Disclaimer:- I don't own Tom Sawyer, Mina Hawker, Skinner, Captain Nemo, Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde or anything else used in the fic, except Smith and Mr. Big. This chapter is just a little bit shorter than the other's I'm afraid. But it does explain all about Smith! Yes, finally, Smith's origins are reveled. There are a few mentions of Egyptian God's and a Pharaoh.

Not only that, but we are not half way through this story! And I own the LXG dvd! *is jumping up and down, blissfully happy* So, everything is good. :) Now, the shout outs,

Clez:- *ducks the frying pan* Okay... put the pan down, everything is fine... *is lying through her teeth* Nothing bad is going to happen to Tom any more... aww... 'masterpiece'? I think you're exaggerating! *blushes*

Angharad:- Glad you're liking it, kill him? Moi? ;) Yeah, I did see the 'Hound of the Baskervilles' last year, should have heard my scream followed by manic giggles when I realized he was Moritay in this movie... though I did get some funny looks from the people sitting near me.

Graymoon74:- *innocent halo* I can assure you, that that thought of Tom and slaves, has never crossed my mind... ;) Still getting the chills huh.

Rayne:- You said Spiffy! *giggles* That's such a cool word... anyway, the plot should un-thicken more in this part. Throw him down a well? Would I?

Niani:- You love it? Thanks!

Silent Bob 546:- Your confused? Hope this part helps. Yes, this is a long story. (This is only half way after all.)

freedomfighter82:- *stares down the well* You know... Tom isn't down there... he's still on the boat with Mr. Big and Smith. *throws down a light* Glad you like this, hope you like this part as well. That is, assuming you can get out of that well...

LotRseer3350:- *taps her foot* So you muse still hasn't shown up... hope she hurries, I really want to read the next part! Hope you enjoy this part!

Thunderjam:- awesome? Aww, shucks.

And now, without further ado, the next part;

The Bodyguard.

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Part Fifteen:- The Fallen Ones

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"How can you kill someone who is already dead?"

The League all stared down at the line, as if by staring at it they could make it change into something that made more sense. Skinner was the first to disrupt the quiet, unable to stand just it for any longer.

"So...?" He said, starting the sentence then trailing away, before turning his painted face towards Mina. Even though it was impossible to read the emotions on his face, the one word had managed to convey everything he felt. The anger at not being able to rescue Tom from Mr. Big, the shock at seeing Tom fighting against them, the fear when Tom had shot one of Nemo's sailors and the despair when Nemo had voiced his objections over going after Tom.

"So, what is Smith?" Skinner finally said, finishing his sentence at last. Mina picked up a yellowing piece of paper and scanned it, her whole body radiating calm.

"Smith is a Nephilim..." Mina said calmly. "That is Hebrew Mr. Skinner." She added, sensing Skinner's clear confusion. Dr. Jekyll pulled out his watch, little rainbows of color bouncing off it, as the male members of the League waited for Mina to elaborate on what she had just said. The Vampire just sat there, her eyes flicking from side to side as she read the yellow paper.

"Wh-what is a Nephilim?" Dr. Henry Jekyll said at last. Skinner picked up his glass and emptied it of the liquid inside in one gulp. He snorted.

"Who cares what a Nephilim is?" He said, his voice slightly unsteady. The floating hat and white face turned away from the ground and moved towards the drink cabinet. He hovered above the different bottles, stuck for choice about what drink to have next.

"Know your enemy Mr. Skinner and you know how to defeat him." Captain Nemo said stiffly, his hand resting on the hilt of his elaborate sword.

"We need to know as much as we can about this Smith, so we can find his weakness. Otherwise how can we hope to fight and defeat him? How can we hope to save Agent Sawyer?" He said. Skinner froze in mid-act, the bottle of whiskey he had chosen tipped at an angle. The painted face looked over at Nemo.

"You're right of course Nemo, me old mate." he said gruffly, continuing his action of pouring a drink. He put the glass up to his lips and drank the drink quickly, as if hoping the temporary escape of drink could banish from his mind the feeling that he should be out there, doing something to save Tom, even though he knew in his heart that he had no idea where to start. Mina gave a prim little cough, drawing everyone's attention back onto her.

"Literally, the word nephilim means "the fallen ones" and is a common euphemism for "the dead" in Hebrew." She started.

"Nephilims are mentioned in the bible... in Genesis, I believe, my memory is not what it once was. At that time the offspring of the Sons of God and the daughters of men are called Nephilim, who are the 'heroes of old, the men of renown.' Simply put they are the dead, fallen warriors." Mina finished.

"Right, so Smith is a fallen warrior. How does that help us? I mean, it doesn't tell us why he's alive or how to defeat him." Skinner slurred, his voice thick with the tones of a drunk.

"It's all here... in this dairy entry of Mr. Big." Mina said. She carefully picked up the paper and cleared her throat.

"I have only translated the first line into English, so I will have to read the rest out loud." She said calmly.

'How can you kill someone who is already dead?

That question has been plaguing me, ever since I discovered the truth about my new servant - I deiced to call him 'Smith', it sounds very English and anonymous. Also there must be hundreds of Smith's in London alone, so his name will not aid police if they ever are searching for him.

