Her Little Boy - 1 - Time Capsule
Perfection is so...
That's what you are.
My darling son,
Eyes bright as the sun-
Is what you are.
Skin deep as the sea,
A smile bright with glee.
One brave heart,
I knew it from the start.
It's what you are...
Perfection is so...
So menacing.
That's what you are. Just what you are...
"...My darling son." Her voice was soft and smooth, like a new bride's veil. It was so calm, so soothing. Perfect to calm a crying infant.
Which is just what she was doing.
The tan Egyptian woman cradled her precious infant close to her bosom. Singing her song to her baby to make him fall asleep. The boy's tears were silenced almost instantly. His eyes lowered, soon closing completely. He was crying simply because he was tired. The woman smiled as she gazed at her beautiful child's features. He looked exactly like her. Beautiful caramel skin, and red crimson eyes now closed. His hair covered with the blanket she wrapped around him. Her new baby boy was now 12 days old. Her little prince, her husband's new heir.
Her husband was the Pharaoh of Egypt. He ruled the sandy lands with great power, but with compassion. He was an honest and kind king. He ruled greatly for the past years. However, they've both realized, he couldn't live forever. His age was making him become a problem. They needed a new heir. Accomplishing that goal now, all they both had to do was wait. Wait for their boy to age, raise him into a fine man, and he could continue their legacy.
The woman smiled at a faint memory of how she met the king. She was one of the Pharaoh's royal dancers. She was a rebellious woman, booming with confidence and did not act like other women. She had attitude that most elders would consider rude. She walked defiantly, and looked nobles straight in the eyes-A sign of disrespect. When she performed for the Pharaoh for the first time, he fell in love with her immediately. They were both young, and both passionate for love. However, she'll never forget that he came onto her, and asked for her hand in marriage. Usually, this is the other way around.
Being by the Pharaoh's side, she made women look powerful, which was not something people smiled upon in Egypt. Women were never confident enough to be as brave as she. She attended to her husband's meetings. When he was ill, she took care of military business. When he was away, she kept the royal palace in order. When they had war the few times their country was in disagreement, she was the first one to deploy soldiers and head in for battle, despite being a mother and wife. She was in power as well. She wasn't just 'a man's wife'. She was a wife, a soldier, a noble, a Queen, a commander, and a mother.
She was the most powerful and impressive woman in Egypt.
But she also had a secret. A dangerous one. So dangerous that if one spoke of it to any unwanted attention, she would be beheaded.
She wasn't a human woman.
She was...a monster.
She's lived with this secret since she was a teen. At age 13, she realized her dangerous powers. She realized she was a threat. What worried her more, was not only did she make a child, but she created a kin with her deadly DNA.
He would become a threat as well. There would be nothing she could do.
Her smile still stayed on her face, a sad smile. He was a blessing, and a curse to the world. She hugged her baby close to her chest once more, nuzzling his face with love.
Her sweet Atem...
They discovered her.
She couldn't help it. He pushed her to the edge.
Her husband's brother...Aknadin, uncle to the prince. He cornered her and her son. He had been skeptical of her since the beginning. When he confronted her in the royal chambers unannounced, he threw so many harsh and vile questions at her.
"Are you a witch!?"
"Did you poison our king?!"
"Is that brat a witch too?!"
The prince was only 9 years of age. He didn't know what was happening, nor did he know why this was happening. He walked closer, a dagger in his hand, threatening her and her child. She panicked. She could use her powers, but she would ultimately kill the man. And she didn't want her son to see her using them and frighten him.
He raised the dagger-
-and she reacted violently.
Having no choice, she thrust her hand towards the man, right in the chest. Her nails were sharp like a lion's, and her hand's skin was deteriorating. She paused him from moving, griping onto his robe tightly. He could not move, and he growled. She quickly covered her son's face with her other hand, and yanked her hand away. Blood and skin flying on the floors. A bloody hole now tore into the man's chest. not only did it keep growing, like a vortex, but it was mutilating him as it grew bigger. Soon his body was but a few bones and torn skin, with only his ripped clothes to show evidence he was once in existence.
