Mono sucks. That's all I have to say about it.

Sorry for not writing, I was diagnosed with mono in december, and kept it until february. Now, I'm finding little time to do any of my usual recreational activities, which includes writing. After almost a month, however, all of the homework I received from my leave of absence has been completed, and I have free time again. I think I will continue to write this, despite, at one point, losing confidence in myself. Needless to say, I found it again.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Kane Chronicles.

Welcome to chapter 13!

Now, where did we leave off?

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The gods were back, and, yet again, it was without my brother or my own consent. They just turned up, as they seem to do quite often, and made us host them. I was beginning to sense a pattern here…

Granted, their timing was impeccable. At the very moment our lives seemed lost, Isis allowed me to tap into her magic reserves, no doubt sparing us.

However, just because they saved our lives, I was still not in the mood to exchange pleasantries with the goddess. In fact, my greeting was a little on the harsh side:

"Get out of my head!"

According to Isis, I had mentally screamed this, deafening her for the next century. Personally, I think that 100 years was an exaggeration. Maybe a decade. Needless to say, I was less than happy to find out I was hosting a god yet again. I believe my reaction was appropriate, even if it deafened a goddess temporarily. At the time, I ignored her complaints of pain and looked at the place outside where the giant had fallen, leaving a distinctive imprint in the ground. He must have been one-hundred feet tall, if not more.

Carter took becoming a godling yet again a little harder than I did. Ignoring my whistle of admiration for the size of the beast, he sat on our couch. He dropped his face in his hands and muttered something along the lines of: "why me?" Of course, we both knew full well why we were chosen to host the gods again. We had experience, and both of us were aware of the need to keep the power of the gods at bay. This realization was little consolation.

I shook my head, looking out of the gaping hole in the side of our house, a portal to the outside. Despite my brining up in London, this place was my home, and it hurt me to see such a grand building be damaged. Turning back towards my brother, I watched him stand up from the couch and walk to the edge of the our new window, kicking a piece of flooring off of the ledge. He sighed before turning to me.

"Do you think you can fix it?"

It was a simple question, asking an impossible task. A spell of such magnitude would likely drain both my energy and Isis' energy. The last thing I needed to do today was kill a god.

"It is not impossible Sadie," Isis mentioned, no doubt reading my thoughts as if out of a book. She was encouraging me to try, telling me to test my newfound powers. I refused take such a risk.

"Its not worth trying," I muttered in response, both to Carter and Isis.

Carter sighed, looking down at the ground far below. "I thought not."

I walked over to my brother's side, looking down into the chasm that had been the bottom floor. I could see a broken water main, spurting its dirty contents out of a massive crack in the side of the pipe. To fix something like this? Not a chance in the duat.

"If I could, I would in a heart beat. Unfortunately, this place is just too wrecked for even magic. It will take us years to get it all clean and fixed up." I replied, probably not helping Carter's sadness. I was pretty upset myself.

"You question the powers of my magic? I would expect you, of all magicians, to understand the limitless might of magic. Especially a god's magic. I can show you what power we possess," Isis pointed out, trying to encourage me to give it a shot.

"Not a chance," I replied. There was no way I was going to let an egotistical goddess convince me to kill myself. Even with the help of both Isis and my staff, there was simply no way such a large task could come to completion before I either passed out or died. Also, I did not know enough about architecture to tell where the important parts of the house were. There was a good chance I would fix part of it, only to have it collapse later on. There was simply no way it could be done.

"Sadie, this is not impossible. Let me take control. I can show you," Isis tempted. I knew better than to walk into that trap.

"I told you no. Don't come inhabit my body and question every decision I make," I mentally replied. I'm sure being so rash to goddess that could incinerate me was not the wisest decision, but as far as I was concerned, she had come to me, not the other way around. She had no right to make all of the decisions that affected both of us, especially when it was MY body that would have to take the repercussions. I was quite certain I would not allow her to take control of me.

