**Lets all just use our imaginations and pretend that Evie and Rick had twins instead of just Alex…**
PS: Sorry for all the spelling mistakes having to do with The Mummy.
Rating: PG!!
Disclaimer: Well…none are mine…except Frankie, also the Anuzy Pyramid its Pharaoh and well…everything that is in it. All came from my head. Anyways…please enjoy and no infringement is intended.
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Her shrill scream ripped through the tomb, reaching the other students as they ran for the light; stopping them in their traps.
"What was that?" The red head demanded, wrapping her arms around her thin body.
"Our deaths," her partner replied pulling her out the front door.
"Frankie," Dierdre cried out in terror, she struck Frances hard across the face.
"What happened?" Frances gasped, "am I dead?" She sat up, gripping Dierdre's arm so tightly it throbbed.
"No we're not dead. Not yet anyway, you just fainted." Dierdre pressed her palm to Frances' warm forehead.
"So the mummy…wasn't alive?" Frances wondered.
Dierdre gave Frances an odd look, "no," she replied slowly. "It's dead; just like it has been for thousands of years."
Frances lifted her left hand to her chest, she looked down and saw she was still holding the Goddess's severed hand. She shuddered and tossed it away. "It's all my fault." Frances realized; hot tears flooded her eyes and she dropped her head.
"It was an accident," Dierdre said brushing Frankie's hair off her forehead.
"Everyone could have been killed because of me," Frances whispered, "your father is probably dead because of me."
"We don't know that for sure," Dierdre quickly helped Frances to her feet. Hope lightened her tone, "besides we can't dwell on that now; we have to figure out how to get out of here—"
"If we can get out of here," Frances muttered.
"—before whatever we've released finds us first."
"Do you know where we took the wrong turn?" Frances queried, she was gripping Dierdre's hand as they slowly made their way down the narrow halls of the tomb.
"I don't know, it was dark." Dierdre waved the flashlight over a glimmering pure gold wall. France's foot scuffed the ground and Dierdre started. "I need to get out of here," she tightened her grip on Frankie's hand.
"We will."
Frances wasn't sure if she was trying to convince Dierdre or herself. "All we have to do is keep calm and stay together." Frances tentatively turned the corner, tugging Dierdre behind her.
"I can't stand the silence," Dierdre whispered, swinging the flashlight around. How had they managed to get so lost?
"Do you think they will come looking…your parents?"
"They damn well better," Frances snarled. "I didn't come all the way to Egypt to be lost inside a tomb for eternity." Frances felt the tears again, she tried to ignore them as a tear rolled down her cheek. "I just want to go home," she sniffled, but then she shook herself. She couldn't fall apart. Not now, not when Dierdre was depending on her. "But I guess my homesickness isn't really important right now is it?"
"No, I suppose not."
The paused at an intersection.
"Curse the Egyptians and their mazes," Dierdre murmured. "Oh good heavens," she said dropping her hands to her sides; finally giving up. "What on Earth are we going to do? We can't keep wondering around like this." Dierdre demanded into the darkness, she stomped her foot and tried not to burst into tears.
"Calm down Dierdre," Frances begged, it would be no help if they both lost it. She took the flashlight from Dierdre and shone it along the walls. "There has to be some way to get out of here. A trigger…a button, to get out of this pyramid." She sighed and shook her head, planting her hand against the wall. The ground rippled beneath their feet, "oh sh—!" Frances voice was cut off as the ground gave way from underneath them.
"We're going to die!" Frances heard Dierdre scream as Frances' backside landed on something hard.
"Oomph," she cried out as she fell back. They appeared to have triggered some sort of trap door and now her and Dierdre were sliding down a…a slide. "No we're not!" Frances shouted back, although she had no idea what would become of them. Suddenly Frances body slid up the side of the slide and she felt a scream claw its way out of her throat as she was bumped and jolted down the slide.
"Ahhh!" Dierdre wailed, "oh," she grunted as her backside thudded against a wall. Or at least…she hoped it was a wall.
Frances was not far behind, she slid into Dierdre, her legs hung over Dierdre's shoulders and she shook her head trying to gather her bearings.
"You…okay…?" Frances croaked.
"Barely," Dierdre croaked back, "what now?"
"I have no idea, I lost the bloody torch on the way down," Frances shook her head. Remind me not to touch anything again until I get back home to England. "Wait!" She cried out, she pushed herself into a sitting position and struggled to get her pack off her back.
"What are you doing?" Dierdre's voice was small and sounded very, very frightened.
Frances let out a sigh of relief as her fingers closed around her precious box. She pulled out a small match with shaking fingers and fumbled to light it. When she struck it against the side of the box her face split into a smile and she felt like laughing out loud. "Let there be light." She declared as it burst into flame.
"Matches?" Dierdre blurted, "brilliant!"
Frances held the match against the wall, hoping it wouldn't burn out to fast. "There has to be something…" She whispered, momentarily forgetting her resolution. She groped the wall. And heard Dierdre sigh, frustrated.
"Arge!" Dierdre growled slamming her heal against the panel in front of her.
Frances froze as she heard stone rubbing against stone. "Di, you might want to be careful—"
The two girls toppled out of the pyramid, the sand was burning hot, but as precious to Di and Frankie as any trinket of gold.
"Lord Almighty," Frances breathed looking upwards, she scanned the vivid blue sky.
"Amen to that," Dierdre pushed herself onto her elbows. She and Frances slowly got to their feet, blinking as their eyes grew accustomed to the sun shine. "Let's get out of here."
They ambled around to the other side of the pyramid and saw tire marks in the sand where the four buses had once been.
"This is bad isn't it?" Dierdre muttered to herself.
Frances felt like screaming, suddenly her ears picked up a faintly distinct sound.
The sound of horses hooves pounding.
"Very bad," Frances said grabbing onto Dierdre's arm.
