~*Author's Note: Again. I don't own Amneris, or Zoser,
but I do own Menes.*~
Traitorism
Menes strolled out where the guards where standing,
making sure no one interfered with Zoser's sentence.
"Take a break, I will handle it," he ordered.
The guard's nodded swiftly, walked away, thankful for
the chance of a break. Menes looked up at Zoser, and
smirked. The old man stared right back, his brow
raising slightly.
"What a wasteful way to die, I'll make a deal with
you," Menes hooked his hands behind his back, "I will
cut you free, if you help me become the Pharaoh."
Zoser took the deal in, and considered it. This boy
has ambition. Unlike his worthless son, this man was
wanting to take the lead. He grinned slightly, "Deal."
Unsheathing his sword quickly, Menes cut the ties
that bound the other man to the pole. Zoser rubbed his
wrists, and crossed his arms.
"We better get to my house, the guards will not be
gone long," Menes sheathed his sword, and turned
swiftly on his heel walking back towards the palace.
"I have someplace better," Zoser grinned.
"If your meaning your secret "hideaway" that wouldn't
work, it's been ransacked by the guards."
Zoser silently cursed, and walked after the younger
man. Menes took him to a small room, the was connected
to the palace. It was neatly furnished, for a man as
evil as Menes was, he did have taste. He sat down in a
cushion chair, "So... What made you think I could help
you?"
"You killed the last Pharaoh, certainly you can think
of a way to kill this one."
Zoser crossed his arms, and narrowed his brow. "The
only way you'd become Pharaoh, is if you married the
current one, then she died."
Menes grinned slightly. He waltzed over to the wine
cabinet that was made of fresh pine, he had it made by
a friend of another country. He poured himself a
drink, and took a sip.
"So I fool the damn princess into thinking that I love
her."
"That's about it."
"Shouldn't be too hard."
"I wouldn't say that, Amneris isn't stupid."
"I'm a good actor, I'm sure I'll succeed."
Zoser grinned. This boy just might make it. If Menes
could become Pharaoh, perhaps he could put Zoser back
in power. "If you, could marry the Princess, I'll tell
you how to go about disposing of her."
Menes finished up the drink, then grinned. This was
his chance to prove how powerful he was. He always
stood by and watched Radames throw his chance at
greatness away. He squeezed the glassed, and watched
it break in his hand, fascinated by the blood that
quickly covered his hand. A knock on the door made him
jump.
"Sir!"
Zoser quickly ducked in the closet, and Menes pulled
open the front door.
"Zoser..has escaped....sir...your hand."
Menes looked his hand, and then quickly unsheathed
his sword, quickly slamming it into the guard's
stomach. His eyes rolled back, and he moaned softly.
It always seemed to excite him to hear the sound of
death. The guard fell limp. And Menes pulled him
inside.
Zoser walked out of the closet, and stared down at the
dead man, silently. Menes told him to get out. He had
to obey, as much as he hated to. He walked out of the
room, and went to find someplace else to sleep for the
night.
Walking over to the guard, Menes hoisted him up, and
tossed him carelessly into the closet. He had other
pressing matters to attend to. He walked out of the
small room, needing some air. He drew in a breath as
he stared forward. Was that the princess? He walked a
bit closer. No..it wasn't. He let out his breath, and
walked into his actual bedroom. He pulled off his
shirt, and looked down at the tattoo of the Egyptian
eye that was on his chest. Egypt would crumble under
Amneris' rule. She will stop all the wars, and allow
other countries to attack.
He wasn't an Egyptian anymore. No. He walked over to
the mirror that stood proud and tall in front of him.
No, he wasn't an Egyptian, he was a traitor...
~*I don't think that this chap. Is as good as the
first one, but eh. What do you think?"*~
but I do own Menes.*~
Traitorism
Menes strolled out where the guards where standing,
making sure no one interfered with Zoser's sentence.
"Take a break, I will handle it," he ordered.
The guard's nodded swiftly, walked away, thankful for
the chance of a break. Menes looked up at Zoser, and
smirked. The old man stared right back, his brow
raising slightly.
"What a wasteful way to die, I'll make a deal with
you," Menes hooked his hands behind his back, "I will
cut you free, if you help me become the Pharaoh."
Zoser took the deal in, and considered it. This boy
has ambition. Unlike his worthless son, this man was
wanting to take the lead. He grinned slightly, "Deal."
Unsheathing his sword quickly, Menes cut the ties
that bound the other man to the pole. Zoser rubbed his
wrists, and crossed his arms.
"We better get to my house, the guards will not be
gone long," Menes sheathed his sword, and turned
swiftly on his heel walking back towards the palace.
"I have someplace better," Zoser grinned.
"If your meaning your secret "hideaway" that wouldn't
work, it's been ransacked by the guards."
Zoser silently cursed, and walked after the younger
man. Menes took him to a small room, the was connected
to the palace. It was neatly furnished, for a man as
evil as Menes was, he did have taste. He sat down in a
cushion chair, "So... What made you think I could help
you?"
"You killed the last Pharaoh, certainly you can think
of a way to kill this one."
Zoser crossed his arms, and narrowed his brow. "The
only way you'd become Pharaoh, is if you married the
current one, then she died."
Menes grinned slightly. He waltzed over to the wine
cabinet that was made of fresh pine, he had it made by
a friend of another country. He poured himself a
drink, and took a sip.
"So I fool the damn princess into thinking that I love
her."
"That's about it."
"Shouldn't be too hard."
"I wouldn't say that, Amneris isn't stupid."
"I'm a good actor, I'm sure I'll succeed."
Zoser grinned. This boy just might make it. If Menes
could become Pharaoh, perhaps he could put Zoser back
in power. "If you, could marry the Princess, I'll tell
you how to go about disposing of her."
Menes finished up the drink, then grinned. This was
his chance to prove how powerful he was. He always
stood by and watched Radames throw his chance at
greatness away. He squeezed the glassed, and watched
it break in his hand, fascinated by the blood that
quickly covered his hand. A knock on the door made him
jump.
"Sir!"
Zoser quickly ducked in the closet, and Menes pulled
open the front door.
"Zoser..has escaped....sir...your hand."
Menes looked his hand, and then quickly unsheathed
his sword, quickly slamming it into the guard's
stomach. His eyes rolled back, and he moaned softly.
It always seemed to excite him to hear the sound of
death. The guard fell limp. And Menes pulled him
inside.
Zoser walked out of the closet, and stared down at the
dead man, silently. Menes told him to get out. He had
to obey, as much as he hated to. He walked out of the
room, and went to find someplace else to sleep for the
night.
Walking over to the guard, Menes hoisted him up, and
tossed him carelessly into the closet. He had other
pressing matters to attend to. He walked out of the
small room, needing some air. He drew in a breath as
he stared forward. Was that the princess? He walked a
bit closer. No..it wasn't. He let out his breath, and
walked into his actual bedroom. He pulled off his
shirt, and looked down at the tattoo of the Egyptian
eye that was on his chest. Egypt would crumble under
Amneris' rule. She will stop all the wars, and allow
other countries to attack.
He wasn't an Egyptian anymore. No. He walked over to
the mirror that stood proud and tall in front of him.
No, he wasn't an Egyptian, he was a traitor...
~*I don't think that this chap. Is as good as the
first one, but eh. What do you think?"*~