This is the Sanubis story I was talkin' about in Annoy Kane's and Friends. This is one of my many ideas for a chance of Sanubis! I hope this one lasts longer than some of my other stories. Don't even remind me of Recognition . that was quite the fail story. Hope this one's better!

I swear, I don't know how it happened; but one second I was walking home all happy and Sadie-like, then I was assaulted by four burly magicians. They were huge and could easily pass for pro wrestlers. The maliciousness in their eyes didn't look too promising. They jumped out at me from behind.

"Well, what do we have here? Blood of the pharaohs all alone?" the first one said.

I whipped out my wand, "Listen here, street scum," I growled, "get out of my way and no one gets hurt."

They advanced, "You'd like it that way, wouldn't you?" the second one said, flicking my wand and bag out of my hands.

I made an undignified whimpering sound and backed against the graffiti-covered wall. Sadie Kane does not whine, darn it! I looked around; it was 2:00 in the morning, so no one could hear us.

Alright, I know what you're thinking, "Why on earth were you walking home from something at two in the morning?" I was at a Liz's birthday party, of course it lasted that long because Liz is Liz. So don't criticize me being that stupid, Dad already did.

I prayed to any god I could remember in the urgency of the situation. Anubis, Isis, Set (I was desperate, okay?), Osiris, help me! Of course, with my luck, there was no answer. What was I expecting? Did I expect for them all to come rushing out from the corner beating up the baddies?

The third one sent a spell that pounded me harshly against the cold pavement. I tasted a familiar metallic taste. Blood. I realized with a chill. He levitated me five feet above the ground before slamming me into a nearby barbwire fence.

I had never felt so powerless in my life, it was a bad feeling. It was like how a rag-doll feels, tossed around at a cruel persons will. In the face of humiliation and terror, I cried.

What am I doing? Sadie Kane does NOT cry!

I found hidden strength deep within me, "Hey ugly!" I called to the fourth one who had scars all over his face. I was going to take this one the Sadie way, "Do you mind if I call you Face of Horror? That's who you could pass for anyway."

He growled and stepped on me, cracking some ribs. I exhaled sharply, that was going to leave a mark. My vision got blurrier and bloodier as the gruesome foursome beat me to a pulp. My breaths became short and rugged.

The first one stopped suddenly, "I think she's had enough." He sniggered, looking down on my battered body.

They walked away as if nothing happened. I was very tempted to go, "IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?" but I'm not THAT naïve. The fourth one came running back, "That'll teach you to be an enemy of Desjardins (A/N Did I spell his name right?)." he spat before giving me another kick.

I was going to bash that French creep's freaking head in. I'll teach him to mess with blood of the pharaohs! I sat up but felt a wave of nausea and quickly lay back down. Moving was out of the option.

I heard fast-paced footsteps, someone running towards me. My first thought was, Ugh, ugly and his rag-tag team of buffoons are back, "Lady Kane!" they yelled. Wait, who called me that again? Starts with an 'a'…. Andrew? Andy? Ally? Akhsajknrgkj? Whoever it was, I was grateful that they were there.

They kneeled beside me with a look of concern in their brown eyes. Heh, their eyes were very pretty, like chocolate… Whoa, mental slap, please! I'm not retarted, I'm too awesome! Wait, pretty brown eyes? It had to be Anubis.

"It's about time." I mumbled, slapping him. It would've hurt if I had the strength, but I was flat-out exhausted.

He took my hand tightly in his, on a normal occasion, I would've blushed, "I must get you to Isis." He whispered urgently, picking me up.

All I could do was watch blood trickle down his shirt…my blood.

I woke up on a lush bed of flowers. They were every color of the rainbow, and more! I didn't even remember falling asleep, but after a near-death experience, details don't really matter.

The room had no roof, just blue skies, puffy clouds, and chirping birds. Rather than walls, there were columns all around the room. Green vines wrapped around the columns, bottom to top. The floor was simply green grass and even more flowers. I'm not one for girly things, but it was all so pretty I just had to admire the scenery.

