I jumped in to the shadows as the secret passageway in the wall turned, bringing a frightened looking woman into my presence. I watched in silence as the woman walked slowly towards my victim. Apparently, she knew the man. She said something to him in that language I didn't understand and then he turned around, displaying my handiwork. The woman screamed and he began to moan. I was beginning to tire of that moan. I needed to finish the job the woman had interrupted.
She must have sensed my presence, because she whirled around to peer into the shadows I took refuge in. Obligingly, I stepped into the light and gave a nice roar for effect. She screamed as I began to advance on her. I wanted to kill her for her untimely interruption. Three thousand years of being the living dead brought out my more violent tendencies.
As I backed her into the wall, I heard the man fall over and try to crawl away. The woman began to murmur pleadingly and I turned around to look at my victim. She had called him Burns. Burns moaned something unintelligible, probably complaining about the loss of his eyes and tongue. Why? It wasn't like he would need them when I was done with him.
I swung my head back around to look at the woman. Suddenly memories filled my head. A beautiful woman with dark hair.
I cocked my head, questioning. "Anck-su-namun?" Yes. It had to be. I held out my hand to her. "Come with me Princess Anck-su-namun."
She blinked at me, her brown eyes filling with confusion. She started to step towards me, but the doors burst open and men with guns rushed in. I moved in front of my Princess to guard her, but one of the men ran to her side. I roared my displeasure at him. How dare he touch what was mine? Imagine my surprise when he screamed back at me.
He fired his gun at me and the force of the lead balls knocked my still fragile body to the ground. The men rushed out, taking my Princess with them. I picked myself up and glared in the direction they had run off in. I roared. Fools!
Although I knew the direction in which the man had taken my Princess, I walked through the various chambers of Hamunaptra aimlessly, letting the memories flood back to me. I passed through the preparation chamber and gave an involuntary shudder. As I walked, my mind shook off the red haze of hatred that had enveloped me for so long and memories began to sort themselves out. Anck-su-namun.
That woman wasn't Anck-su-namun. I remembered now, my first failure to resurrect her in that innermost sanctum of Hamunaptra. The desperate desire to have her again that had kept me sane in my sarcophagus for millennia. But this woman would still be my Princess. She would become the sacrifice necessary for the resurrection of my love. I would accord her the respect that honor entailed. My Princess. My Anck-su-namun. Would they not now be entwined, one and the same?
My thought process was interrupted by a funny little man with a gun and a torch wandering around looking frightened. How dare he disturb me? I crept up behind him. I almost smiled at the look on his face when he turned around. The gun and the torch clattered to the floor and his right hand went up to the strange ankh hanging from a chain about his neck. He said something in that strange language, a prayer to his gods, perhaps. He went through a series of various symbols and languages as I backed him against the wall, apparently disappointed in each god's lack of ability to stop me in my tracks. He held up a new symbol, a six pointed star, and began praying in the Hebrew tongue. The symbol held no meaning for me, but the language did.
I drew my outstretched hand away from his throat. I clenched it into a fist as I said thoughtfully, "The language of the slaves…" I needed a servant. And who better than this man who spoke in their language? "I may have use for you. And the rewards-" I unclenched my hand, now filled with golden trinkets. "…will be great."
He murmured something reverently in his own language.
I held up the broken canopic jar.
"Where are the other sacred jars?!
A/N: Please review. I have this whole story written it's just a matter of posting the chapters. Also, there were five sacred jars. But in the film I could only find four. Imhotep has the one that he holds up to Beni in this scene and then there should be four others. He gets one from the guy who also has the Book of the Dead. He gets the Horus one from the guy outside Evie's room and the Anubis jar from the guy in the marketplace after the whole car chase dealie. So what happened to the fifth one? If anybody can help me out with this, it would be greatly appreciated. Thanks!