numbly. "Kahmunrah, it can't be."

But it was. The stone gate was one of the vile man's possessions, and wherever he went, than it went as well. Did that mean that Ahkmenrah was there as well? Looking around at the large room again, she couldn't see any sign of Ahkmenrah's legacy anywhere. Stopping in mid sweep of the room, her clothed hand flew to her mouth as her light brown eyes widened. The tablet. That was the only reason to explain why she was alive, his tablet had to be nearby. Turning back to face her coffin, she felt relieved at the sight of her two faithful Jackal's standing post on either side by her head.

Striding to her sarcophagus, she began to unwind the skilfully wrapped bandages from her arms and throat, feeling the cool air touched her skin as it was exposed. The cloth began to unwind form her chest and stomach in its own, revealing her gold and white clothing beneath. Her broad gold and ruby collared necklace covered the top of her dress, the silky white material flowing down to the floor. Transparent white sleeves were loose on her arms, to her elbows that billowed as she moved, catching the slightest rush of air. Golden bands on her wrists had more red jewels melded into it, spiralling around in a beautiful design.

Collecting the cotton wrappings from the floor, the young woman tossed them inside the coffin, retrieving her headdress crown from the head of her resting place. It wasn't overly large, which she had always been relieved for. Sliding the headdress over her hair, she felt pleased at the familiar feel of it. She and her husband had agreed not to have one that covered her hair, since he was quite fond of it, and so it was more of a circlet that wrapped around her head with golden braids falling down to weave into her hair. Sliding her feet into her sandals at last, she wound the dyed leather straps up her legs to keep them in place.

Neferu-Re quickly rushed from the room that held her tomb, her long white and gold skirts billowing up around her legs as she ran to try and find the tablet and hopefully stop Kahmunrah from opening the gate to the Underworld. Rushing down the hallways of the strange building, Neferu-Re had to stop herself from panicking from almost everything she saw. It was so strange and she didn't like it one bit.

Turning a sharp corner to head into a room of what looked like sculptures, Neferu-Re screamed rather loudly when she was suddenly grabbed very violently from behind. Turning around in a rush to face who had taken a rough hold on her arm, she found herself looked down at a small man with a very large hat. Tilting her head to the side as she examined his face, she couldn't bring herself to understand who he was.

"Who are you? Unhand my person!" She ordered loudly, wrenching her arm from his grasp and turning to leave.

"Stop her!" The little man called out in a thick and unfamiliar accent. Neferu-Re screamed and struggled when uniformed men took hold of her arms and held onto her tightly, keeping her in place. "Take her back to Kahmunrah, now."

"Kahmunrah? You know Kahmunrah?" She asked, looking over to the small man, but he had already turned away and was leading the men that held her, onward. She continued to fight and struggle, but the men were stronger than she was and she was only tiring herself. "Ahkmanrah! Help me!"

"Oh, baby brother can't help you now." Neferu-Re gasped and tried to step back, but the soldiers kept a strong hold on her arms and prevented her from doing so. Kahmunrah smiled wickedly at her reason, slowly walking in her direction. "Very good, my friend, for bringing her to me. It would not do well to let her get away, now would it?"

Neferu-Re eventually gave up on fighting against the men and stayed still, watching Kahmunrah carefully for anything that he might do. He spoke briefly with the smaller man in English, the language that she truly disliked learning but could still speak fairly well. "Where is Ahkmenrah?"

"Ahkmenrah? I hear that he is around, but not here. It was very fortunate of me, however, that his tablet was mistakenly brought here." Neferu-Re looked around the room briefly, but she still couldn't see the tablet. When she looked back to Kahmunrah, she knew that he wasn't happy. "Of course, I have to get it back from a pesky friend of my brothers first. Now! Bring her to the gate and tie her up, we still need to find this Larry Daley and get back my tablet!"

Nefer-Re was soon being pulled along again against her will, but this time she walked along without protest and without restraint. She took the time to examine where she was further, her eyes roaming over everything that passed her by. It was so frighteningly amazing, all at the same time. But the area around her soon started to look familiar and she found herself back inside the room that she had just run from that held her tomb, as well as Kahmunrah's.

"Hm, now what to do with you?" Kahmunrah muttered quietly to himself as he looked back at Neferu-Re, tapping his fingers against his chin. "Ah, I know..." He mumbled finally, stepping up to her. "Lock her in her sarcophagus."

"No!" Neferu-Re screamed and struggled as she tried to fight against the men that began to pull her toward the small space of her sarcophagus. It may as well have been a prison to her now, though had once been a sacred way of burial for the Pharaohs and Queens. She was shocked when she felt her eyes prick with tears, a feeling that she had expected to remain barren in her dead body. Her Jackal's moved forward to try and save her, but other soldiers that were on Kahmunrah's side pulled the gates closed on them while they were further back in her exhibit, locking them away. Neferu-Re could already feel the constricting and paralyzing feeling of fear and panic gripping her. She was thrown down into her coffin once more, held down by the soldiers for a mere few seconds before she was released and her whole world went back. She could hear the sounds of them locking her in, the small space seeming to suck the life right out of her.

She continued to scream and beat on the top of her sarcophagus with her hands, knees and feet, trying to get Kahmunrah to release her. She cursed him out with every vile world that she could think of in their mother tongue, wanting nothing more than to slap the man that had locked her away once more. She could hear him laughing from outside her prison, causing her blood to boil as she momentarily forgot about the panic and claustrophobia that she had.

This chapter is just kind of the introduction to the story, the other chapters will be much longer than this one! I hope that you all like it, sadly Ahk won't be in here for a couple more chapters, but he won't be left out! Please review, it would be most appreciated!