"A look, sweet girl, has come and gone across your face. Tell me, what'd you get to thinking?"
"Rawhead. I figured out how his powers work. His body can change any liquid to blood, and then back again. That's how he healed me. He used Andy's blood that was already touching him, transformed some of his own, and allowed Andy's heart to pull it up the veins." If Rawhead, from behind his cruel deer's skull for a head, could smile, he would have.
"Clever Khonsu. It's common to figure things out at the end of your life." I thought he wasn't having it before, but now he's really mad. Woodsman was confused.
"Andy's blood… I thought you were Andy … Khonsu? This is a trap." His jaw snapped shut as he raced toward the titanic liquid monster, aiming for the demon god floating trapped in the center of its massive chest. As he leapt from the edge of the cliff to strike a killing blow on both captor and captive, Khonsu tore a desperate wound into Andy's fingers with her own teeth. Rawhead's body around the wound shifted to the same shade as the blood pumping out of Khonsu, just as before. But this time, Khonsu allowed it to go further, the oblong bubble of a different red shade expanding to Rawhead's whole body.
"Khonsu! What are you doing?!" It seems he's caught on, think of something-
"I'm going to save us both!" As Rawhead leaned backward and to one side, Woodsman narrowly missed overhead, landing unharmed in the forests beyond. Like so many times before, Khonsu summoned forth the moonlight within him, and starting from the wound came the transformation of blood to light.
"Khonsu! You can't do this!" Woodsman raced from the woods, stopping at Rawhead's feet, somehow climbed up the blood colossus at an alarming rate.
"YES-" Andy's veins and arteries expanded threateningly from the strain. "-I-" Rawhead was almost entirely moonlight, certainly dead. "-CAN!" Khonsu turned both palms toward his enemy, both combatants blinded by rage and confusion and unloaded the full force akin to an orbital laser cannon capable of destroying entire planets, all the blood in the mile high warrior having been converted into pure death. It momentarily distracted Woodsman as he caught the concentrated beam in his mouth. Khonsu, realizing there would be time later to ponder the absurdity, flew straight back up the cliff, grabbed the time machine and statue, jammed the needle attached to the device in Andy's leg, figuring it was controlled by telepathy, made a quick stop at the death of the Old Kingdom to return the statue, and came back. The omniscient sisters were fighting at the top of the cliff, Woodsman having scaled it in the seconds Khonsu had been away.
"That was quite the meal, lass! It'll give me indigestion, likely." Daeva and Angela looked up, the former being the first to speak.
"Wait, Khonsu? I thought you were- where's- what happened to-"?
"Amenhotep? The little bit of me that once resided in him?" Khonsu offered. "I returned those where and when your sister found them. Wasn't it so nice of her to tell me?" Woodsman chuckled. Angela, having earned another blow from her sister for this mistake, raised a question.
"I thought you two were fighting, what happened?" Woodsman delegated Khonsu.
"There's no need. Woodsman can't fly." Woodsman did a simple nod in acknowledgement as he began to explain further.
"There's no bad blood between us, see. This whippersnapper's the first I've seen not to take a side. 'sides that, she also put up a hell of a fight, more 'an I can say for your…associates."
"Thanks, Woodsman, I guess I'll just take this with me. They're all yours!" As Khonsu activated the machine once more, the green young man poked the nearest sister in the abdomen with the head of the ax. You know, he may not be interested in killing them…but I really don't care. The last the demon god saw of either sister was Daeva's flailing arms as Woodsman drew her in close to him. Almost immediately, he reappeared on the island, reasoning it still uninhabited or at least not terribly occupied. Isle De la Cache was just as he had left it in 2006. Tourists failed to scatter at his- or Andy's appearance when he brushed through a crowd. I suppose it's been a while and nobody's on the lookout for me anymore… or at least most commoners aren't actively searching. Due to the fact the oddly shaped machine he was carrying had only one button and a needle, and must therefore be controlled by thought, Khonsu reasoned that he couldn't be exactly certain of the year. Let's see, I wanted to arrive sometime shortly after I left, so as not to arouse confusion, and so authorities, had anyone seen what happened here, would have gone by now. As he made his way to the bridge, however, he realized he hadn't gone far enough. A checkpoint had been established for tourists, probably just names and ID's but that would be enough to hang Andy. I have to swim… but where? Down river, he could make out two large boats, aquatic rangers appointed to prevent illegal exodus of the armed officer stood at the ready, just outside the checkpoint resembling a parking toll gate. Khonsu turned and headed south, toward the huge support for the highway that towered over the island. As he scaled the concrete cylinder, the demon god remembered the highway was East Romeo road, and wondered if any sign of his encounter with Rawhead remained. Better yet, how is nobody seeing me? Reaching the roadway, he decided that since it was getting dark, visibility was likely far from perfect. Khonsu turned toward a town to the west and ran into the setting sun, hopefully passing as a local girl out way too late.