"You need to have more faith in us gods," Isis replied scornfully. I scoffed, rather irritated by the persistent voice ringing in my head. I decided to ignore her.

"Carter, this place is trashed. What do we do now?" I asked, glancing right to meet my brother's eyes.

He broke eye contact, "I have no idea. What can we do? Apophis' forces have trashed this place. We can't stay here." He turned his back and began to walk away from the gaping wall.

I agreed wholeheartedly. There was no question it was time to leave here. "I just don't have the heart to tell the initiates."

I froze, that thought ringing in my head. One word standing out: initiates. I felt a cool draft come in from the window, making it seem a lot colder. I shivered.

"Uhh, Carter? Where are the initiates?" I asked my brother.

He paused mid step and turned, looking at me with his mouth open and a look of fear etched on his features.

"Oh shit, we really did it this time," he replied. I began to feel panicked, worrying about our missing charges.

"They were taken when the battle began. A swarm of Kestonites grabbed them. You know, those rotting frogs? The represent the end of life," Isis mentioned.

"AND YOU ARE JUST NOW TELLING ME?!" I screamed mentally.

"The initiates are fine! They were probably taken to the same place Anubis was. Speaking of which, you and I need to have a little chat about him," Isis replied. Her mentioning of Anubis would have made me blush every shade of red known to man or god if it weren't for the fact that he, along with our friends, were all taken by Apophis.

I took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. "Not now Isis," I reprimanded. Our "little chat" would have to wait. I turned back to the hole one last time, gazing out onto the lawn. It would most likely be the last time I ever saw it again. Glancing at carter, I could tell he was similarly looking outside, most likely remembering our adventures here. I too began to look back, and I felt a tear roll down my cheek when the doorbell rang.

"What an uncanny time for a visitor," Carter stated, clearly annoyed that his reminiscing had been interrupted. I, likewise, was irritated by our guest. Probably one of our neighbors coming to ask what happened to half of our house. I marched to the door, visibly sad and angry. By the time I reached the door, I was infuriated by the timing. Violently, I yanked the door right open, almost tearing it off of the hinges..

"What in the name of God could you possibly-"

I froze mid sentence, a few more insulting words ready on my tongue, when I noticed who stood outside. Tattered jeans, a ripped up shirt, but there, on his wrist was a familiar golden bracelet.

He smiled, "Hello, Lady Kane."

I stood there, mouth hanging open, utterly dumbfounded at the sight of him. In my doorway was none other than the missing god himself, Anubis.

"Why do I have a feeling stopping Apophis just got a lot harder?" Isis questioned. I felt it too, like there was more to this random reappearance than meets the eye. However, being me, I was too focused on my boyfriend, who just magically showed up on my front porch, and rubbed the feeling off. More importantly, Anubis was back.

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I have to escape! I have to stop me from hurting Sadie! I have to!

These thoughts were encouraging enough to get me to pull against the golden chains suspending me in the air. I tugged with all of my might, only to be sorely disappointed. Granted, I wasn't exactly the physically strongest god, but I had hoped for a bit more than nothing. I couldn't understand why I was so upset with my failure. There was no doubt the chains were enchanted to hold gods, but that was little consolation. I continued to pull until I was exhausted, never achieving success. I could almost hear Apophis rumbling laugh as he watched me struggle, knowing fully well that he had succeeded in locking me up. there was simply no way for me to escape.

Sadie…

My mind's eye pictured Sadie and the fake me out on a date, Sadie excited I was back, and the imposter no doubt capitalizing on her trust. I could almost see his knife sink into her chest, blood oozing out of the hole in her heart. The look of astonishment and pain. Pure emotional pain. At me, at my failure, at my destruction of her life. She would never trust me, and most likely refuse to let me save her from death.

I moaned in frustration. I had to find a way out before it was too late. It was absolutely crucial Sadie survived. At this point, there was little doubt in my mind that Isis had made Sadie a godling yet again. It seemed like the logical thing to do. Unfortunately, this made her vulnerable. Not only was she magician, but she was also part god. She could now be affected by both attacks that hurt magicians and attacks that hurt gods. It was one of the major risks of hosting gods, along with spontaneous combustion.

