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Most of all it scared him to think that he might never have a mother again. And with that thought, he let fall to the tears which he had been holding in. Silently he wept, for what seemed like hours, until, exausted, he fell into a deep and dreamless slumber.
AT THE LUXOR HOTEL, ANOTHER ROOM
Evelyn woke up again, this time a hotel room. 'Where am I?' She thought to herself, looking around for anyone else. The most prominent figure in the room, and, surprisingly, the smallest, looked up. Of course, it was hard for Evelyn to tell if the figure was really looking at her, or somewhere else, because the head was covered in a hood. On the other side of the room, a larger and un-hooded figure stood. It was the hooded one, with the female voice, who spoke first.
"Good, good, Princess, you are awake," the young woman's voice said, and the hooded figure stepped closer. Evelyn frowned. What had the other called her? Princess? She did not get a chance to say anything, for the other spoke again. "I will leave you here with this man, for I have some buisness to attend to. He will take you the rest of the way to Imhotep."
Evelyn started to say, "Wait!" But the figure was quicker than she had thought, and the other female dissappeared through the door.
AT THE LUXOR HOTEL, ALEX'S ROOM
When he finally woke up, Alex was fully rested and restored. As he looked around, he felt another presence in the room, and turned to find a shrouded figure sitting in one of the chairs in the hotel room. "What are you doing here?" He snarled, some instinct telling him this was an enemy. Without waiting for an answer, he lept out of bed, still wearing yesterday's clothes. The shrouded figure made no response. Instead, it sat, waiting for Alex to make the first move. And so he did. Reaching into a bag beside him, Alex withdrew a sword that Ardeth had given him several years before.
He held it up in a battle stance, and advanced upon the other, who he assumed to be a male invader. The other did not move an inch, until Alex was merely a foot away. And then, in an instant, it was up and armed, sword clanging against Alex's own. O'Connell's son was startled by this sudden movement, and thrown off balance, allowing the other to lunge for his gut. He caught himself in time, though, and just managed to block the well aimed shot. He thrust towards the other's knee, and was cut off before his blow could connect. They thrusted and parried, each equally matched, and each equally amazed by the other's talents. Indeed, it seemed some of Evelyn's fighting skills had rubbed off on her son, for he fought like he had never fought before. They battled for what seemed like hours, though it was only minutes. Eventually, though, one of them had to gain the upper hand, and that went to Alex. A well-planned jump from a chair, and a bit of luck, allowed the young man to pull off the other's hood. What he saw so amazed him, that he dropped his guard and just stared. Before him stood a young woman, Egyptian in origin. She couldn't have been older than him, and yet she seemed to be so, for her eyes were older than anyone's he had ever seen. She was beautiful. She was also ruthless, and, taking advantage of the stunned young man, she knocked his sword out of his hand, and pushed him to the ground. Then she stood above him, holding her weapon to his throat. This managed to wake Alex up.
"What do you want? Are you going to kill me?" He said, again using that snarling tone.
"Of course not," she said sweetly, bell-like tone again amazing the young man whom she held captive. "I wanted to help you. And if you had let me -explain- before you started attacking me, I wouldn't be holding you at sword point right now." He frowned, but didn't open his mouth, so she continued. "My name is Kakra. I know where your mother is, and ho-" That was enough for Alex. He wiggled away from the sword point, and struggled to his feet.
"You know how to find my mother?" He questioned, and in a rage of sorrow, grabbed the young woman by her cape and pulled her closer. Again, he seemed to be acutely aware that she was female. In a response to this aggression, she kicked him in the shins, and scrambled away.
"Yes, I do, and I will lead you to her. I have just one favor to ask..." She held up a hand to keep Alex from protesting, and continued. "I have tried to be friends with young boys before, but all they do is fawn over me, and I cannot really talk to them. For this reason I have never had a male friend, because they all are incapable of controlling themselves. Could you try to just remain a comrade, and nothing more? If you cannot, I shall not associate with you anymore."
Alex couldn't help it. He already knew he was falling for this young woman, even though she had hardly spoken. But he also knew he could control himself and hide any feelings he had about her, if it meant saving his mother. Once the job was over, he knew Kakra would dissappear and never be seen again. "I will try." He said, and the instant it was out of his mouth, he knew he had made a mistake.
Kakra snapped her fingers. "Come then," she said with a brief smile. "We go to wake the others."
