So I Might Not Look the Same...

Chapter 2: The Dream

"I love you, Anck-su-namun," came the breathless whisper of he-who-looked- like-Arnold Vosloo. Rebecca looked around, except she wasn't Rebecca anymore. She was Anck-su-namun. It was her face, just with darker skin, Egyptian eyes, and straight black hair. But Anck-su-namun is only a movie character... Rebecca/Anck-su-namun thought. But maybe, maybe, they were real people, and... I'm Anck-su-namun, and... Arnold Vosloo is Imhotep? The possibility was too strange to even consider.

"I love you," he whispered again, and Rebecca/Anck-su-namun fell into his soft embrace. They kissed. Rebecca had never kissed a boy before, (that she knew of) yet it came naturally to her. Yes, she thought, yes, this is right. This is where I belong. I am safe here. She knew she loved this man, purely and passionately and deeply, yet... he was Arnold Vosloo, the movie star. They had never met. But she had met Imhotep...

They kissed again, longer and harder than before. Imhotep wrapped his arms around her waist and she leaned against him. He rocked her back and forth as she pressed against his side. Rebecca/Anck-su-namun began to sing their special song:

As the Nile flows,

As our love grows,

I will always be there

Be there for you.

Remember me,

Remember me,

Remember me,

Remember me.

Rebecca/Anck-su-namun had never heard the song in her life, yet she knew it all, the tune, the words, by heart. It was their song. They created it. They sung it to each other. No one else knew of it. It was theirs, just as their love was. "This wasn't in the movie," Rebecca thought.

They kissed again and Imhotep moved his arm over her shoulder, smudging the golden paint. She didn't care. He loved her and she loved him. Nothing else mattered. Suddenly, they heard a voice, a voice Rebecca had never heard, but recognized immediately. "The Pharaoh!" Imhotep whispered. She didn't want him to leave, didn't want the soft, comforting embrace to be gone. "I love you..." She whispered. She had never said those words to a non-family- member before, yet it felt right to do so.

This is like the movie, Rebecca thought, Yet, it's different. It's real. Imhotep hid in the shadows as the Pharaoh entered. He saw Rebecca/Anck-su- namun's smudged paint. "Who has touched you?" He demanded. She looked at him guiltily, not know what to say. Imhotep walked out from the shadows. "Imhotep?!" the Pharaoh gasped, "My priest?!" Not knowing what she was doing, but more relying on instincts from the Mummy movie, Rebecca/Anck-su- namun took her dagger and plunged it into Seti I's back.

By this time, Imhotep had drawn his sword and joined Rebecca/Anck-su-namun in the process of hacking at the Pharaoh's body. Almost everything's going just like the movie, Rebecca thought, Maybe I'm just fantasizing myself in the movie.. But she knew that was wrong. This was real. She love between her and Imhotep, the cries of bloody murder from Seti I, the dread in the pit of her stomach of knowing what she would have to do, yet she also felt that she didn't mind it. She loved this man, Imhotep, Arnold Vosloo, whoever, so much she would do anything for him.

The deed was done, and Imhotep's priests were pulling him, rushing him out of the room so he wouldn't be blamed fro the Pharaoh's murder. He resisted. "Go! Save yourself!" Rebecca/Anck-su-namun cried. "No." He said, unfaltering. Rebecca/Anck-su-namun didn't want her love in danger. "Only you can resurrect me!" She told him. He looked sad, knowing what she would do.

Rebecca/Anck-su-namun ran her fingertips over her lover's face, barley touching him. The priests pushed harder, trying to get Imhotep to leave. Soon they grew too strong for him. "I won't leave you!" he cried as they pulled him away. "Anck-su-namun!"

The Med Jai had come, and not a moment too soon. The time is now, Rebecca/Anck-su-namun said. Trying not to look scared, she raised her dagger. "My body is no longer his temple!" she cried, saying the exact words as she remembered from the movie, because her stomach was a knot of mixed emotions and she couldn't have made up something even if she had tried to.

Rebecca/Anck-su-namun plunged the dagger into her stomach. Pain. Lots of it. Worse than any she had felt before, even flying out of a car at 75 MPH. Her vision was getting blurry. She knew she was dying. She saw the blood on her hands and the look at fright on the Med Jais' faces, before a comforting black blanket stretched over her eyes.