Alex kicked down the last guard. He smiled to himself as he realized that
it was the one who had tied him up. He had done a very poor job and Alex
had broken free very easily. It was only a matter of time before he had
thrown Ardeth's fallen dagger over to the man to set himself and everyone
else free. Soon, all five of them were fighting.
Imhotep's men had no guns. They only had daggers and swards.
The fight was over before it began.
"Where is he taking her?" Ardeth asked one of the attackers, his blade pressed against his neck.
Ardeth's prisoner breathed rapidly, not sure if he was going to tell.
"WHERE ARE THEY GOING?"
He pressed the blade in deeper as Alex watched, in amazement, the will of the captive brake.
"He's taking her to Ahm Shere." The man squealed.
Rick and Evelyn looked at each other. Jonathan sat, listening, trying to catch his breath.
"Why?" Ardeth questioned.
"I don't know."
The dagger cut into flesh just the tiniest bit. Blood began to trickle down the prisoner's neck.
He yelled in pain and fear.
"Something about a mark." He choked out, "Something about her being the Chosen One."
Evelyn gasped as she began to remember more about her past life. The man's ramblings were triggering flashbacks.
"What do you mean by 'Chosen One'?" Ardeth asked. As soon as he asked the question, he knew what the answer was going to be.
"The mark. She has the mark. That's all I know, I swear."
The sound of the dagger ending the man's life with one clean swipe brought Evelyn out of her daze.
She turned to Rick and gripped his shoulders tightly.
"We have to find her. We have to get her away from him." She turned to Ardeth, "We have to save her. He's going to kill her."
*~*~*
All of the other palace maids had thought she was simple. She was Nefertiri's personal maid, which made her, Omorose, higher than the others in the social chain. The other maids began to notice the High Priest's interest in her. They thought she was stupid for not responding to his actions, for not accepting the marriage proposals.
They only saw his actions in public.
They never knew what happened when no one was around, how he'd corner her in an abandoned hallway and take advantage of her in her weakest moments. They knew nothing of what he was capable of. They knew nothing of what he had gotten away with.
Only Nefertiri knew. Once she had caught him. After that, Nefertiri made every attempt to save her from Imhotep and at times, it just wasn't enough.
All of these horrible images kept flashing before her eyes. Why was she remembering this?
Monifa pressed her face against the window of the car. It had begun to rain. How fitting, she found herself thinking. She had just found her father and now she's being held hostage for some reason she couldn't grasp. She had the worst headache in the world and to top it all off, it begins to rain.
The car stopped and she was forced out into cold. She shivered as she suddenly realized that she was still in her school uniform. A thick black cloak was placed on her shoulders and suddenly she was warm. She turned around to see Imhotep's decaying body. He wrapped the cloak around her more tightly to insure her comfort. For a moment, Monifa was touched by this strange act of kindness, but it quickly passed.
"Don't be angry little one. You have a new family now." He told her in Ancient Egyptian.
She frowned trying to figure out what he had meant by that. She looked around her trying to get a good look at her surroundings. They were outside of a mansion bigger than Alex's home.
But one thing was for sure.
They were still in London.
There was still hope.
Two men behind her were holding umbrellas as they dug through a massive trunk. She looked forward to find that Imhotep was nowhere to be seen.
Something metal fell behind her. She slowly turned to see what had fallen.
It was a gun.
A flare gun.
Her eyes widened at the sight of it. She looked at the two men who were still digging in the trunk, taking out various weapons.
They hadn't realized that they dropped it.
She bent down as if she was about to tie her shoes. Very carefully, she reached out for the flare gun and grabbed it by the handle. She stood as she considered her options.
*~*~*
The windshield wipers of Rick's car flapped back and forth rhythmically. Rick drove with Ardeth in the passenger's seat and Evelyn, Alex, and Jonathan were crammed in the back seat.
They pulled out of the driveway just as flares shot up in the sky.
