Disclaimer: Sadly, Rick, Evelyn, Alex, or Jonathan belong to me. I wish, but they don't. (Hey Santa, can I get 'em for Christmas?) So don't sue me. I'm poor as it is.
A/N: I got a review! -does the I-Got-A-Review-So-Now-I'm-Happy dance- Thank you very much, egyptian princess of 1290 b.c. Here's another chapter.
Rated for language. (Hey, his wife just died. He's got a right to swear.)
A Soldier's Instincts
She's gone….
I don't notice the beauty of the golden corridor as my steps echo in the stale air.
My soldier instincts have kicked in.
Search and destroy.
That goddamn bitch! Just walked right up and stabbed her, right in front of our son!
And Jonathan.
And me….
That bastard is gonna pay.
I almost smile. Evelyn would've killed me if she could hear what I'm thinking. She never liked it when Jonathan or I swore. But I don't smile.
I can't.
Evelyn….
I clutch the torch in my hand even tighter, mildly surprised the wood hasn't cracked in half by now.
I can't get her face out of my mind. Her eyes, looking up at me with complete love and trust as I hold her in my arms. Her dying eyes. Her voice echoes in my ears.
'I love. you.'
Barely a whisper, but now that's all I can hear.
That sounds poetic...
Scratch that. I hear something else. Ringing? No… a gong. That's it. That goddamn mummy's ringing a gong.
Calling that Scorpion King, knowing my luck.
The bitch that killed Evelyn's no where in sight.
Pity.
I'd be nice to kill her very slowly right now.
I suppose good 'ol Imhotep will have to do. You know… that mummy's gotta learn to stay dead.
The searching's over. Now for the destroying.
This is for you, Evelyn.