I don't own Night at the Museum

Washington D.C, 2009 A.D.

She didn't know what he was going to do with her, let alone how she should react throughout all of this encounter. Playing mind games with him had not worked, he was too witty for that and choosing to fight him and been her defeat. "You've won Kahmunrah," she finally find the will to speak to him, "you can let go now. I won't go anywhere."

Upon her words, his grip softened across her shoulder and he turned her around so that she was facing him. He placed his hand on the wall and blocked her path from any means of escape. Even if she was able to slip from under his arm she knew that she would still be trapped. Neferet resisted the urge to roll her eyes in the situation that she was in. What had been something playful back in Egypt it had turned into a life or death situation. Winning was something that Kahmunrah had desired and it had been in his grasp for a short while but when she uttered those words to him, there was a feeling of satisfaction from within. "Say it again," he said to her.

Neferet gritted her teeth upon his command. "You heard what I-"

"I need to hear it again," he said to her and made another threat evident by placing the tip of his khopesh under her chin again.

She couldn't rear her head back anymore. There was nothing but wall behind her and the more she did it, the more her head started to throb. "You...won..." she icily repeated her words and he lowered his khopesh.

"There," he said to her, "you admitted it."

It took her a moment to realize at what he was referring to. His mind always traveled over to the past when he succeeded in getting his rightful place to the throne. Neferet hid her eyes behind her hand and shook her head. "I'm not talking about the throne!" she exclaimed, "get that out of your mind!"

"Hush," he ordered her, "I don't want to hear another word out of you regarding the past. What I rightfully achieved is the only thing matters and that is what I wish to remember."

Before Neferet could argue with him, a group of men suddenly walked towards Kahmunrah. It was those monochromatic men along with the Russian tsar approaching them. "Mr. Egypt," the tsar referred to Kahmunrah, "we have searched high and low for this Daley Devices but my men weren't able to find him."

"I betcha French Toast got to him first," Al Capone said, "and he's probably gloating about it to everyone else."

"He is with my brother," Kahmunrah reminded the two henchmen, "the one source in knowing how that tablet works. I need both of here and I want them now!"

Seeing that form of attitude coming out of him, Neferet couldn't help but chuckle. "Spoiled much Kahmunrah?" she teased only to earn a glare from him.

Her voice didn't go unnoticed when Al Capone craned his neck and looked behind Kahmunrah. "Look at that," he commented, "it's Mardi Gras. You couldn't escape this time could you doll?" he asked as his hand ran over the back end of the Tommy gun.

Kahmunrah looked from Neferet and then to Al Capone. He didn't know how these two were acquainted with one another and he didn't care about it. What he wanted at this moment was the tablet in his hands and his brother to witness the glory of what he was about to do with that tablet. "Whilst Mr. Bonaparte takes his time in getting back Mr. Daley and my brother, I say that we head to the upper level of this building...and gather some jewels whilst we're at it. I want to sit on my throne like the pharaoh I once was and will be again."

"What should we do with Mardi Gras?" Al Capone asked as his eyes fell once more on Neferet.

Kahmunrah considered Capone's question. After that mere scuffle that they had, he could dispose of her right this very moment but what pleasure would he have in doing that if she didn't witness his achievements once more? It would delightful in seeing that anxious and frightful look upon her features and this time, she wouldn't betray him like she had done before. Sometimes revenge didn't need to be rushed. Even after four thousand year it still had that taste of sweetness. He came to the conclusion and reach towards Neferet and grabbed her arm.

Neferet's feet staggered forward as she wound up next to Kahmunrah.

"She is coming with me," he said to the gangster before him, "and she won't be out of my sight during the duration of this time. If she dares to escape, do what you need to do Mr. Capone."

Neferet could see the gangster's lips tilting into a smirk at the permission that Kahmunrah had given him and upon that, she knew that he wouldn't resist in carrying out his deed.