She stared at the corpse, her eyes no longer crimson like her son's. Her pupils were red, and her eyes were pitch black. She slowly looked up and her eyes shrunk in fear.
In the doorway...
Her husband and the royal court.
They threw her in prison. A personal prison that no one but the Pharaoh could enter or leave. It was in the catacombs of the palace. Below the sandy grounds, underneath the building. She spent her days lying on the hot hard floors. She was given food personally by her king. But only once a day.
She was now frowned upon. No one respected her, and no one loved her anymore.
Her own husband even betrayed her, and trapped her down here like a dog.
She...She felt like she was framed.
No matter how many times she tried to explain, they only cut her off. Assuming she killed Aknadin in blood lust. Once they realized she wasn't human, they punished her. They separated her and her son. Her Precious Atem.
She was sad. She cried herself to sleep a few nights. She had no one. She was all alone. No one on her side. She felt scared.
But now...She only smiled.
Sadistically.
They would all pay soon.
And things weren't so bad. Her son never stayed away. They tried, but did not succeed in separating them like they thought. Every night now, for the past 7 years, Atem had been sneaking down to her prison. To give her food, water, fruit, or to just spend time with her and say hello every now and then. He always lied to his father, saying 'I'm going out with a young maiden'. Oh he was meeting a young maiden alright.
Even in this terrible time, they were both happy. Still inseparable.
His mother watched as her beautiful son blossomed into a handsome young man. He was gorgeous, and had his mother's features with his father's baritone voice and powerful attitude. Or perhaps, he got that from her too. She wouldn't be surprised if several girls asked him for his hand in marriage everyday. He was so responsible, always on top of his studies and even became heir to the millennium puzzle.
Today, was a very special day. Today was Atem's 16th birthday. Everyone in town celebrated in his name. The palace threw him a party, while citizens from the city and even small villages on the outskirts of town came, just to celebrate in his name. Atem was a kind soul. He didn't care much for gifts. He only cared about being with his loved ones on special days like this. While he did appreciate the idea, the several female dancers, and the enormous amount of gifts, is not what he wanted. Soon, the celebration was over. It was now midnight. He lied to his father once again, saying he was retiring to bed for the night. The Pharaoh foolishly believed him and told his son goodnight. Once he saw his father returning to his bed chambers, he ran to the catacombs.
Making sure no servants saw him, Atem held pomegranates, a loaf of bread and some meat in a sack with a bowl of water in his other hand. After walking down the spiral stairs to his mother's prison, he greeted her with a smile as walked towards her cell. She was still awake. That was good. He felt bad though...Seeing her like this. She was leaning against the wall on her back, her eyes closed, breathing smoothly. He knew she wasn't asleep, because she always meditated down here. She almost never slept. Atem guessed it was her way of...Lamenting...
He stepped towards her cell and sat on the ground in front of her. He slid his hand and the sack through the bars and held the bowl of water in his hands.
"Mother..." He whispered.
Her eyes opened almost automatically at her son's voice. She smiled at his arrival.
"I almost thought you wouldn't come. I am happy." Her expression truly showed pure joy. "Today is your birthday, your 16th. I thought you would be too busy today."
Atem laughed. "I am never too busy for you, mother. I brought you food from the party."
The woman glanced down at the food and felt herself smile more. Such a sweetheart, always thinking of her well-being before he came down here. He never came empty handed. She began to eat slowly, thanking her son so much for keeping her sane, alive and happy.
They talked about the party, and the woman was thoroughly entertained by Atem's complaints. He complained about how everyone made a big deal out of nothing, that there was no need for all of Egypt to celebrate and come to the palace. He even complained about the several older women trying to hit on him, how even one of the dancers had the nerve to try and pull him into a room alone.
They both laughed at his story.
Atem, gestured for his mother to come closer to the bars so that he could quench her thirst. He caressed her chin, and held the bowl up to her lips, tipping it slightly. The water traveled in her dry throat quickly, refreshing her. He put the bowl down and she thanked him. Looking at his mother, he frowned.
Her hair was a mess, her eyes dulling from the bright crimson, to a dead rose looking color. Her once youthful face, now stained with wrinkles here and there. Her body, a body women used to be envious of. A body full of curves, and sex appeal no man could ignore...Now skinny to the bone. No matter how many times he fed her every night, no matter how many times he unlocked her cell and brushed her hair, he realized...
