I do not own The Mummy or any of the plot or characters. However I do own Lexi.
Story start
"Lexi grab that bag," Dr. Chamberlain yelled. I growled in annoyance as I picked up the heavy bag of tools. "Stupid woman," Dr. Chamberlain muttered as he walked up the gangplank of the boat that would be taking us down the Nile River.
Fire rose in my eyes when I heard his insult. "Stupid, you're the stupid one, you stupid sexist Egyptologist. What I would give to throw this bag at your head with that ridiculous hat," I thought as I carried the bag up the gangplank. My long onyx hair blew in the wind and I sighed at the smell of Egypt around me. I loved Egypt. This is my first time being here, but just something inside of me feels at home in Egypt.
"Hurry up Lexi," Dr. Chamberlain yelled as he marched to his room. I rolled my eyes. "I swear some days that that man has something shoved up his butt," I thought as I followed the sexist Egyptologist. I would not have any problems with the guy if he would treat me like a person instead of some pack mull. I sighed as I set the bag of tools in his room and walked out. Dr. Chamberlain slammed the door of his room behind me as I walked out.
The sound of the slam made me jump a bit, but not too much. I was getting use to the man's temper by now. I still found it hard to believe that I had actually agreed to work for Dr. Chamberlain as a request from my father's will. My mother died when I was born and my father was my whole life until he also passed away. He left me last year. It almost broke me, but I resolved myself to live on. However living as Dr. Chamberlain's assistant was not what I was hoping for.
I sighed as I walked over to the edge of the boat and looked at my reflection in the water. My grey eyes reflected back at me. They looked so lifeless at the moment. I've done many things in this life that I'm not proud of, but I did not expect my eyes to look so dead. I sighed as I ran a hand through my onyx hair. It was parted to the side and cascaded to the middle of my back.
I had full sized lips that were great for pouting when I was younger, but I no longer have the need or urge to pout. I just have to be serious and go about my business. I don't think I've had any thing with the word or meaning of fun in a long time. My white button up shirt hugged to my curves as the wind blew. I looked down and smiled at my Kaki pants and my brown boots. You will not be seeing me in a dress or skirt any time at all. My line of work, which is going on trips or excavation sites with Dr. Chamberlain, is not a good place for a girl in a dress.
I looked back at my reflection in the Nile River and smiled at my tan skin. I spent all the time in the sun and it shows. However my skin is already a little darker naturally because I'm not a full American. My mother was an Egyptian. My father would tell me stories all the time of how he met her and how they fell in love. Now when I was younger it was all sweet and like a fantasy. It always put a romantic scene into my head whenever I thought of Egypt.
The sound of an English woman's voice speaking loudly came to my attention. I looked over at the gangplank and saw a woman and two men boarding the boat. One of the men looked American and he looked like someone who enjoyed the use of a gun. I smirked as I felt my own gun in my pocket. However I preferred the feel of a blade in my hands. Blades were just more fluid in my opinion. They also made me feel deadlier. Sad to say, but I've killed people in my time. Even though I'm only twenty four years old, I have had to kill a few people for my own survival.
I laughed out loud, which I could not help, when I heard the other man with the woman tell a joke. The man looked at me and let out a smile. I could tell by his eyes that he could be sneaky and his hands were very quick with their movements. "I better watch my pockets," I thought as the man approached me.
"Why hello there, the name's Johnathon," the guy said as he stuck his hand out towards me. I looked at his hand before placing my hand in his. I went to shake it but he brought my hand up to his lips and placed a small kiss on my hand. I raised one of my eyebrows at him curiously. First time any guy has ever done that to me; most guys just see me in pants and think I'm weird.
"My name is Lexi," I said when I slid my hand out of his hold. Johnathon stood up straight and gave me a smile again.
"Pleasure to meet you," Johnathon said as he stood beside me and gazed at the slowly disappearing port. The boat had started a few seconds after Johnathon walked towards me.
"So what brings a girl like you out here?" Johnathon asked curiously.
I let out a small yawn and said, "Work." Johnathon nodded but seemed like he wanted to pry more, but I was not going to give anymore information away. I was not about to tell some random man that I was on an expedition to find Hamunaptra. I would probably be given so many crazy looks that it would not be good.
"What brings a guy like you out here?" I asked as I leaned my arms and head on the railing. Johnathon went silent for a few moments and I caught him staring at my butt. I sighed and pushed away from the railing. "Never mind," I muttered as I went to walk away.
"Wait," Johnathon said as he grabbed my wrist. It was the wrist where I kept a blade hidden and I resisted the urge to reveal it. "I'm here with my sister to go on an adventure," Johnathon said. I could tell that he was hiding something big, but so was I so I just let it go.
"Well have fun on your adventure Johnathon, maybe we will speak to each other again before the ride is over, but now I must excuse myself," I said as I pulled my wrist out of his grip. Johnathon just gave me a little bow and winked at me. I just turned away from him and walked to my room. However my wrist, the one he had grabbed, felt lighter than normal. I shrugged it off and headed to my room. I unbuttoned my shirt and lied down to sleep for a while.
A few hours later, when the night sky was all the eyes could see up above, I woke up. I sighed and sat up in the bed. I saw that my sleeves had been pushed up my arms a bit during my sleep. I moved them back in place before gasping. I quickly pushed back up my sleeve and my eyes widened in shock before narrowing in rage.
"I'll kill him," I whispered as I jumped off the bed after seeing that my most treasured dagger was missing from my wrist. I picked up my sheathed katana and quickly pulled off the sheath. I'm trained in many different styles of sword fighting with different types of blades. However the katana seems to suit the amount of damage I'm wishing to inflict upon this man, the man that dared to steal the first dagger that my father ever bought me.
My shirt was still all the way unbuttoned, showing my white lace bra to anyone I passed, as I stormed out of my room and to the bar and card playing area. Some of the other Americans that were in my expedition group gave me wide mouth and wide eyed looks of lust and surprise as I approached their table. I ignored their looks as I found my target or in this case, my prey.
I smirked devilishly when Johnathon did not realize his card mates had paused until it was too late. My blade was at his throat as I growled in his ear. "Give back my dagger, or I'll be happy to take it from you," I hissed lowly as my eyes raged with my inner fury.
Johnathon swallowed nervously as he slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out my dagger. He held it up and I took it from his hand and slipped it into the holder on my wrist. "Good boy," I whispered with an evil smirk as I slowly moved my blade away from his neck. I nicked his neck just a little and he hissed at the burn of the cut. A think trickle of blood appeared and I wiped my katana clean as I backed away from the table.
Johnathon turned around and I could tell he was about to gripe at me for cutting, but it seemed that cat got his tongue. Most women would quickly cover themselves in such a situation, but I did not care. None of these men would be touching me anyways, so they can fantasize all they want after this. I'm proud of my body and everything private is covered. I walked forward and closed Johnathon's mouth. "Never steal from me," I whispered before turning away and heading back to my own.