Boy Meets Mummy
Chapter Four
By: ~*Isis*~
Author's Note: Sorry it's taken so long for this chap. I have three huge problems: lots of homework, dance three nights a week and WRITER'S BLOCK!!!!!!!!! It hurts really bad, but I'm gonna try to make this chap good. If it's too short, review and tell me. I will continue this story if I get five more reviews (I'll probably continue it even if I don't though, I just want reviews). So enjoy! PS: if you have any ideas for next chapters email me at balletchick12@aol.com and I'll put you as my co-writer for that chap (it's only fair). On with the show!
Disclaimer: Do I look like I own anything? ::looks down at her Power Puff Girl t-shirt, jeans, and hair in a messed up bun and notices she looks like a ragamuffin :: I rest my case.
Chapter Four
"Dude! Are you sure?" Eric said half confused.
"You have the sacred mark." Ardeth said pointing at the tatoo on his neck. Rick rolled his eyes. "Not that speech again." Ardeth gave him the evil eye.
"Oh, that?" Eric said. "I got that at my sisters birthday party two weeks ago. You know, you all look like the people in those movies, Imhotep and Imhotep Returns." Everyone had questions for Eric. Well, almost everyone. Rick went first. "What movie?" Then Evie "How do you know about Imhotep?" Then Shawn, "How do you still have a two week old washable tatoo in perfect condition on your neck?" Eric answered them in order. One: It's a movie about a priest guy who comes back from the dead. Two: I know about Imhotep from the movie. Three: I have no clue man."
With all the excitement going on Ardeth had almost forgot what he was here for. "My, good people," he said, "we have a problem. A new cult is trying to awake the Creature. They stole the books, which you already know, and must start the ritual by midnight or else Imhotep will be lost forever."
"Here we go again," Rick sighed. "Okay, Evie, you and Topanga and Alex stay here, no 'but's'. You both are not in condition to fight. Alex, I need you to take care of your mum. Boys," he said to Cory, Shawn and Eric, "I hope you have good hand eye coordination." And with that they left.
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"Master," a frail voice called out from behind a wall.
"Yes, Frankie?" All of a sudden the owner of the frail voice stepped from behind the wall to reveal a huge guy who looks like a football player. "It is now midnight. We are ready to raise our Lord from the dead." Master, whose real name is, Mohammad (Let's call him Mo) gave an evil smile. "Come, Our Lord( Voldemort ::blushes and laughs nervously:: oops, wrong story, I mean Imhotep) awaits us. They walked out of the room and down a dark corridor. They reach their destination and we see a room that has a high ceiling. The walls are painted a goldish brown and the floor is made of marble. There are no windows and there are torches and lanterns hanging throughout the eerie room. "Frankie, where are the sacrifices?" Master Mo asked impatiently.
"I'm on it." Frankie picks up the phone and dials 1-800-SACRIFICE'S-R-US. "Hi I need three sacrifices..." Silence. "No, I don't care if they are boys are girls. Thanks. Bye." Frankie hangs up. "They should be here in Ten minutes Master. If they aren't we get free crazy bread." Master Mo slaps himself in the forehead.
Later
"My Lord," Master Mo says in Egyptian, "welcome back."
To Be Continued.....
A/n: I hope you liked it. I still am not completely over my writer's block. Please R/R!
Chapter Four
By: ~*Isis*~
Author's Note: Sorry it's taken so long for this chap. I have three huge problems: lots of homework, dance three nights a week and WRITER'S BLOCK!!!!!!!!! It hurts really bad, but I'm gonna try to make this chap good. If it's too short, review and tell me. I will continue this story if I get five more reviews (I'll probably continue it even if I don't though, I just want reviews). So enjoy! PS: if you have any ideas for next chapters email me at balletchick12@aol.com and I'll put you as my co-writer for that chap (it's only fair). On with the show!
Disclaimer: Do I look like I own anything? ::looks down at her Power Puff Girl t-shirt, jeans, and hair in a messed up bun and notices she looks like a ragamuffin :: I rest my case.
Chapter Four
"Dude! Are you sure?" Eric said half confused.
"You have the sacred mark." Ardeth said pointing at the tatoo on his neck. Rick rolled his eyes. "Not that speech again." Ardeth gave him the evil eye.
"Oh, that?" Eric said. "I got that at my sisters birthday party two weeks ago. You know, you all look like the people in those movies, Imhotep and Imhotep Returns." Everyone had questions for Eric. Well, almost everyone. Rick went first. "What movie?" Then Evie "How do you know about Imhotep?" Then Shawn, "How do you still have a two week old washable tatoo in perfect condition on your neck?" Eric answered them in order. One: It's a movie about a priest guy who comes back from the dead. Two: I know about Imhotep from the movie. Three: I have no clue man."
With all the excitement going on Ardeth had almost forgot what he was here for. "My, good people," he said, "we have a problem. A new cult is trying to awake the Creature. They stole the books, which you already know, and must start the ritual by midnight or else Imhotep will be lost forever."
"Here we go again," Rick sighed. "Okay, Evie, you and Topanga and Alex stay here, no 'but's'. You both are not in condition to fight. Alex, I need you to take care of your mum. Boys," he said to Cory, Shawn and Eric, "I hope you have good hand eye coordination." And with that they left.
~~~~~~~~
"Master," a frail voice called out from behind a wall.
"Yes, Frankie?" All of a sudden the owner of the frail voice stepped from behind the wall to reveal a huge guy who looks like a football player. "It is now midnight. We are ready to raise our Lord from the dead." Master, whose real name is, Mohammad (Let's call him Mo) gave an evil smile. "Come, Our Lord( Voldemort ::blushes and laughs nervously:: oops, wrong story, I mean Imhotep) awaits us. They walked out of the room and down a dark corridor. They reach their destination and we see a room that has a high ceiling. The walls are painted a goldish brown and the floor is made of marble. There are no windows and there are torches and lanterns hanging throughout the eerie room. "Frankie, where are the sacrifices?" Master Mo asked impatiently.
"I'm on it." Frankie picks up the phone and dials 1-800-SACRIFICE'S-R-US. "Hi I need three sacrifices..." Silence. "No, I don't care if they are boys are girls. Thanks. Bye." Frankie hangs up. "They should be here in Ten minutes Master. If they aren't we get free crazy bread." Master Mo slaps himself in the forehead.
Later
"My Lord," Master Mo says in Egyptian, "welcome back."
To Be Continued.....
A/n: I hope you liked it. I still am not completely over my writer's block. Please R/R!