...She was dying.
The woman saw his sad features and beckoned him to come closer to the cell. Atem complied. She grabbed her son's hands through the bars and held them tightly. Atem noticed how her hands seemed so frail. She smiled at the prince and dropped something in his palms. She slowly unleashed his hands and leaned back against the wall.
Atem looked at the item in his hands. It was a pendant. A necklace that had the sign of the great Goddess Sehkmet dangling on it's chain. A lion's face with a uraeus on it's head.
His face scrunched up in confusion.
"This is my gift to you, my son." His mother spoke softly. "When you were born, you were a blessed gift, and a dangerous curse. I am not human, and I am what most would describe as a monster. I murdered your uncle with my power to protect you. To protect us both." The woman's voice shook as tears began to fall from her eyes. Atem became saddened as well. He hated to see her sad. But he was still puzzled. What was she talking about? "I tried to explain to your father, I tried so hard...But he didn't have faith in me. He didn't accept me, what I am. He thought I was perfect...That we were prefect."
Atem stared at his mother.
The woman smiled and shook her head, tears still spilling down. "Perfection is so...Hmph..." She chuckled and looked at her son's beautiful eyes, that were shaking. She sighed. "What I have, I passed onto you. You have my power, and my anger within your body. And that pendant, is a key to it. I cannot live any longer Atem." She whispered.
Atem's eyes glazed with tears. He shook his head slowly in denial. She nodded back, still keeping that sad smile.
"I have lived too long with a broken heart Atem. You're my only love. The only one who believed in me. The only one who stayed by my side. You are all I have."
"Mother, I can just tell father you're not feeling well! I can-"
"No, Atem." She firmly demanded. Atem stopped moving his lips and began to cry with his mother. "I can't take it anymore. I just can't, Atem."
The young man was on his knees now, on the ground begging for the woman to stop prolonging this sick joke.
"This is no joke, love." The woman closed her eyes. Atem reached his hand out for his mother. She only shook her head at him and kept her smile. "I love you, my son." She relaxed her body. This was it. She was so ready for it.
She hummed a song. A song they both knew all too well.
Perfection is so...
"Mother-!"
So menacing.
That's what you are. Just what you are...
...My darling son.
Her head slowly tilted down, and he could no longer hear her breathing. Her heart beat...He couldn't hear it in the awful silence. She wasn't moving. Her humming stopped completely. She was-
...
He screamed.
The next day, no one was prepared for.
An invasion on the palace, Atem's father murdered, all the servants perished, the royal court annihilated.
It was a tie.
The ones who invaded, a thief King who called himself...He couldn't remember.
He perished as well.
He summoned a deadly monster, named Zorc.
It destroyed everything. The palace was gone, destroyed. The only safe place left was the catacombs.
He ran. He didn't stay and fight.
After the loss of his mother, he couldn't. He just didn't have any strength. His confidence, his attitude, his pride. All down the drain.
If he had helped, maybe everyone wouldn't be dead.
He hid in only one place he could. After they put his mother in her sarcophagus, they placed her in the catacombs. The very placed where she died. He climbed in her coffin, and hugged her dead body. Still had some color on her face, she wasn't rotting away just yet. Even with her organs ripped out of her, and even with the stench, Atem didn't care. He wanted to die too. And what better way to die, than die within the arms of your beloved mother.
Her body was cold.
He didn't care. He was safe here. They were safe. They would make it to the afterlife together. They would see everyone there. Happy, inseparable like they used to be.
Or that's what he thought.
Another thing he thought, was that the king of thieves died as well. Boy was he mistaken. In the coffin, he heard footsteps. He panicked. Who was that? What did they want? The footsteps came closer. Suddenly, the cover of the sarcophagus slowly slid off. Atem's eyes widened. He slowly looked up to see the face of the murderer. He shivered. Why was he so scared? He never felt scared of an enemy. Never! He needed someone. He needed his mother!
He needed her to hug him and tell him everything would be alright. To console him and hold him.
He...needed her protect him again.