A beautiful woman stood by a golden table, her back to me. She had wings of many colors and I knew who it was, "Isis," I moaned, "what are you doing here? Am I dead? What is this place?" questions poured out of my mouth.

She turned around and smiled at me, "I am here because this is my realm. No, child, you are very much alive. Like I said, this is my realm." She answered every one of my questions, "Now, what happened to you, child?"

I poured out the whole story, how the four magicians beat on me, and how the ugly one told me about how I was an enemy of Desjardins. She nodded, not interrupting.

"Desjardins, that slippery eel…" She mused.

A chipmunk with fat cheeks settled on my arm. I sat up, disturbing it, and looked around frantically, "Where's Anubis?" I asked urgently.

She smiled again and pointed to me. I tilted my head, much like he did…wait, like he did? Was I…hosting him?

Erm…Anubis? You there? I tested.

His voice came loud and clear, Hello, Lady Kane.

My eyes widened and I felt like the day I learned that Isis was in my head, "Ohhh, why is he in there?" I asked, pulling at my hair.

Isis opened her mouth to speak, but Anubis got to it before her. The damage done to you was too great. You would have died if I had not hosted you. Isis could not do it, what with the Apophis search and all that, and we had no time to get another god so…

I calmed a bit, what he said was pretty reasonable. The only reason I was worried, was because he would know my thoughts on him. Let me tell you, if one day he asks, "What on earth does 'he is too sexy!' mean?" then I will lock myself in my room and never come out.

Hey, Anubis, you seem to have more power than Isis. I have a strange feeling of…winning.

He mentally sighed, Let me guess, you drink tiger blood and have Adonis DNA?

"Don't you sass me with Charlie Sheen jokes!" I yelled.

Isis seemed mystified, "I never said this 'Charlie Sheen' joke that you speak of." She said, dabbing at my forehead with a wet cloth.

"No, not you! Him!" I said, pointing at my forehead.

A colorful parrot caw-ed back at me, "Him! Him! Him!"

Isis gave me a porcelain teacup full of murky green thick water, "Drink this." She ordered.

I eyed the substance suspiciously. It was chunky and smelled of eggs and frankly, I wasn't too excited to drink it, "Ah, no, I'll pass on that." I said, pushing the concoction away.

She pushed the drink towards me a little forcefully, "It will help with your wounds." She claimed.

I was aware of a throbbing feeling on my stomach. I closed my eyes. It's bad isn't it. It wasn't a question.

Very. Anubis agreed, nodding his invisible head.

I wrinkled my nose in disgust and held my breath. Pinching my nose, I swallowed the horrid 'drink' in one gulp. My eyes stung and my throat burned, I began to cough. That stuff tasted worse than…well, just about anything.

Isis, once satisfied that I swallowed it all, walked out of the room to let me rest. I took it as an opportunity to look at my stomach. As soon as I lifted up my shirt, I regretted it. There was a huge gash running diagonally across my belly. Admit it; you've probably always wanted such a cool scar, right? Well, once you get it, you won't want it.

Oh, calm down. I have seen worse. Plus, since you have such a flat stomach, it is not as bad. Anubis told me. I was a bit flattered at the 'flat stomach' part; I took it as a compliment.

I suppose he was right… Okay, Death Boy; if you're going to be stuck in my head, we need to set a few rules.

1. When I'm getting dressed or going to the loo, you close your eyes (if you have them in this form).

2. Don't even think about taking control of my body.

3. Annoy me too much, and I'll host my dad instead.

4. Tell NO ONE that I'm stuck hosting you, not even my dad.

5. You're going to help me get revenge on the French brat.

He scratched his imaginary head, Seems fair, I can comply.

I smiled, knowing that he would keep his word, and settled down on the flower bed. If I was going to act like everything was normal and get my revenge on Desjardins, rest would be a necessity.

Goodnight, Anubis.

Night, Sadie.

Oooooooh, Desjardins' gonna get iiiiiit! I'll take a little longer to update to add more detail for this story, I hope it lasts longer than some of my others :/ review and get a shirtless Anubis! Literally, it will say:

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