Disclaimer: No, I don't own any of The Mummy characters, much to my sadness. They belong to rich people like Universal Studios and Stephen Sommers. (I think that's how you spell his name..)
A/N: This is my first Mummy fic, so bear with me. I know, it's kind of sad and stuff, and has not much of a plotline, but I felt like writing them, so here you go. Don't be afraid to review. )
No Place Else I'd Rather Be..
They say that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes.
Not true.
Sure, my life's flashing before me, but it doesn't start from childhood.
No, it started from that day I met a rather dirty ex-Legionnaire in the Cairo prison.
Of course, he doesn't look like that anymore.
Now I'm looking up into the face of a quite dashing American adventurer.
But something's.. different. His once clear, blue eyes are clouded with sadness, and it frightens me. I want to tell him that I'm ok, that he's fussing over me for no resaon.
Then I look down, and realize why he's nearly crying. Woah. When did that happen? I hardly felt it.
I spoke to soon. Now it's starting to hurt.
I can't die! Not when I've only barely begun living. Even if it's been almost ten years since the day I walked into that prison, I'm greedy for more.
Oh, Rick..
He's cradling me in his arms, and I don't want it to be the last time.
I give my brother and son a weak smile.
Take care of them, Rick.
With my last strength, I reach up and brush his cheek with my fingers as he leans closer.
"I love.. you."
To tell you the truth, now that I look at it there's no place I'd rather die then here, in his arms.
I can't help but smile as I close my eyes for the last time..
