This world can turn me down
But I won't turn away
And I won't duck and run
Cause I'm not built that way
When everything is gone
There is nothing left to fear
This world can't bring me down
No, cause I'm already here.
"duck and run" by 3 doors down
Chapter 4
The room was coated with a heavy silence, each person weary of the man still kneeling half way on the bed. Imhotep's eyes lit with anger. His eyes traveled towards the cowering man against the wall, now that he could get a good look at him; hence the light wasn't on before the other three mortals came in. He was the coward, the one that ran screaming when danger presented itself. Mortals were truly week. Imhotep smirked at the cowering mortal, he watched as panic settled on the mortal's facial expression. It made him feel better about being brought back. (a/n: poor Jonathon, he's so mean that mummy guy, but not for long) His charcoal eyes drifted from Jonathon, back towards the mortal who had him at gun point. Rick trained a 45 caliber on the deceased mummy. Rick watched as the mummy moved to look at Jonathon, then looked back towards him. Rick's eyes narrowed.
"Jonathon, what did you do this time?!" said Rick, never taking the gun off of its intended target. Jonathon snapped out of his fear induced trance. Hurt settled within Jonathon's heart, not that he was going to show it. He would not show them that every time they blamed every bad thing on him. Instead he masked it with shock.
"W-what I did? I didn't do anything!" he said from his place against the wall. Evie and Alex had stayed quiet through the whole ordeal too shocked to say anything; you would think something like this wouldn't shock them considering all the other times they had tried to stop him.
"Well you must have done something!" said Rick never taking his eyes off of the figure on the bed.
"Well I didn't, if I did I would have known" said Jonathon completely forgetting what had transpired earlier that evening. Jonathon stared at Rick before his gaze traveled towards the supposed to be dead, dead guy. Jonathon's breath unknowingly hitches. The sight before him was simply beautiful, all that brawn tawny skin and sinew kneeling on the bed. Holy bullox I did not just think that! He screamed in his head, his hands gripped the amulet in his hand. He had forgotten he was holding it; he opened his palm and stared at the beautifully carved gold. His eyes widened slightly before his eyes darted towards the mummy, then back at the amulet, then the mummy, he did this several times. Evie noticed and decided to question.
"Jonathon what is it?" she said
"Umm…I might have done something" he said with a nervous laugh, his hand traveled to the back of his neck and began to rub against soft pale skin, it was nervous jester he had ever since he was a kid. Imhotep watched the exchange from his now sitting position on the bed; he may have been in spirit form that did not mean his legs got tired from that position.
"Jonathon" said Rick in a seething motion, his teeth clenched; his knuckles turned white as they gripped the gun's handle tighter. Jonathon put his hands out in front of him as a way of protection, which wasn't really much from a majay who didn't even know he was one till three months ago.
"It's not like I meant too!" he said, "I was just looking at it, and then I looked at the back and there was this inscription and I read it!" he was getting kind of scared of the look Rick was giving him at the moment. Rick's eyes had strayed away from Imhotep to stare at Jonathon, his gun never left its intended target though.
"Not like you meant too! Jonathon you never think before you do something!" Rick was beyond pissed, Rick wasn't even aware that he was advancing on Jonathon, this time Rick went over the edge this time. There was an evil dead mummy in his house, sitting on the bed, and he wasn't supposed to be pissed. (a/n: I don't rally like Rick so I'm going to make him a bad guy!!) Jonathon stared at the pissed of man before him, hurt was settling in, his throat was becoming tight; the hurt was most likely being projected from his eyes.
"Yes I do" Jonathon said in a small voice. Imhotep watched the exchange; he saw the hurt in the mortal mans blue eyes. He was pleased to see it, but somewhere deep, deep , deeeeeeep down it made him want to rip out the mans throat for hurting the mortal coward, who he guessed was called Jonathon from what they were calling him. Rick's eyes flashed.
