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Chapter Three

"Mum?" Presley jumped a mile from where he was sitting. Without a considering glanced at the Pharaoh he raced from the room.

Amanda was standing by the door her hand placed delicately over her heart. "It's alright Presley, honey. It's just my boss Mr. Harris Stone here about the Ramses exhibit… he gave me a fright that's all."

Amanda's boss hand started at Presley's hasty entry. Something akin to recognition glimmered in cold stone like eyes.

"…my son Presley," Amanda was saying draping an arm around Presley's shoulder and ushering him forward slightly.

"Son?" The cold eyes never left Presley's face.

Somewhere inside Presley felt his heart stop beating for a moment or two. His emerald eyes were fixated to the cold grey eyes of Harrison Stone. Fear laced through him for an unidentifiable reason. What was his mother's boss doing on their doorstep at such a late hour?

"I'm… I'm… going to bed," Presley stammered backing away quickly and retreating further into the hall. "I'm sure our guest won't mind the guest room… I'll show him up."

Amanda smiled winningly. "Good idea. Show him his room and back to bed with you." She glanced back at her boss. "Quiet an evening for unexpected guests."

"Truly…" The cold eyes were still fixed on Presley with a grim resolution.

Presley felt a burning knot form in his throat. He swallowed violently, but the cold scrutiny of those eyes was not removed. Taking a hesitant step backwards Presley's gaze flickered back to Amanda.

The cold eyes narrowed.

"Goodnight mum."

"Night," Amanda replied lightly and smiled winningly at her boss.

Presley grimaced as he lent against the wall. What had made him react like that? It was not rare for his mother's colleagues to drop by on the eve on an exhibit opening.

But something was not right. Something was horribly wrong. The penny suddenly dropped. Amanda's boss never came to their front door. He never even phoned the house. And it was very late. The hall clock told him it was already half past one in the morning.

Laughing at his own stupidity Presley wandered back to the living room, where Pharaoh was waiting. Perhaps someone had decided to try and steal something from the exhibition. He hoped it wasn't Paul… his father.

Pharaoh's back was turned as Presley made his way back to the room. He knew Pharaoh had sensed his presence when, if it was indeed possible, he straightened to his full height.

"Where's your father?" Pharaoh asked. His voiced reminded Presley of Ja-kal when he was in one of his don't-you-dare-think-about-arguing-with-me moods. "I desire to speak with him."

"He's not here," Presley answered blithely waving his hand about. At the moment he didn't really care for Paul's whereabouts. "Who knows when that loo…" he stopped and blushed deeply before amending quickly, "dear father 'o mine decides to turn

up."

Pharaoh turned slowly on his heel and raised an elegant eyebrow. "Not here? Then where is he?"

Presley shrugged and reddened further. This was not how he had imagined meeting the Pharaoh. This was at least ten thousand times more uncomfortable.

It was another short strangled scream that brought the Pharaoh and his reborn son out of their reverie.

Before Presley could race to help Amanda Pharaoh grabbed his upper arm in a vice like grip, pulling him backwards to sit in an armchair.

"Stay here," Pharaoh hissed as he passed Presley and walked out in the hall.

"That prob…" Presley's voiced faded when Pharaoh was out of ear shot. "…ably not a good idea."

For a few moments Presley wavered on the spot. He stood but decided not to disobey the once most powerful man of the world. Well the world known by the Ancient Egyptians. That wasn't the way to get along with Pharaoh he decided. Much better to be the good little reborn son and do as he was told – but that didn't make it easy.

So Presley stood in the middle of the living room like an idiot standing perfectly still, his heart was thumping wildly in his rib cage. He heard Pharaoh's startled cry of rage and a loud thump which was followed by a crash.

A few more moments passed.

"Boy run!" came Pharaoh's command.

Presley would have run immediately but found in that instant that he couldn't seem to move.

But behind him came the sound of smashing glass. The shattered glass of the locked window fell in sharp crystals to the carpeted floor.

Winding a thin strip of cloth around a bloody hand smiling cockily at Presley stood…

"Dad!" Presley was aghast. Never in his life was he so pleased to see his arrogant father.

" 'ello kiddo," Paul beamed grabbing Presley roughly and started to forcibly lead him through the kitchen and out the back door.

"But mum…" Paul's gribbed tightened still dragging Presley behind him through a dark ally way.

"You're number one priority right now, Presley," Paul muttered looking wildly left and right. Presley had never seen his father so serious. "Last time I looked you were the only one in the family with a crazy bug man chasing him…"

Presley's head swam. "What are you doing here? I thought you were mad at me for yelling at you on the phone last week…"

"I was hurt, kiddo," Paul replied glaring down at Presley, "doesn't change the fact you are my son."

"But why?"

"Hush." Paul unnecessarily clamped a hand over Presley's mouth. "You will do everything I say. No matter how much you hate me right now. Understand?"

Paul hand slid from Presley's mouth and lingered lightly over his shoulders. Seeing Presley shivering in the cold, Paul took off his coat and wrapped it tightly around him. Presley grabbed at the warm leather thankfully looking up at Paul. For the first time Presley registered the fear in his father's eyes. Presley nodded his head knowing Paul was awaiting his answer and this was what he wanted.

"Good." Paul grabbed Presley again. A black car with a driver was waiting at the end of the ally way.

"I had to call in for a few favours… bug man has intensified his search for your true identity…"

Presley's mind reeled. All he could envision were those cold hard eyes. Those horrible cold lifeless eyes.

"I fear he may have found you."

An evil cackle sounded above the father and son's head. "That he has Mr. Carnarvon." Paul pushed Presley behind him. "That he has."

A figure opened the car door at the end of the ally way. The door slammed as he started to gesture wildly. Paul looked up in the darkness, "You will not have my son."

A shadow moved. And Presley's fear was realised. They had been cornered by Scarab.

The figure beside the car came running. Long black robes flying in the night's soft wind. Two thin claw-like hands took Presley's shoulders.

"Ahmed take him and go," Paul hissed his eyes flashed angrily in Scarab's direction. "I'll hold him off."

Scarab laughed again regarding Paul with cruel malicious delight. "Nothing like danger to bring out the real father inside you eh, Paul?"

Presley froze in horror and ignored Ahmed and stood firmly in place. "Dad…"

"Go with Ahmed," Paul said turning around, "NOW!"

Paul's roar brought Presley to his senses. He loosened and took a few steps backwards but gasped in horror as if he had seen a ghost.

Shabtis lined Ahmed's and Presley's exit.

"This would be a brilliant time to call those ancient guardians of yours!" Paul bellowed.

"Sure!" Presley returned hotly, "Could I borrow your cell phone?"

The shabtis took an ominous step towards Presley. "Take him alive!" he heard Scarab cry.

'Great,' Presley took another glance at Paul who was standing, feet apart glaring determinedly as if he was ready to fight.

But this glance cost Presley. A searing pain collided with his temple. He heard his father screaming his name, before his knees buckled underneath him and darkness enveloped him….

What happens next?

Even I don't know! I was gonna have Paul at the door but Scarab was such much more fun and interesting…. I'm just writing this off the top of my head…

Oh, and since I haven't seen an episode in years literally… can anyone tell me how the mummies know Presley is in trouble? If at all?

Thanks

Illeanah