"I should really lose this outfit, in any case." Khonsu thought aloud. Reenacting the Mexican war was not to be expected in Illinois, the uniform would especially stick out on a girl. And so, he continued into town and ducked into the first clothing department store that caught Andy's eye.
"Do I want to know?" asked the middle aged white lady behind the counter as Khonsu entered. The store was smaller than Khonsu would have liked, but with luck it would mean the clerk would accept the ancient coins in the soldier's pockets.
"Probably, but it's a long story. Here, take a look at these coins…" It took several minutes of the older woman searching the Internet to figure out a fair price for specie in mint condition dating back to the 1830's and 40's. Eventually, she took a few of them off Andy's hands for $350, though Khonsu made it clear he knew how much the coins were worth. Seeing something was clearly suspicious, the clerk agreed she never saw Khonsu anywhere and allowed him to pay for a change of clothes and a backpack and be on his way. Wearing leather boots, pale jeans, and a white tee shirt, perhaps what came most naturally, the Egyptian god made his way south on a stretch of road along the river. What ever happened to the boat? Did it simply float on down until somebody noticed there were no passengers? Sometimes unclaimed property is handed over to the local government…unless it's evidence in a criminal case. It all made sense. The authorities would know the boat was out of Chicago from the elephantine words on the side, and with the likely presence of Rawhead's blood on the deck, something had clearly gone on.
"Let's see…" Khonsu asked in mock wonder, pitch and volume increasing as anger mounted. "What sort of criminal activity went on in Chicago just a few hours before we discovered this boat?! Could it have anything at all to do with Andy Popolos, fugitive extraordinaire?" Khonsu stopped, realized he was complimenting Andy, and gave a snort of laughter, thankful few were around. But then, continuing his trek, another thought came. With the blood on the boat…could Andy be dead? Or could she be injured, leading law enforcement to search hospitals more than roads? It was possible, but they believed Andy to be a remorseless murderer, capable of simply killing someone for possession of the boat. Khonsu laughed once more, even though he knew she had. Either way, I have to get back on the river as soon as I pass the police blockade. They're likely expecting Andy simply abandoned the boat because she knew it was stolen and too hot for a long trip. Most likely, they're looking for a car, even though I can't drive, and neither can Andy. They'll be peeking in windows at checkpoints. Into the woods I go. Pressing on into the thick forest, Khonsu hopped from tree to tree, not clearing the tops of any, and noticing that Andy's body could take the rigor, despite only being assisted by flight slightly. Having traveled a few miles, Khonsu felt the familiar, pleasant strain of building human muscles, as he had so many times before, mostly in Egypt. Catching sight of a man in a small fishing boat, Khonsu silently levitated until directly over him, at which point she dropped, put a hand over his mouth on the way down, and threw him into the water with the quietly playing weather radio on the boat. He electrocuted and died relatively quickly, and Khonsu threw the fishing pole he was carrying after him, stealing his hat. This way, it looks like he knocked the radio into the water and the boat drifted off. Even if they suspect foul play, Andy's known to kill bloodily with a weapon. Also, how do you sneak up on a man in the middle of a river? Khonsu continued for days in the boat, rarely seeing anyone or needing to exit his small vehicle. He kept a steady pace with the oars and built Andy's arms with effort. The Des Plaines would expand and contract as he continued on. It would eventually file into the ranks of a larger river, Khonsu to curse himself once more for never looking at the map properly. He knew his bearings, he was proceeding south as planned. But as his everlasting vision stared through Andy's mortal eyes of flesh and blood, the moon god knew he could detect all things in her field of vision, probably even noticing more than she, saved innumerable times by his faultless memory and experience…but sometimes his abilities were simply insufficient alone.
"What is it?! What does she have that I don't? How-"Khonsu punched into a fish he caught."-does-" Its eyes popped out "- she- " Its light blood soaked Andy's fist. "-always-" The animal was a mess of no distinct shape. "-survive…?" As the question trailed off, the god decided that if asked, he would tell of all but this.