Call off the dogs!!! Chapter 12 has arrived!!! Wouldn't you rather it be good and not rushed??? I'm sorry, okay?!? I'm sorry !!!!!!!!!!!
Note: See, the italic sections represent the unconscious mind, which is different from the "indigo fog" of the previous chapter, which is more like the space between life and death. The standard type is normal time, still in Evelyn's apartment. Enjoy:)
Chapter 12
"Breathing"
or
"How Many Times Has Dr. Miller Been Knocked Out, Anyway?" :)
Evelyn realized something, and did what any sensible woman would do in her place.
She fainted.
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She awoke in her own bed to see the sun had long since disappeared below the sandy horizon. The room was cloaked in darkness, but she could just make out the outline of a man standing before the window, the moonlight glinting slightly off his body. "Rick?" she called. He didn't answer. She reached over to click the bedside lamp on, and when she turned back toward the window, the figure was no longer there.
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When Evelyn fell, the only one to react right away was Rick. He spun around to catch her, lowering her gently to the ground. Dr. Miller's eyes narrowed viciously. His mouth was twisted into an ugly grimace that almost looked painful. "Stand up," he snarled. "Leave the Princess be."
"Evelyn," Rick whispered as her shook her. "Evelyn, honey, wake up..."
"Get up," Dr. Miller tried again as he strode over to the men and aimed the gun at Rick's head. Jonathan looked terrified beyond words, and Ardeth just stood there, fingers itching for a weapon, waiting to see what the Creature would do next. Rick slowly stood, raising his hands helplessly in the air.
A noise, a scuffle, behind them.
A shot.
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Suddenly he appeared beside her, sitting on the bed. He tucked a stray curl behind her ear and murmured, "Oh, Princess, why did things have to end this way?"
"How should I know?"
His mouth smiled, but his eyes remained impassive. "I keep forgetting that you don't remember. Eh-vellen. Is that what they call you now?"
"What do you want from us?"
"Oh, Princess," he said again. "I never wanted to hurt you. Neither did she."
"She tried to kill me."
"Love makes us do foolish things. As we speak, your beloved fights for you, too. They should know it's futile. They can't win against me."
"You know killing me will not bring her back."
His eyes hardened, and he stood suddenly. He pulled Evelyn off the bed and threw her forcefully to the ground. "I will kill you all," he hissed.
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"Interesting weapon," Dr. Miller mused. "I see why you favor it."
They stared in shock at the pair of feet that lay unmoving in the doorway. The look of complete astonishment on the poor dead man's face would have been comical if not for the gaping hole in his chest. The blood was already beginning to trickle in the room, soaking the carpet and the now lifeless leather shoes. "A bit messy, though," Dr. Miller continued, still studying the firearm as if it fascinated him. Rick took advantage of Dr. Miller's preoccupation with the gun and landed a punch to his jaw. Dr. Miller staggered back, but recovered shortly and returned the blow.
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When Evelyn looked up after hitting the ground she spotted Dr. Miller. He cowered in the corner, running nervous fingers through his hair, glancing furtively around the room. "Can't catch me," he mumbled. "You can't catch me. Evelyn, hello! Have you come to visit me?" His eyes lit up, but dimmed when he spotted Imhotep, who had once again taken his place by the window.
"Your beloved is going to do something stupid," Imhotep told her. "He never was a smart one."
"What's happening?" she asked anxiously. She had to do something! "What's going on?"
"We'll fight, he'll die," Imhotep said simply. "Even with this meager excuse for a body-" he nodded in Dr. Miller's direction- "my strength will overpower him. I don't know why he's even trying." He grimaced at something only he could see. "Oh, that has to hurt. I think I heard something snap."
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With a vicious cry, Ardeth swung his scimitar at Dr. Miller's throat, but the curator's reflexes were too quick and he leapt just in time. He lunged viciously at Ardeth's stomach, knocking the warrior to the ground. Rick immediately stepped into the fight, but before he could react, Dr. Miller remembered the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger.
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Imhotep started to laugh. "Whoever invented this 'gun' was brilliant. Say goodbye to your lover, Eh-vellen."
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Dr. Miller looked confusedly at the handgun as it clicked harmlessly. "What's wrong?" he asked. "What'd I do?"
"I only like to keep one bullet in it," Jonathan said sheepishly. As Rick advanced on Dr. Miller again, he silently thanked the Lord that Jonathan was a complete idiot...
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"No!!!" Evelyn stood and launched herself at Imhotep. He was so startled at the sudden movement that when her fist connected with his jaw it took him a moment to react.
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"Fool," Dr. Miller growled at Rick. He threw the gun to the side. "I-"
Then he staggered back slightly as if someone had hit him and brought a hand up to his jaw. "My, my, the Princess has quite an arm," he said, then dashed out of the way again as Rick swung.
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Imhotep had his hands around her throat now. Her eyes flew wildly to Dr. Miller, but he just smiled dreamily and continued to study the floor. Little black dots danced at the edge of her vision...
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Jonathan sunk to his sister's side as the three other men continued to throw punches at each other. The still unconscious Evelyn began letting out strangled little gasps as if it was difficult for her to breathe.
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"Goodbye, Nefertiri," Imhotep sighed, as if it pained him to have to do this. "See you in the Underworld."
Evelyn closed her eyes...
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