Wow the third chapter- I'm excited! Aren't you?
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The moment they saw their prince fall to his knees was the moment they almost leapt out of their sarcophagi, their concern was so great that it coiled like a snake in their gut. Making them anxious to reach their young pharaoh. The boy was doubled over using one hand to brace himself up while his other hand was at his throat. The long slender fingers almost wrapping around his neck as he struggled to breathe.
His long hair slipped over his slender shoulders like a curtain, hiding his face despite the fact that they all knew it had to be pale and bloodless thanks to this fit he seemed stuck in.
They took a moment or so to observe what happened next and were about to climb out of their sarcophagi and go to him when a man wearing an expensive suit entered the room and made a beeline right for Rapses.
Finally, after thirty thousand years the prince had been reincarnated. He thought as he approached the teen on the floor and paused just an inch or so from him to study the latest incarnation before he killed it and was just a bit startled to find that the ancient prince had been reborn as a teenage girl between the ages of sixteen and seventeen.
But wasn't surprising wasn't just the fact that Rapses soul now resided inside a teenage girl. No, what surprised him was when the girl leaned back and looked up at him. She was beautiful. Gorgeous even with her exotic lightly tanned skin, dark hair...and her eyes- All hail the ancient god's!
They were the most beautiful shade of green he had ever seen.
If he wasn't already planning to kill her and take the soul of Rapses, he just might have considered trying to become a family man and settling down with her. But then he would have her guards after him in ways that he could only imagine. And that wasn't good.
No, it would be far better to just kill her and take her soul.
The evil one was near. They could each feel his presence as tangibly as the wrappings of their bandages against their skin. Shifting in their sarcophagi, they each got ready to jump out and grab their pharaoh before the evil one could make his move.
Lexie finally regained her senses to find herself sitting back on her heels, her head tipped back so that she was looking up at the ceiling. Or at least she would have been if she hadn't found herself face to face with a tall man in his forties. I don't like the looks of this guy. She thought as she studied him.
He looked familiar. Almost as if she had seen him before.
Come with me Prince Rapses. You're father is waiting for you...
She shook her head as if to clear it as the predatory tone slithered through her head causing her head to throb painfully. Almost as if she had just been hit by something hard. She was pulled back into the vision for a moment and saw a man wearing purple placing his hand on a young boy's shoulder and smirking. A shiver of dread shot down her spine at that smirk.
It was just so- so terror inspiring that it made her feel sick.
But that wasn't the absolute worse part of it. No, the worse part was when she came back to her senses and found herself staring at the spitting image of pure evil standing over her and she felt her heart pounding in fear as a name slithered through her mind.
Scarab.
The dark one.
The evil one.
The murderer of hundreds of innocents.
What was a supposedly thirty thousand year old dead man doing standing next to her? Why was he alive? Breathing?
It's magic, She heard a child like voice say and blinked as the world seemed to stop for a moment.
Magic? She asked herself before growling and pushing the though ruthlessly aside and then countered, There's no such thing. Yay! Calm cool rationality 1. Idiocy, 0. And yet... Yet that man was still there. Staring at her in a really, really creepy/happy way.
Reminding her of Sweeny Todd, both the history of the man and the movie made to tell of him. Another shiver shot down her spine, this one more violent than the previous one. Causing her to start trembling as the man reached out and said in that sickly sweet voice of his, "Are you alright? Do you need help? Here take my hand."
She looked at his hand and got the mental image of a crocodile with it's mouth open, just waiting for her to place her hand in it so that it could snap it's jaws shut and was instantly reminded of what a guy on the Discovery channel had said. Remember, what goes in the croc's mouth- stays in it's mouth.
"Uh...thanks, but no thanks. I...don't like being touched." She said nervously.
The man had a mock hurt look on his face as he pulled his hand back slightly and said, "Oh? Forgive me. I didn't realize." His tone was practically oozing old world charm. But to her his tone was as offensive as the most lethal of poisons.
It made her mad that he thought she was so naive that she would fall for his act. "Tell me something sir, do I have the word 'moron' tattooed across my forehead?" She sneered at him as she slowly got to her feet while checking for any weapons that she could use to defend herself since she was certain that this man fully intended to harm her.
Scarab stared at her for a moment before his dark eyes flashed yellowish gold and he tilted his head slightly as if he were studying her. She knows who I am. But that was impossible. They hadn't ever met before, and she certainly couldn't know that she was the reincarnation of prince Rapses. Could she?
Could Rapses soul have somehow awakened and attempted to warn her of her impending fate?
"You know who I am." It wasn't a question. It was a statement he dared her to deny. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him then hissed.
"Murderer."
"Prince Rapses," Scarab said as he gave a little bow before standing up straight and saying, "I do believe I like this new incarnation of yours. I can't recall a time you ever looked so...cute."
Lexie gnashed her teeth and hissed at him like a cat before snarling in outrage, "You vile, manipulative, low down, scum sucking-"
"Nah-uh-" Scarab cut her off with a wave of his hand, freezing her vocal chords and effectively stopping her in mid rant. "Really Rapses, you should have learned better manners by now."
Lexie tried to speak, her mouth opening and closing several times before she decided to show what she thought of him using sign language. She finished her rant in a flurry of hand movements that were difficult for him to follow, but at the end, she got her point across by flipping him off. My, my. She had such uncharacteristicly aggressive behavior for a young woman.
A side effect of housing Rapses soul, he supposed.
The man stopped speaking and instead reached out and grabbed her by the front of her bulky sweater and lifted her up into the air, causing her eyes to widen in shock. Dear lord he was amazingly strong for such a frail looking guy. She opened her mouth to try screaming for help, but no sound came out...again. Making her wonder just what he had done to her.
All he had done was wave his hand.
Brilliant. I have a murderer who also happens to be a Jedi dangling me in the air threateningly and I can't even scream for help. Lexie thought, completely vexed by her current situation. She was so distracted by her thoughts that she missed the guy pulling a long jagged dagger made of solid gold from the inside of his blazer and raising it so that the light gleamed off of the blade, drawing her attention back to the man just in time to grab his wrist as he made to plunge the blade into her heart.
He growled and applied more pressure downward towards her chest as she held his arm in place and kicked with her legs. Her foot connecting with one of his knees, causing it to give out and send the two of them tumbling to the floor. Both struggling to get the upper hand on the other when she heard several loud crashing sounds followed by someone lifting the man off of her and throwing him across the room.
Feeling just a bit out of sorts, Lexie looked up to see who had saved her as someone else gently grasped her shoulders and pulled her back as another blade, this time a long silver one with a sharp and slightly curved blade appeared in front of her as a male voice said, "Stay close Rapses."
Oh dear god it was like she was at a super villain convention!
The crazies were just coming out of the woodworks now.
Looking at the figure in front of her, she noted the Egyptian attire the person was wearing. Including the strange half mask shaped like a falcon's face, the solid gold shoulder plates that had been made to look like wings. He held a bow in his hand and had a quiver of arrows slung over one shoulder. And his hands...were covered in armor like gloves with claw tips for the fingers.