"Mother-"
"Ah! So that's where you were hiding, prince!" The man's scarred face had blood all over it. He held an evil grin that gave Atem the chills. A psychotic expression, ready for more murder. "Aww, laying next to mommy? Wanting to be in her arms before your you die?" The man cackled. He raised a dagger up in the air. Atem's eyes dilated once more as flash backs began flying through his hand.
Aknadin...
Mother...
Once the tip of the blade barely touched a hair on Atem's head, a red light exploded from the coffin. It knocked the thief back so hard, he hit the wall with a sickening crack, and gave a final breath after dropping to the floor still holding the dagger. The light wrapped around the sarcophagus, and moved as if someone was there. The light pushed the lid on the sarcophagus back on, and engulfed around it. Protecting Atem and his mother.
Atem's eyes were different. His pupils bright red, and his eyes completely black.
He slowly closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep in the arms of his mother.
3,000 Years Later...
Well, today was sure unusual for Sugoroku's tastes. He's been traveling to The Valley of Kings for years now, ever since he was younger. He even found neat stuff there. He found an amazing treasure, called the millennium puzzle. He gifted it to his grandson long ago. Now he was back. All he wanted was to go on one more trip to Egypt with a crew just to see if they could dig up a few things. And what do they find?
A 3,000 year old female sarcophagus that seemed to be frozen over with...Red ice.
He and his crew were absolutely astonished at their find. Not only was the red ice not cold, but it looked like frozen flames. It covered the image on the coffin, which was the image of the Goddess Sehkmet. Some people even took some pictures of this find. The team would have opened the coffin to see what was inside, but the red ice made that difficult to happen. They had to somehow thaw it out. Someone tried using a lighter, but once the flame touched the ice, it grew even more around the coffin. The team was stumbled. They planned to take the coffin home, so the rest of the crew mates walked towards their vans and trucks. Sugoroku frowned at the sarcophagus, glaring as if it was it's fault that made this so difficult. He then had an idea. He took off his bag from around his shoulder and opened it. He reached inside and pulled out his water bottle. It was a vague idea, but it was worth a shot.
He stepped towards the sarcophagus and opened the cap to the bottle. He slowly poured the bottle, the liquid hitting onto the hard material.
Suddenly, it began to melt with a satisfying sizzling sound. The red ice slowly melted away, freeing the sarcophagus from it's flame prison.
Sugoroku smiled with glee at this and yelled over for his crew to come back.
Once they all came back, the men tried to open the coffin. When they pried open the lid, they were once again astonished, but also frightened.
Inside the sarcophagus, was what appeared to be a female corpse, matching the sarcophagus' image on it's cover. But that wasn't all...
A young boy, was in it as well.
Not dead, but sound asleep. His lips moved slightly, as if mumbling something to himself in his sleep. He looked exactly like an Egyptian. Tan skin, faded kohl under his eyes, golden trinkets decorated onto his body, and a royal crown on his head. Sugoroku was the most surprised. This young man, looked almost like his grandson and his friend.
His hair was spiky, ebony black with blood red streaks lining it's sharp edges. He had blonde locks framing his face while some stood up like lightning bolts. His clothes were of royalty, but tattered and so dirty you could barely make out any color. This boy had to be a prince.
The men looked at each other, not knowing what to do. For no one would believe they found an unconscious boy in a female sarcophagus that happened to be a prince. The only thing they could do was take the sarcophagus back home to Japan, and help the boy to a hospital.
END - 1
Okay! So this is a thing. This thing right here, is gonna be updating with PTV (Poison, Toxin, Venom) Hopefully I'll be able to update them both equally. And don't worry, I'm gonna be updating PTV soon. This story was heavily based on the Egyptian Goddess Sehkmet, and was inspired by playing two video games. (Bayonetta and Skullgirls: Encore) Once again, this is a horror story. There will be blood and gore, and even demonic references. Nudity and sexual themes will be included as well. (I just felt I should put some kind of warning in the story. I should have probably done the same with PTV) I have high hopes for this story. (By the way, I wrote the song in the story. "My Perfect Boy" I own this.) I will see you all soon, and I hope you enjoy the story.