Ardeth smiled as he recognized the Medji signal of warning. He didn't think she had remembered it.
"Go to where the flares were launched." He ordered.
She was still alive. There's still time.
Imhotep's men had no guns. They only had daggers and swards.
The fight was over before it began.
"Where is he taking her?" Ardeth asked one of the attackers, his blade pressed against his neck.
Ardeth's prisoner breathed rapidly, not sure if he was going to tell.
"WHERE ARE THEY GOING?"
He pressed the blade in deeper as Alex watched, in amazement, the will of the captive brake.
"He's taking her to Ahm Shere." The man squealed.
Rick and Evelyn looked at each other. Jonathan sat, listening, trying to catch his breath.
"Why?" Ardeth questioned.
"I don't know."
The dagger cut into flesh just the tiniest bit. Blood began to trickle down the prisoner's neck.
He yelled in pain and fear.
"Something about a mark." He choked out, "Something about her being the Chosen One."
Evelyn gasped as she began to remember more about her past life. The man's ramblings were triggering flashbacks.
"What do you mean by 'Chosen One'?" Ardeth asked. As soon as he asked the question, he knew what the answer was going to be.
"The mark. She has the mark. That's all I know, I swear."
The sound of the dagger ending the man's life with one clean swipe brought Evelyn out of her daze.
She turned to Rick and gripped his shoulders tightly.
"We have to find her. We have to get her away from him." She turned to Ardeth, "We have to save her. He's going to kill her."
*~*~*
All of the other palace maids had thought she was simple. She was Nefertiri's personal maid, which made her, Omorose, higher than the others in the social chain. The other maids began to notice the High Priest's interest in her. They thought she was stupid for not responding to his actions, for not accepting the marriage proposals.
They only saw his actions in public.
They never knew what happened when no one was around, how he'd corner her in an abandoned hallway and take advantage of her in her weakest moments. They knew nothing of what he was capable of. They knew nothing of what he had gotten away with.
Only Nefertiri knew. Once she had caught him. After that, Nefertiri made every attempt to save her from Imhotep and at times, it just wasn't enough.
All of these horrible images kept flashing before her eyes. Why was she remembering this?
Monifa pressed her face against the window of the car. It had begun to rain. How fitting, she found herself thinking. She had just found her father and now she's being held hostage for some reason she couldn't grasp. She had the worst headache in the world and to top it all off, it begins to rain.
The car stopped and she was forced out into cold. She shivered as she suddenly realized that she was still in her school uniform. A thick black cloak was placed on her shoulders and suddenly she was warm. She turned around to see Imhotep's decaying body. He wrapped the cloak around her more tightly to insure her comfort. For a moment, Monifa was touched by this strange act of kindness, but it quickly passed.
"Don't be angry little one. You have a new family now." He told her in Ancient Egyptian.
She frowned trying to figure out what he had meant by that. She looked around her trying to get a good look at her surroundings. They were outside of a mansion bigger than Alex's home.
But one thing was for sure.
They were still in London.
There was still hope.
Two men behind her were holding umbrellas as they dug through a massive trunk. She looked forward to find that Imhotep was nowhere to be seen.
Something metal fell behind her. She slowly turned to see what had fallen.
It was a gun.
A flare gun.
Her eyes widened at the sight of it. She looked at the two men who were still digging in the trunk, taking out various weapons.
They hadn't realized that they dropped it.
She bent down as if she was about to tie her shoes. Very carefully, she reached out for the flare gun and grabbed it by the handle. She stood as she considered her options.
*~*~*
The windshield wipers of Rick's car flapped back and forth rhythmically. Rick drove with Ardeth in the passenger's seat and Evelyn, Alex, and Jonathan were crammed in the back seat.
They pulled out of the driveway just as flares shot up in the sky.
Ardeth smiled as he recognized the Medji signal of warning. He didn't think she had remembered it.
"Go to where the flares were launched." He ordered.
She was still alive. There's still time.