Well, here we go again! Marching season is over, so life is returning to its less erratic pace. Thank God! More writing then. YAY!

So recently I reread this story from the beginning, and I realized just how much of this story you guys had to make sense of, and I'm sorry. Never realized how bad the first few chapters were… So many lose ends… Again, I apologize, but I won't fix it. To do that I would have to rewrite the whole story, and there is no way I'm going to do that… Not in a million lifetimes.

But despite this, some of you still seemed to make heads and tails of what is happening, so I guess we will continue on.

Also, this chapter will get gory, but nothing too bad. It also contains plot development, so I recommend reading it.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Kane Chronicles or its characters!

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Well, while the world was falling apart, I was having a pretty good time. Turns out, one can find a lot of candy for relatively cheap around Halloween time. I like candy…

Hehe, anyways, the world is still collapsing, but for some reason, Brooklyn seems mostly unaffected, and that worries me. Especially when the super powerful person, err, god causing it all has a particular hatred of Carter and I. It doesn't seem to fit into the puzzle. Neither Carter nor I could understand why for the most part, we were avoided by the crime waves. Maybe because this neighborhood is a good one… Except its New York, so that can't be it. You see? It just doesn't make sense! I hate it when things don't make sense, it irritates me. Unfortunately it happens all the time, just like yesterday, when Bast bolted out the door in the middle of the day. I assumed she was in a hurry. I had yet to talk to her since the day I took my trip to the graveyard. And although that trip wasn't worth it, I did get to see Anubis that night, so things turned out all right. Even if that was our fourth to last date… and then he died… Well gods can't die, but you catch my drift.

"Darn god…" I muttered to no one in particular. He was always confusing me, slipping his way into my mind. All roads lead to Anubis in my head. Even when he wasn't there. I've never had this much trouble with boys, although he is technically 5,000 years old. I'm not entirely sure if that is considered a boy. I will in this case though.

All roads lead to Anubis, and this is where I was when the attack happened.

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"Wake weakling. I have a need for you."

My eyelids slowly expanded to let in what little light there was in my rocky dungeon. I turned my head, trying to gain my bearings when I felt my body being pulled out of the bed. Naturally, I landed on my face, eliciting a sharp laugh from whoever had pulled me out of bed. You know, I always wake up in style.

This wasn't the case anymore. After what seemed like eons in my personal hell, I had become quite the sight to see. My usual black hair had become greasy to the touch. My skin was pale and very grimy, and my clothes were soaked with sweat. Every night I spend down there had delivered me unto nightmarish dreams. I had gone days without a relaxing sleep, so I was sure I had bags on the bags under my eyes. I had no way to tell, there aren't very many mirrors in prison…

I stood up, brushing myself off the best I could, my wet clothes sticking to me, causing me to shiver in the cold air of the caverns. Looking down, I could see chains anchored around my hands and ankles. No doubt the doing of my captor, Apophis. I followed the length of the chains with my eyes until I spotted the holder of my shackles. It was another mutant frog, this one much greener than the others. He had the ends of the chains wrapped around his pudgy wrists, holding the last few links against his palm. He tugged on the chain, making me aware of another binding around my neck. I had no choice but to follow as he walked/dragged me along the middle of my cell. He had a devilish smile etched on his face, one that just displayed his desire to kill. I could almost visualize him chanting "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!" He really looked like he would, too.

"Ahh, the little god has awoken." The voice, unmistakable by this point, bounced off the walls of the cell. Apophis himself was nowhere to be seen, but I was certain he could see me crystal clear. "Good! I have need of you now Anubis."

This was the first time Apophis had ever addressed me by my name, and to be honest, it scared the crap out of me. My own name, lowered to mud as the ancient enemy of all the gods let it slip between his rotten fangs. I cringed at the sound of it. It felt like he had just poisoned me, the name coming out of his mouth dripped in malice. There was nothing I could do but continue to be dragged along by the filthy frog. He got me out of my cell, and pulled me along at a brisk place. I was well aware of where I was going. I had been there twice before, each time more terrifying than the last.

The familiar halls led to one place: Apophis chamber. The very place I had first heard of his plans. The very place I had seen his power at work, as the world descended itself into chaos. It was also the place I was sure I would die. At this point, Apophis had made it clear I would begin my role in his plans at the chamber, and I highly doubt I would live through to see the end of it all. What little courage I had left was shattered as I was forced into the room, the frog creature thingy shoving me through the antechamber and into the main circular room. There he unlatched me and left, leaving me there alone. Or not entirely alone, for standing in the middle was none other than Apophis himself, facing the ever-changing images appearing on the floating swirl. News reports still flashed by about murders and riots, but one headline caught my attention.

Criminals everywhere are being apprehended, and the world looks on in hope as the crime waves begin to cease.

