Hello! I hope you enjoy chapter 12!
The German streets were full of life, especially in the heart of Berlin. And For the first time at the museum. The exhibits came to life, never having done so before. It was a wonderful, new experience. They were unsure as to why it was happening, but each exhibit found it comforting.
In an enormous storage room, just in the back of the museum, Ahkmenrah felt himself awaken. He saw the darkness of the sarcophagus and immediately pushed on the lid. It wouldn't budge, even when he shook the top. Flashbacks of the old days in the museum flooded in his heart. He breathed heavily as he slammed his palms against the lid.
"Let me out!" He screamed," Please! Please!"
He heard a click, and the lid flew off. Ahk sat up, breathing calming. He looked around and saw that the whole family was in a large cage. He got up from the tomb, and walked around. Soon after, his parents had awoke. His father helped his mother out, the confusion arising.
"Where are we?" Merenkahre asked, only getting an echo of a reply.
The three huddled together in the dark of the museum. They waited for someone that had to be in the shadows. That had to hear them and unlock their sarcophaguses. Suddenly, a dark and sinister cackle filled the room. They turned to see a young man dressed in all black. His blue eyes brought some color to the night. He ran his hands through dark hair, a toothy grin upon his face.
"I suppose you're vondering vhy you are here," he said in a strong German accent," de answer ist simple. You have all zat I vant. Including (he pulled the tablet out from behind) zis."
The three reached for their artifact, begging for it in their arms. The young man raised an eyebrow at the way they tried for the tablet. It was like dogs begging for the last juicy, red steak. To the German man, it was hilarious. To the Egyptians, it was ridiculous.
"Tell us what you want with it!" Ahkmenrah exclaimed.
Then an older man with green eyes and brown hair walked into the room with two people on each side. A Native American woman with bare feet and a deer-skin dress stood before them. The other person was a mannequin with an WWII uniform on. All three were serious looking, but the older man seemed more human than the others. Well, it was obvious.
"Hey kid," the man in the middle said," we have two more to our army."
"Ah, excellent!" The German man exclaimed, walking to them," I velcome you to our army. You must be Pocahontas."
"And a sergeant from the second World War."
The two stared at each other, then the man in black. He lead the two over by the prisoners and asked them to stand by them. Each one went to a side. Ahkmenrah studied the older gentleman. He glared at the royals, then staggered off. Whoever he was, he wasn't to be trusted at all.
"Now zen," he continued," the reason I vant your tablet. It's to build my army- one zat can harness the magic of ze gods! With zis tablet and one more relic-"
"You cannot harness the magic of our gods," the older pharaoh protested," not without-
"Sir," the American man exclaimed with something in his hands," I have found it."
"Excellent Steve," he said," bring it to me!"
The name Steve seemed so familiar to Ahkmenrah. But why? How could this American be so- that's when it clicked. Could this be Steve Lainy- father to Jewel? Then again, it could've been a coincidence. The man brought a staff over to the younger man.
The staff was silver with a golden tip. It had patterns of Cobras on it and two of each jewel (Ruby, Emerald, Diamond, Topaz, and Amethyst.) going down each side. The German proudly took it and showed it to the prisoners. They gasped at the sight of the well-known, Egyptian relic.
"Ra's staff," they gasped out.
"There isn't a chance someone like yourself can wield the staff," Ahk teased.
"I can handle it, you little veasal, " the man cackled," Now that I have zis, I can take over all of humanity. Ze people vill chant my name: Vicktor, Vicktor. I can just imagine it now."
"You won't get away with this," Ahkmenrah spoke up," The Guardian of Brooklyn and my Jewel of Brooklyn will stop you!"
Vicktor turned to Steve and they began to laugh. To them, it was hilarious that those two would stop the duo. Especially the woman. Vicktor stopped laughing, whispered "da mihi potestatem" with his thumb on a sapphire blasted the young pharaoh. Ahkmenrah grabbed his chest, pain surging through his heart. He fell to his knees for a second.
"Son!" Merenkahre and his wife exclaimed, reaching out for their stricken son while Vicktor laughed.
"Some of his energy has gone into my hands," he explained," und he has just gotten a little bit weaker. Und vill continue to get veaker until I have harnessed all of his energy!"
The two men began to leave, cackling loudly. They couldn't wait for the arrival of the Americans. Ahkmenrah breathed slowly, regaining the strength he had. He nervously grabbed the bars in front of him, trying to get a clear idea of what had just happened. His parents were bothering him with questions such as "Are you alright?" and saying things like "My poor, sweet child." But he wasn't worried at all.
"What is it son?" Merenkahre asked, watching the pharaoh.
A slight smile leapt on his face, as he began to speak.
"The Guardian of Brooklyn, our friends and Juliet," he said," will come save us, I just know it."
"I highly doubt zat," Vicktor said, entering the room and unlocking the cage. He violently took the young man out, handcuffing him and walking away.
"Bring my son back now!" the Egyptian king exclaimed, but the German director only cackled, walking off with the American guard and their poor victim. The nights ahead would only just seem worse.