I was thinking about other approaches to free myself, one including the use of magic, when the snake himself walked into the room again, this time in his snake form. He slithered over to me, and chuckled maniacally as I continued to struggle, knowing it was useless. He turned and glanced at the floating orb of a television, and it flickered to a new channel. I channel I would have preferred not to see.

In the picture displayed by the orb, Sadie sat next to the replica of me, explaining what had happened to Brooklyn House. The place was trashed. I saw the replica frown at the story and then embraced her in his arms as she began to sob. He kissed the top of my head, and spoke.

"Everything will soon be put back into place," he muttered into her ear.

I cringed, but that wasn't the worst of it. As Sadie was looking down, crying on his shoulder, his head did a full one-eighty, twisting his neck up like a pretzel. His eyes seemed to look into the orb, directly at me, as if he could see me (Which for all I knew, he could), His Irises turned blood red, and He smiled a malevolent smile directly at me. The orb turned black.

I let loose my breath, which I hadn't even been aware I was holding, and relaxed against the wall I was suspended on. Mental images of my own head, twisted in such ways, continued to replay in my mind. A was in a state of horrific shock.

Apophis hissed, flicking his tongue out to taste the air. He laughed yet again, this time harder and more evil than before. As he laughed, he walked out of the room.

Yet again, with only the horrific images of myself, twisted in such brutal ways, to accompany me, Apophis left. The light dimmed to nothingness, and I hung there, in the cold, damp, dark cavern, trying to get some sleep.

Maybe sleep wasn't such a good idea…

Preview of chapter 14 of My Boyfriend is a God!

I cried out, desperate to be freed from the bonds holding me up. I had to save Sadie! I heard Apophis laugh at my struggles. I didn't find it in the least bit amusing. As i struggled, The bonds grew tighter around me, squeezing my flesh in a vice of rare metal. The orb showed Sadie struggling, the fear so clear to my perception. He pressed harder down, the blade inches from her precious heart. I struggled against my bonds with the ferocity of a lion trapped in a cage, but to no avail.

It wouldn't have mattered. I was too late.

Sadie's fatigue got the best of her. She was slipping, losing her grasp on the hand pressing down. And finally that grasp failed.

I screamed out in pain as I watched the steel pierce her chest, cutting a path directly to her heart. She stopped struggling, blood pooling at the corner of her mouth, trickling down her cheek and coming into contact with a single tear. She called my name.

"Anubis…"

And the hand twisted, burying the blade deeper, and expanding the gash. The hand pulled back, taking the knife with it. As the steel was removed from her breast, blood oozed out violently, covering her chest in a matter of seconds. Sadie was not moving.

I sobbed loudly, crying out Sadie's name. Apophis simply chuckled and left, leaving me to wallow in the horror of it all.

And the worst of it was: Sadie was dead.

I had failed.

The dark clutches of despair had finally gotten to me.

And another chapter bites the dust. This was by far the longest chapter I have ever personally written. Hopefully it will make up for my absence.

The next chapter will be darker, as if that preview didn't tell you of that. But have no fear! Romance will come in due time!

Did I really kill Sadie? You'll just have to wait and see...

On another note, I am pleased to say that this story has reached the 15,000 viewer mark! Seems like this is also a fitting celebration for this event. Never had I thought this story would be viewed so many times, and for that, I thank each and everyone of you.

As for the language throughout this chapter, I believe it fits, given the scenario. This story is rated "T" for a reason, after all.

As usual, and advice or criticisms are appreciated. I would like to get all the help I can get when it comes to becoming a better writer.

R&R, F&F! (If I seriously have to tell you what that means at this point, I am highly disappointed…)

Thanks again all my loyal readers! (Are there any of you out there?)

Oh well, until next time! Which will be soon…

~TheFireKing (TFK)