Patricia's POV
I lost my soul. I lost my soul. I lost my soul. No matter how many times I say it, I can never make any sense of it. It was like being in a dream. No. A nightmare. Moving along through life in a haze, unable to control a single thing I did. I tried to hurt people. People whom I loved, and the worst part was this didn't bother me at all. Getting my soul back, I thought, would be freedom. Everything would go back to normal. Only it didn't. Whoever, or whatever, was controlling me didn't go away. It just faded. Now it was just a voice in my head. Urging me to ruin lives, take lives. Everyday I could feel it gaining more power. It was like losing my soul all over again.
Robert's POV
All my work was in ruins. My desk lay in pieces on the ground. The five sarcophagi surrounded me, taunting. My failure was unforgivable. I had failed Ammit. I had failed myself. It was over. All over. All my work for nothing. A sudden fit of rage swelled in me. It was her fault. All her fault. My own great-granddaughter had done this to me. I kicked angrily at the nearest sarcophagus, causing it to slam open. Then I noticed something, and all at once my rage died away. The back of the sarcophagus was burnt, charred black.
"Who was in this sarrcofiggi?" I wondered out loud.
"Patricia" said Caroline, who had been standing in the doorway, watching me intently for almost an hour, waiting for orders
I could hardly believe it. I had done it. Ammit had entered the mortal world, attached to Patricia's soul.
Patricia's POV
Things started getting even stranger. I now frequently would find myself somewhere in the school with no recollection of ever going there. As the days dragged on, I remembered less. Hours would pass that I had no memory of. One time I had woken up to find that I had forgotten an entire day.
Patricia's POV
The clock was moving at a snails pace. I swear sometimes it runs backwards. Ms. Denby is rambling on about something ( and I have no interest in listening long enough to find out what). Finally the bells rings. I let out a sigh of relief, then hurry to gather my bag. One more class and the day is over. I stand up and nearly run out of the room.
I'm standing in the kitchen. I glance at the clock. Two hours have passed. These blackouts were really getting on my nerves. I became aware that I was holding something. A large kitchen knife.
Kill him.
I ignored it and went to put the knife down, but found I couldn't move my arm.
Kill the Osirian.
I couldn't move at all now.
Then something forced me to take a step. Then another.
Stop! I thought. Why are you doing this!?
I will not wait any longer. I have waited to enter the mortal world for too long. I will not wait any more.
I was now in the hallway.
Kill the Osirian. Kill him! Then I shall rise. Every mortal will know of I, Ammut!
I'm sorry. I know it's pretty rushed. Trying to get it all published before the real finale (probably won't happen). Hope you guys like it. Next chapter will be up soon.
