A/N: Hey! :D As of right now, I have written down, on paper, chapters 14- 17! I'm in the process of finishing the 18th chapter. YAY! So all I have to do is get it all onto my computer so I get them in here. Yay, two chapters in one day!
Chapter 13
What to do...
Just my luck, our horrid neighbor Nelly Boulevard burst through her door, looking ready to call the police again. "What's this racket?!" She demanded, screaming. "Shut up!" I screamed back. "Just shut up already, will you?! Cody's dead, and you're going to call the police for us making a 'racket'?"
Mum and Jonathan burst through our own door. "Who- Elizabeth, what- what happened?" Mum dropped next to me, and cradled me in her arms. "Sh, it's okay."
"He's dead!" I wailed. "Sh- she killed him, Mum, he's dead." I pulled Cody's face up, and cradled his head in my lap. "Cody, please," I whispered. "Please, please, don't die."
**Michelle**
I held my head between my hands. "It's my fault," I said quietly. "Don't say that." Elizabeth said quickly, scowling at the sky. "It's my sister's fault, not yours."
"But I'm just as much at fault as Isis is, Elizabeth. I let her in."
"No!" Elizabeth shouted. "Isis may be part of you, Michelle, but please don't blame yourself for her actions."
"It was with my hands, Elizabeth." I said sadly. "I killed him."
**Freddie Boath**
I ran my fingers through my hair and groaned. "I can't stop thinking about her," I complained to Mike, my agent. Warren, my best mate since High School (who also happened to be American), slammed his fist on the desk. "Fred, this has been going on far too long. It's been what- a week? Two? Get. Over. Her!"
"I can't, Warren! She's just…" I closed my eyes. "Mike, I want to do something different. I want to…I want to remake "Think about You", by Guns N' Roses."
Mike and Warren stared at me. "Dude, you-" Warren cracked up. "Are you- serious?" He laughed. "You actually want to sing?"
"Yes. Yes I do." Mike punched Warren lightly. "Okay then, Freddie. I guess we have a lot of work to do, huh?"
"Yeah," I sighed, and leaned back in my chair.
*Elizabeth*
"Mum carefully set me back down, and stood next to Jonathan. "Should we…" she choked back tears of her own. "Should we tell his parents?"
"No," I said. I looked up at my family. "I can't let…I can't have him stay dead." A crazy, stupid, dangerous plan formed in my mind. "But," Michelle said, frowning, "You need the Book of the Dead for" Michelle's eyes popped out when she realized what I wanted to do. "No!" she shouted. "Elizabeth, are you crazy?!"
"I prefer to see it as 'mad and obsessed'." I said. Jonathan frowned. "Elizabeth, please explain to me...how exactly do you plan on getting the Book? Last I remember, it was returned to the London Museum."
I winced. "About that, Jonathan..."
Michelle stared at me. "You- you didn't…keep it...did you?" I smiled apologetically. "Yeah, well, I had a feeling I'd need it sooner or later."
Mum glared at me. "Elizabeth, that…that is a priceless artifact! If it fell into the wrong hands…" she paled. "Elizabeth, what am I going to do with you?"
**Freddie**
I YouTube the song, and listened to it almost ten times. I clicked the replay button, and leaned back. I smiled. Yup, this was the perfect song. All I had to do was make sure Michelle listened to it... "-good friend of hers, died earlier. She wants to talk to Freddie." I took off my headphones and paused the music. "What's this?"
Warren took out a notepad from his jacket pocket. "Your lovely friend called earlier. A good friend of hers was mortally wounded, and she wants your help."
Mike shook his head. "Don't know how she thinks you'll be able to help."
I stood up. "Tell her I'm coming."
"But we don't know what"-
"Tell Michelle I'm on my way. Or I quit."
Warren snatched his IPhone from the coffee table and typed in her number from the notebook. As soon as I heard the dial tone, I took it away from him.
"H-hello?"
"Michelle? It's Freddie here."
"FREDDIE?! What the bloody-"
"I'm coming. I'll see you at your place in about an hour."
"An hour could be too late!" She shouted. "Sooner, Freddie, or…or…"
"Or what, Michelle? You'll never watch The Mummy movies again?" I smirked. "Or you'll watch Tomb of the Dragon Emperor?"
"Or I'll never talk to you again, not even if you are on your deathbed, you stupid, bloody sexy, amazing idiot!"
I laughed. "Am I really all of that?"
"Shut up! Just get over here as soon as I hang up, alright?"
The line went dead. I looked up, grinning. "Boys, I'm going out."
*Elizabeth*
I stared up at the sky, and let the raindrops splatter on my face. "Uncle," I whispered. "I need help. I know that there is more than my world. Can…can you help me?"
The sun flared a small bit, and I smiled. Of course he would. I was his favorite, the outcast among my own family. 'The Forgotten One'.
I blinked slowly, and what I saw next was not my front yard. It was different frames, like multiple tellys, with a girl in each one.
"Find them," Uncle whispered. "Find them all, Kaoma."
The visions dissipated in the air. I sat still for a few moments, staring sadly at Cody's burned chest. "I love you Cody," I whispered. "I'll bring you back."
I stood up, and stared at Michelle, my jaw set. "I'm going away for a little bit. Traveling, I guess. I'll be back."
"Shall we go now, Kaoma?"
"It's Elizabeth, Anubis." I snapped. "That's my name; use it."
"Very well; shall we go now…Elizabeth?"
"Yes. Take me to them, as my uncle said."
That wasn't too bad, right?
Elizabeth: Poor Michelle...I can't believe she actually believes she was the cause for Cody's death.
Nicole: Wow. Good thing Kayla has a little more sense than that.
me: Well, if she got put into Michelle's situation, Kayla would be the same, more or less...right?
Nicole: I guess so, yeah.
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