RICK'S ROOM
Rick O'Connell had not been as lucky as his son when it came to dreamless slumber. He had been tortured by nightmares, and had not had any 'restfull' slumber. As he lay in the king-sized bed of the hotel room, Rick thought about the night's events, and the ones of the previous day. In his dream, he had been chasing after Evy through a long, dark passageway, and he had heard laughter echoing after him. He had known immediately who that laughter belonged to: Imhotep. Ahead of him, Evelyn had stopped, and turned to face him. The look in her eyes reminded him of Imhotep and Anak-su-namun's hatred of himself, and he stopped dead. She couldn't. She wouldn't. But she did. Evelyn reached for a sword, and drew it on him, advancing like a lion tracking its prey. He could not even fight, for he knew that he could never draw a gun on his beautiful wife. So she came towards him, and skewered him, smirking as the sword did its work. The pain he had felt from the stab was nothing compared to the utter desolation and loneliness that came with it. He had heard himself screaming 'No, no!', and he had watched with his last few breaths as Evelyn walked over to stand proudly beside the living mummy. Beside them, he saw another figure, one that signified betrayal and more loss. He had woken up screaming, and in a cold sweat.
'Was that how it was going to be?' He had thought to himself, barely holding back the tears that threatened to fall. He wouldn't give up on her, and he wouldn't lose her. Evelyn was his wife, his partner, his soulmate, and no damn half-rotted mummified asshole would take her away from him. With his mind made up, he got slowly out of bed, and changed into new clothes. He, like his son, had not even bothered to take off his old clothes before flopping into bed. He washed up, and shaved, for even in his depression he was not about to be scruffy. What would Evelyn say if they managed to save her, and he was a complete mess? This thought cheered him up a bit, and he was almost smiling when he opened the door to find Kakra and Alex standing in the hallway outside.
ARDETH'S ROOM
Ardeth Bay was up early, before the battle between Alex and Kakra, and before Rick had woken up screaming. He, like his fellow warrior, was thinking about the events of the day just past. Evelyn was a smart woman, he knew that. She had known what was coming, and, as he now realized, she also knew when. He had been a fool not to notice the signs. It was his duty, as a Med-jai, to protect the reincarnated princess. Besides that fact, there was his friendship with her. Although Rick was a fellow Med-jai, and Alex was a lively conversationalist, Evelyn had been the only person he could truly talk to. She had known when to remain silent, and when to be a comfort. When Horus had died, she had walked beside him, helping him to deal with his grief at the loss of his best friend. Though the others had apologized, they had not truly understood his love of the falcon. Only Evelyn had been able to do that.
It was for this reason that the Med-jai now sat at the edge of the bed, thinking about her and praying to Allah that she would be safe. And if one didn't know better, it would have looked as if the great warrior was crying. Perhaps...perhaps he was.
Most of all it scared him to think that he might never have a mother again. And with that thought, he let fall to the tears which he had been holding in. Silently he wept, for what seemed like hours, until, exausted, he fell into a deep and dreamless slumber.
AT THE LUXOR HOTEL, ANOTHER ROOM
Evelyn woke up again, this time a hotel room. 'Where am I?' She thought to herself, looking around for anyone else. The most prominent figure in the room, and, surprisingly, the smallest, looked up. Of course, it was hard for Evelyn to tell if the figure was really looking at her, or somewhere else, because the head was covered in a hood. On the other side of the room, a larger and un-hooded figure stood. It was the hooded one, with the female voice, who spoke first.
"Good, good, Princess, you are awake," the young woman's voice said, and the hooded figure stepped closer. Evelyn frowned. What had the other called her? Princess? She did not get a chance to say anything, for the other spoke again. "I will leave you here with this man, for I have some buisness to attend to. He will take you the rest of the way to Imhotep."
Evelyn started to say, "Wait!" But the figure was quicker than she had thought, and the other female dissappeared through the door.
AT THE LUXOR HOTEL, ALEX'S ROOM
When he finally woke up, Alex was fully rested and restored. As he looked around, he felt another presence in the room, and turned to find a shrouded figure sitting in one of the chairs in the hotel room. "What are you doing here?" He snarled, some instinct telling him this was an enemy. Without waiting for an answer, he lept out of bed, still wearing yesterday's clothes. The shrouded figure made no response. Instead, it sat, waiting for Alex to make the first move. And so he did. Reaching into a bag beside him, Alex withdrew a sword that Ardeth had given him several years before.
He held it up in a battle stance, and advanced upon the other, who he assumed to be a male invader. The other did not move an inch, until Alex was merely a foot away. And then, in an instant, it was up and armed, sword clanging against Alex's own. O'Connell's son was startled by this sudden movement, and thrown off balance, allowing the other to lunge for his gut. He caught himself in time, though, and just managed to block the well aimed shot. He thrust towards the other's knee, and was cut off before his blow could connect. They thrusted and parried, each equally matched, and each equally amazed by the other's talents. Indeed, it seemed some of Evelyn's fighting skills had rubbed off on her son, for he fought like he had never fought before. They battled for what seemed like hours, though it was only minutes. Eventually, though, one of them had to gain the upper hand, and that went to Alex. A well-planned jump from a chair, and a bit of luck, allowed the young man to pull off the other's hood. What he saw so amazed him, that he dropped his guard and just stared. Before him stood a young woman, Egyptian in origin. She couldn't have been older than him, and yet she seemed to be so, for her eyes were older than anyone's he had ever seen. She was beautiful. She was also ruthless, and, taking advantage of the stunned young man, she knocked his sword out of his hand, and pushed him to the ground. Then she stood above him, holding her weapon to his throat. This managed to wake Alex up.
