A Pharaoh and His Simpletons Chapter 1
Kahmunrah surveyed the damage in the storage room. He could not believe his own stupidity! Once he took a closer look at the place, he could easily see how Ahkmenrah had escaped; he would have done the same thing in his place. How had he missed that window?! Yet another ridiculous error of judgment,-he could not afford another. Now, one of his most important assets was gone!
How does an evil pharaoh deal with making mistakes? He blames them on his minions, of course.
"So, let me ask you gentlemen something," Kahmunrah stated frankly. His thugs were all gathered around him in his makeshift throne room. They knew they were in trouble; by now, they had learned that Kahmunrah was angriest when he seemed to be at his calmest. "Earlier tonight, I gave four of you the simple task of guarding my significantly younger brother. Keep him tied up, in an empty storage room, behind a single, locked door, which you four would stand around. Simple, right?" The knights nodded, not daring to say a word. "And what do I find? A crude stack of boxes, a shattered window, but no pharaoh. Can you imagine how this might displease me?" He inquired, his voice growing steadily calmer by the minute. The four knights being interrogated shuffled around uncomfortably. One of them had the gal to mutter something.
"Excuse me, what did you say?"Silence answered, but it was too late. "I'm sorry, could you speak up a little bit? Repeat that last sentence for me." By now, his tone was completely, dangerously monotone.
The unfortunate knight was shoved forward. Realizing there was no way out of the interrogation, he replied shakily,"But, Pharaoh, forgive us, but shouldn't you have also spotted the window? True, it was high up, but if your baby brother could see it..."
In seconds, Kahmunrah was practically chest-butting him. "Are you suggesting that I am an idiot? Or that I should be more observant, perhaps?" The unfortunate knight was quacking so hard, his armor looked like it was about to break apart. "Or perhaps, even worse, you are suggesting you're smarter than I am? I, YOUR LEADER!" Cowering, the knight wasn't even able to wipe the spittle from his face plate. Sadly, things only got worse for him. Unleashing a miniscule part of his rage, Kahmunrah dragged him all the way over to the pond outside before roughly shoving him in. The poor individual was left floundering in the water, with his heavy armor and gravity trying to drag him to a watery grave.
Looking surprisingly unruffled, the insane ex-ruler went back inside, ignoring the stunned, horrified stares surrounding him. "Does anyone else wish to provide some insight?" Dead silence. "No? Wise decision, gentlemen, very wise, indeed. NOW, unless any of you wish to join our friend for a bath I would suggest you recover our prisoner..." The next thing he knew, Napoleon was sounding an alarm (or at least he thought he was,-his French wasn't the best). "Excuse me, Monsieur, English, please!"
"The night guard! He is escaping!"
Snatching the telescope from Napoleon's hands, Kahmunrah spied Larry and Amelia running out of the building. "He's not trying to unlock the code, he's trying to escape!" he said, incredulous. Well, all bets were off, then. "After them,-hurry! Go, GO! Let's move it people, let's go! Without that tablet, we have nothing!"
First Ahkmenrah, now the tablet? What else could go wrong tonight?! At least he could do something to get the relic back, though; if Mr. Daley wouldn't listen to reasonable, polite demands, then he would listen to more frightening intimidation. Now, how to broadcast his demands throughout this museum... Just then, he spotted some speakers. Smirking, he turned to his sidekicks. "Which one of you knows how to operate one of those?"
What do you think? I thought it might be fun to play around with a villain for a bit, try to get inside his head. As usual, please leave your wonderful comments below. :)