Apophis growled as he read the lines rolling across the gassy screen. He turned around and faced me, his eyes emanating an evil red as he looked upon me. His mouth opened,

"Now you see why my plans must be rushed god. Ma'at is restoring some order to this world. I must stop it, and I need you in order for me to do that."

I smirked, "Turns out the great and powerful god of chaos wasn't as great and powerful as he thought, was he?" Maybe pissing off one of the most powerful beings in existence isn't such a good idea, but I couldn't help it.

Apophis stormed forward, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back. "Check your tone boy, or your next words will be your last," he growled. Letting go of my hair, he turned back to face the mist. "This world you call home will still be mine. All I have to do is find their hope and crush it."

"You really think it will be that easy? The gods will never let you out of this place. This is just as much your prison as it is mine!" I responded. I was speculating of course, but I could see his composure falter briefly, before returning to normal. However, he had already confirmed my suspicions. He was not here by choice.

"The gods are weak. I just wait, watching for their mistakes. When they make one I will move," He spat venomously.

"The gods will squash you," I replied with confidence. Apophis laughed a sickening laugh, before directing my attention toward the swirling vortex.

"Do you really think they are organized enough to defeat me?" he asked back. I stared into the mist as a picture of a home marked off with police tape floated past. I could read the lines underneath: "Murder of family of 8 in Wichita, Kansas marks the emergence of another serial killer."

The image changed to one taken inside the house. The brown walls were stained red with the blood of its occupants. Cuts from some blade ran along inside the house, spelling out some word I couldn't make out, a name possibly. A shudder ran down my spine as I saw one of the victims crying in pain on a stretcher. He appeared to have experienced multiple breaks in his leg, visual breaks, and his left arm was nowhere to be found.

More grotesque pictures zoomed by, but I closed my eyes, trying to shut the horrific images I had previously seen out of my mind. As I took one more peak, an image to ghastly to describe zoomed across, marking the end of the line of images. My eyes closed in sorrow for the family. As a god who serves in the Hall of Judgment, I had grown accustomed to seeing gruesome injuries, but never before had I seen something horrible done to such a young girl.

Apophis turned back to me as he looked at my horrified expression, a triumphant grin spread across his face. "Do you have that much faith in your gods?"

I looked at him in disgust as he chuckled. No evil could compare to his. Nobody could ever by as insane as he was, finding sick pleasure in such volatile things.

"I asked you a question," he spat.

I stared him in the face and said: "The gods won't let you get away with anymore destruction. They will get to you, and they will kill you. Besides, what good does sitting down here do for your ultimate scheme? You can't rule the world if you stay down here cowering behind all this rock."

Apophis brought his hand back and smacked me, the slap echoing around the room. I could feel a little blood trickle from my mouth, and my vision became blurry.

"I AM NOT A COWARD!" he screamed at me. He took big breaths as a small smile crept on my face. I had gotten what I wanted. Anger from him as he realized the truth, he was never getting out of here. He calmed himself down before replying.

"You're right."

I recoiled as if he had just slapped me again. Had he just given up? Was that all it had taken to destroy the twisted dreams of a twisted god?

"And that is where you fit in," he finished.

I looked up at him, showing my confusion.

"The gods won't let me out. However, they might let you out…" he explained.

Realization sank in. All of a sudden, the sick twist of his plan revealed itself to me. I was going to be his tool for total takeover.

"I'll never help you!" I replied. Maybe it was cliche, but at the time it seemed irrelevant I had bigger issues to worry about, such as the destruction of civilization as we know it. Whether or not I was being cliche didn't matter.

"Of course you won't," he chuckled, "at least, not willingly." He slapped me again, reminding me of my bleeding lip as I felt my eyesight falter briefly. I was dizzy, this time the slap did a bit more than hurt. As I felt my eyelids get heavy, I felt his disgusting finger run under my lip, swiftly snatching some of my blood away. I felt my arms lose feeling, and then my hands began to go as well. I was barely conscious when I heard him speak again.

"But you have already given me all I need." He took a drop of my blood and put it into a vial before sealing it off, and licking the remainder of my blood off his finger. "See you in the morning Anubis. You will have a special friend by then…" He walked out of the room, chuckling manically with each step. I watched his foot leave the room before my legs gave out, dropping me onto the ground. I closed my eyes just as the frog guy shackled me up again.

Then all went black.

That was a fun chapter. More plot movement coming Halloween, so be ready for My Boyfriend is a God!'s Halloween special!

Thanks again for everyone of you who has read this story. This chapter was the longest by far. Also, I think I tied up most of the lose ends.

Thank you all! R&R, F&F, all that good stuff too!

Wait a minute… I ask all of you to R&R, or read and review. But to get to this point, you would have to have read it. See the conundrum? From now on, the R&R will be at the top. Just a fair warning, it might catch you off guard!

Also, point out any mistakes. It would be appreciated!

Thank you all!

~TheFireKing