But I wander from the topic at hand. There seems to be no way to kill Smith, for the simple reason he is already dead. I have asked him again and again about his past, who and what he is. For some reason he answered every question I asked him, he tells me he is what the Christians call a 'Nephilim'. I will try and set it down here, in order to remember it fully for the future. I have written it just as Smith said it...

"Long ago, I was a bodyguard of the Pharaoh, Rameses II. It was he who first discovered the Well and learnt how to use its powers. At that time there was no end of people willing to lay down there lives for there God. We believed that once we had entered the well and given our life energy to the sprits that resided within, we would enter the underworld and be rewarded by the great God, Osiris. The truth was, as it so often is Boss, so very different. The living God had been using the well for nearly twenty years when my turn came to give my life for him. I was so proud, confident that this would be my by great task, and my reward - paradise. I entered the Well, where the spirits asked one question;

"Have you give your life willingly?" Of course, I said Yes. Then... there was nothing but pain. Pain through my whole body, covering me in a kind of purple light. It was my soul being removed from my living flesh. It was at this time, that I expected to join the ranks of Osiris, to meet Hathor on my journey and have my heart weighted against the feather of truth. Instead, my soul joined the other spirits, remaining in the Well. We blended together, all the souls, until individual thought or memory was impossible. I do not know how many years passed - time was not something we measured. Every now and then, another soul would join us, and for a brief time when we were absorbing the memories and experiences, we knew what was happening in the outside world.

Rameses II died at last, when he made the mistake of flinging an unwilling sacrifice to us. We refused to help him and he died of old age. We knew that he was no God.

So much time must have passed, and we were forgotten, for no one gave us any more Souls. The sands of time passed over us and we almost forgot we once were part of the world. Roughly one hundred years ago we were found again, and a new soul joined our ranks. The world had changed so much since the last member had joined us, we did not understand this new place. We had only just begun to understand when the guardian of the Well was killed. It meant that a new guardian must be formed. For some reason, I was chosen and for the first time since my 'death', I was an individual again.

I was given the dagger of the well and instructed to guard it from trespassers.

You ask how I was able to become human again Boss? You are right, my body had long ago crumbled back into dust. But there still lurked in the combined memory of all the souls, the imprint of what I used to look like. Using the sand and our power of life we created a body, but a body of bone, and hanging flesh. We did not have the power to create a living body from nothing. For a long time, like the guardians before me, I guarded the well, in my rotten corpse.

However, I was vain. I had studied the magic's of my people when I had lived and believed there was a way to create the illusion of a healthy body. As you can see Boss, it worked and I was able to cast a spell which gave me the illusion of what I used to look like. I soon learnt that I could turn it on and off at will and that I could also give the illusion of other people, though I have to study them in great detail, to make sure I can create them correctly. Otherwise, I could miss little things, like eye color.

That is my story Boss. The rest you know. You defeated me in combat and now I am your loyal servant, willing to do anything you command."

A few interesting things to note from his story. One, there must be some way to kill Smith, as he stated the guardian before him died. Two, the person who gives his life must tell the spirits that he is doing it of his own free will. Three, he is willing to do any thing I tell him to. And last... Smith is almost as old as the pyramids!'

Mina stopped and sighed deeply. She rubbed at her eyes with a gloved hand, suddenly feeling very tired.

"It doesn't tell us how to kill Smith, but there must be some way." She said softly, trying to mask the extreme tiredness, that had suddenly swept upon her.

"Even if we knew how to kill Smith, we do not know where he is, or where they have taken Agent Sawyer. We don't even know where this 'Well of Souls' is. The seas of the world are vast, and we have no way to track them." Nemo announced.

"How can we hope to stop them, if we know nothing." He added. Skinner's face - which had lit up at the thought of helping Tom - had dropped and he picked up his glass, yet another alcohol filled drink in it. Dr. Jekyll and Mina looked at each other, the despair clear on the female Vampire's face. She didn't have the energy to mask it.

"We may not know where they are taking Tom exactly, but we know that it is in Egypt. That is a start" Dr. Jekyll said, gathering some courage from an unknown source. "We can not just let them to this to him, he is a friend, and more than that... Tom is family." There was a short, uncomfortable silence.

"You're right Dr. Jekyll. We will get him back... and they will pay." Mina vowed. Skinner grinned and held up his glass in a toast.

"To famil-" He began, before sliding to the ground in a boneless heap, his glass slipping from his hand and falling to the ground. Skinner began to snore lightly, oblivious to the long suffering looks Mina and Henry Jekyll were giving each other. Captain Nemo turned and headed towards the bridge, ready to give the order to set sail - leaving the other two the task of getting an unconsciousness Skinner back to his own room.

"To Egypt." Nemo said.

TBC...

While people like Smith are mentioned in the bible, I am by no way suggesting they are all evil.

The Gods mentioned were; Osiris, who was the king of the dead and Hathor, the Goddess who, among other things, guided the dead to Osiris.

Rameses II is famous as he ruled for over 60, an incredible feat at the time!

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~Sethoz