"What do you want? Are you going to kill me?" He said, again using that snarling tone.
"Of course not," she said sweetly, bell-like tone again amazing the young man whom she held captive. "I wanted to help you. And if you had let me -explain- before you started attacking me, I wouldn't be holding you at sword point right now." He frowned, but didn't open his mouth, so she continued. "My name is Kakra. I know where your mother is, and ho-" That was enough for Alex. He wiggled away from the sword point, and struggled to his feet.
"You know how to find my mother?" He questioned, and in a rage of sorrow, grabbed the young woman by her cape and pulled her closer. Again, he seemed to be acutely aware that she was female. In a response to this aggression, she kicked him in the shins, and scrambled away.
"Yes, I do, and I will lead you to her. I have just one favor to ask..." She held up a hand to keep Alex from protesting, and continued. "I have tried to be friends with young boys before, but all they do is fawn over me, and I cannot really talk to them. For this reason I have never had a male friend, because they all are incapable of controlling themselves. Could you try to just remain a comrade, and nothing more? If you cannot, I shall not associate with you anymore."
Alex couldn't help it. He already knew he was falling for this young woman, even though she had hardly spoken. But he also knew he could control himself and hide any feelings he had about her, if it meant saving his mother. Once the job was over, he knew Kakra would dissappear and never be seen again. "I will try." He said, and the instant it was out of his mouth, he knew he had made a mistake.
Kakra snapped her fingers. "Come then," she said with a brief smile. "We go to wake the others."
RICK'S ROOM
Rick O'Connell had not been as lucky as his son when it came to dreamless slumber. He had been tortured by nightmares, and had not had any 'restfull' slumber. As he lay in the king-sized bed of the hotel room, Rick thought about the night's events, and the ones of the previous day. In his dream, he had been chasing after Evy through a long, dark passageway, and he had heard laughter echoing after him. He had known immediately who that laughter belonged to: Imhotep. Ahead of him, Evelyn had stopped, and turned to face him. The look in her eyes reminded him of Imhotep and Anak-su-namun's hatred of himself, and he stopped dead. She couldn't. She wouldn't. But she did. Evelyn reached for a sword, and drew it on him, advancing like a lion tracking its prey. He could not even fight, for he knew that he could never draw a gun on his beautiful wife. So she came towards him, and skewered him, smirking as the sword did its work. The pain he had felt from the stab was nothing compared to the utter desolation and loneliness that came with it. He had heard himself screaming 'No, no!', and he had watched with his last few breaths as Evelyn walked over to stand proudly beside the living mummy. Beside them, he saw another figure, one that signified betrayal and more loss. He had woken up screaming, and in a cold sweat.
'Was that how it was going to be?' He had thought to himself, barely holding back the tears that threatened to fall. He wouldn't give up on her, and he wouldn't lose her. Evelyn was his wife, his partner, his soulmate, and no damn half-rotted mummified asshole would take her away from him. With his mind made up, he got slowly out of bed, and changed into new clothes. He, like his son, had not even bothered to take off his old clothes before flopping into bed. He washed up, and shaved, for even in his depression he was not about to be scruffy. What would Evelyn say if they managed to save her, and he was a complete mess? This thought cheered him up a bit, and he was almost smiling when he opened the door to find Kakra and Alex standing in the hallway outside.
ARDETH'S ROOM
Ardeth Bay was up early, before the battle between Alex and Kakra, and before Rick had woken up screaming. He, like his fellow warrior, was thinking about the events of the day just past. Evelyn was a smart woman, he knew that. She had known what was coming, and, as he now realized, she also knew when. He had been a fool not to notice the signs. It was his duty, as a Med-jai, to protect the reincarnated princess. Besides that fact, there was his friendship with her. Although Rick was a fellow Med-jai, and Alex was a lively conversationalist, Evelyn had been the only person he could truly talk to. She had known when to remain silent, and when to be a comfort. When Horus had died, she had walked beside him, helping him to deal with his grief at the loss of his best friend. Though the others had apologized, they had not truly understood his love of the falcon. Only Evelyn had been able to do that.
It was for this reason that the Med-jai now sat at the edge of the bed, thinking about her and praying to Allah that she would be safe. And if one didn't know better, it would have looked as if the great warrior was crying. Perhaps...perhaps he was.