I really hope you enjoy this story, because this one will be shorter than the first one. I apologize for this in advance, but it won't be too much shorter. Anyways, enjoy and I don't own Night at the Museum.
Brother...was it Kahmunrah, the one who murdered him for the throne? After all of these years and he finally returned to the family. He was dangerous- why would any of these people let him loose? Didn't they realized he was in that tight casket for a reason? Pondering the thoughts of his evil brother, Ahkmenrah was stopped when Julius put his arm out in front of them. He and the other two stepped back to reveal Kahmunrah sitting on an Egyptian throne. His cold eyes showed fake sympathy and lovingness to all of the trapped people.
"Mother, father" he said, hugging them close.
The two looked away from their son, disappointment growing in their eyes. Their evil son had returned, but they wanted nothing to do with him. After all, the king and queen had really been upset with him ever since Ahk's death. He arose and looked to his brother.
"My little brother," he said in a whisper," what a pleasant surprise."
Ahkmenrah couldn't look his brother in the eyes without thinking of his betrayal. He didn't let go of that- he never did. The young pharoah wished it would leave his mind and never return. But it always stuck there, because of both shock and the potential that one day, it might be needed. And he knew the memory's purpose now.
"Do not go anywhere near me," he said, wrapping an arm protectively around his wife," or Jewel. You know what you've done and it has upset our family. How could you brother?"
Kah said nothing but looked away. His little brother- the favorite of their family. And although Ahk had been praised more than he did, there was no right to have murdered his brother over affection. Yet, he didn't see that through his withered heart. No matter, he had other plans to attend to. Turning back, he looked at Jewel (who was near death) and gave a bitter smile.
"I know why you're here,' he said, holding out creased and nearly ripped papers," to save your family, dear brother."
Ahk went to get them, but just as he walked in front of Julius, he was thrown to the ground. His wife helped him up immediately, saying it was not worth getting hurt. But it was worth it- to him at least! He wanted more than anything to have his family stay together. So, once more, he got up and pushed the dictator out of the way. Ahkmenrah angrily walked up to Kahmunrah, kicking his brother down and grabbing the spells.
"I think you've done enough,' he said, turning to his family," now, we must heal her before-"
Suddenly, Kah grabbed his little brother's ankle and slammed him down. He let go of the papers, and met something cold on his back. His older brother kicked him away, causing him to fall in the center of everyone. Pushing Julius away once more, Larry and Jewel kneeled beside him, making sure he was okay. Suddenly, his wife gasped to see his back had been cut with an extremely sharp blade. She ripped a part of her sleeve off and put it to his back in hopes of stopping the bleeding. Kah rose to look at the scene clearly.
"You monster," she whispered," how could you kill your own brother and damage him like this again? Do you expect everything to be fine and dandy when he returned?"
"I expected everyone to see how much better I was than him," Kahmunrah said,"I expected all of you to understand that he is a monster! But no one sees it, they think Ahk is the better child. Oh, if only you were to see that."
Ahkmenrah looked up at his brother, fury raging in his eyes. The young pharaoh made mistakes- as did everyone else- but he was known to be kinder to people. He wanted to help others and make a difference in the way they lived. Yet, Kahmunrah was a dictator for the people. He betrayed others and even killed his younger brother. Everyone but he could see that there was a monster inside of Kah. And they wanted to stop it.
Merenkahre swept past Julius with his wife to his side. He took his son by the collar, grabbing the spells from his hand. His mother only gave a disappointed look as the king ran past his son and to his people. Before he could conduct a spell, he froze. Both he and Shep stared into the eyes of the cold Medusa. As they turned to stone, Ahk begge, saying to 'please don't hurt them!' or 'Let them go!'.
"You don't get it, do you?" she asked the Egyptian king and queen," Kahmunrah is a free man. He will do what he wants and kill who he must. Killing Ahkmenrah was the only way to get any affection for him out of you. You always said his younger brother was better, that's why you gave him the right to become ruler, something he did not deserve!"
The two turned completely into stone, staring intently onward at the snake woman. Jewel and Larry had to hold Ahkmenrah back from preventing any near death scenes. But, all the young pharoah could do was cry in the arms of him lover. Larry stared angrily at Kah, who was helped up by his helpers. He grabbed the spells and pointed to his jackals that rounded the room.
"Now then," he said, setting the spells at his throne," if there are no further interruptions, I want my guards to take everyone...to the storage."
The jackals began to round up everyone, shoving them out of the room and down the hall. Octavius looked on, knowing he must do something about this whole thing. And both he and the victims had a plan to save this museum.