"No you don't" he practically snarled. Jonathon's head dipped down, he could feel his eyes prickling, he should not cry, he will not cry, not because of this, he's been through much worse then this; but maybe Rick was right, maybe he really didn't think things through. He couldn't control the hurt that that flashed through him, his shoulders began to shake. He couldn't control the self-loathing he felt at himself at the moment, his hand tightened around the amulet, its cold surface pulsed growing warm. Imhotep felt a slight tingling before he was washed with emotion, of sadness and self-loathing, his coal black eyes were trained on Jonathon. Feeling emotion like this was not right, he had felt it once a long time ago. It was not something anyone should feel even if they were the enemy. Evie saw the effects that Rick's words were having on Jonathon. Jonathon didn't always think, but that didn't mean he didn't the rest of the time. Evie knew how sensitive Jonathon was even if he didn't show it to others, he was like this ever since he was little, he was always teased for being scrawny and a coward, but he was strong. He stuck up for his baby sister more times then once, but never for himself. Rick grabbed Jonathon by his collar. Rick was going to far. Imhotep watched the scene unfold, and this strange urge to protect this mortal washed over him. His eyes narrowed. He could do nothing in this form. He didn't have to not with a raging woman walking up to her enraged husband.
"Rick, stop it!" Evie said angry clearly evident in her gaze and form. One small tear trickled down Jonathon's face. Rick turned his gaze to his wife; he saw the anger in her face and was snapped back towards reality. He snapped his head towards Jonathon, he saw the tear run down his cheek, he looked at the grip he held Jonathon in, it was a tight one closing off his oxygen, and with his quick lightning fast reflexes he released Jonathon.
"Sorry Jonathon" said Rick, Jonathon ignored him and slid down the wall. His gazed fixed on his feet beyond his bent knees. Alex saw the happens and could not believe his own dad had done this. Alex walked towards Jonathon.
"Uncle Jonathon" said Alex as he kneeled before his uncle. Jonathon looked up from his feet and looked into the face of his concerned nephew. His eyes strayed towards the clock. It read 3:15pm.
"I'm fine, and you should go to bed, you have school tomorrow" he said with a reassuring smile. Evie noticed how her brother covered up his sadness; he will most likely want them to go so he could collect him. Evie smiled a little smile and hugged her brother. Jonathon hugged her back.
"You go get some sleep, and we'll with this predicament tomorrow, just the two of us." She whispered. Jonathon nodded and smiled. Evie turned towards her husband furious.
"And you" she said poking him in the chest. "We need to talk, Alex get to bed" she said Alex nodded and gave his uncle a hug before he clambered out of the room. Evie escorted her husband outside of the room and down that hall. Jonathon laid his head against the wall, closed his eyes and sighed. Imhotep watched the scene and was kind of touched at the family love, though he still had this insatiable erg to rip this Rick's neck out. Not only that but he also had this weird erg to comfort the mortal coward, of course he wasn't going to they were just erg's nothing more, nothing less. Sounds of screaming fill the halls outside the door, they were slightly muffled but the two occupants of the room could catch some snippets of it.
"Ashamed….you don't know him….not a coward..." it was obviously Evie, the way she stuck up for her brother, a small smile graced Jonathon's lips. Last how ever was very much heard.
"Your sleeping on the sofa!!"
Jonathon cringed, sleeping on the sofa was horrible, and it was uncomfortable and just not right. And he felt a little pity for Rick, not a lot just a little. Jonathon's eyes traveled towards the bed, and his eyes locked with black shimmering orbs. It was like a life time past before Jonathon went to turn off the light before he went to bed. Maybe if he ignored the mummy it would go away, or maybe he was dreaming and no of what just happened really took place, it was a hope, a small one that was most likely not true, but a hope none the less. Imhotep had taken up residence in the darkest corner once again. His strong gaze never leaving Jonathon's form, not even after he had fallen asleep. Imhotep was confused by the simple mortal feelings that transpired in him a few moments passed. It was best not to dwell on the confusion for the rest of the night; he had all day tomorrow to do that. Slowly Imhotep's eyes closed, and darkness consumed his mind.
TBC…………….
A/N: so how was this? Long enough for you all? I hope it is satisfactory, and poor, poor Jonathon, soon you will have your precious Imhotep, soon indeed…MUHAHAHAHA…cough…anyway please leave a review. See yha.
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