I do not own any of these characters or story plot or anything in this story. All of these belong to the writer of The Mummy Returns. I only own my character- Ms. Sara Case.

Sara awoke to fingertips brushing along her jaw. Her eyes opened slowly but everything was in a daze; the last thing she could remember was the sickening scent of chemicals and her muffled scream through a cloth covering her mouth: chloroform. The thought made her nauseous, and her stomach heaved in her throat, threatening to spill over.

Sara fought the urge to throw up, swallowing a couple times. She tried to blink away the haze from her eyes and when that didn't work, she attempted to move her hand up to clear her vision-but couldn't. She grunted, trying to move her hands, but found them restricted behind her; the harder she tried to pull them apart, the harder the rope would dig into her skin. A sudden panic washed over her as she tried to kick her legs, but found them bound too. Chloroform and rope- it didn't really seem like a fun night to her. Adrenaline pumped through her veins from the panic, and her heart raced, causing her to trash against her restraints with no luck. She winced at the pain, and fell limb, letting her eyes adjust on their own.

Once they adjusted to the dim light, she looked about to figure out her surroundings. Sara could make out a fire in the short distance: smell the burning wood and hear the sharp crackles of the dry limber. She could see a brunet woman on a slab of wood, staring at her in a panic as well. Their eyes met for a moment before the brunet woman scanned the perimeter for an escape. Another woman, tied up? A chill ran through Sara's body and thought clouded her mind, what have I gotten myself into? She continued to look around the musty warehouse looking building, clearly left unclean as she sneezed into the cloud of dust and sand surrounding her on the floor. She could also see an audience of people; all men clad in red- some with cloth covering their faces, some old and some young. They all looked in her direction, either at her or the figures above her.

Sara's eyes followed the shadows cast on her from the figures above, and her eyes followed the high heeled dainty looking feet to a woman with dark hair and even darker eyes. There seemed to be something sinister about her, despite the comforting smile she offered Sara- it seemed to fake in the surroundings given. The woman looked next to her lovingly, as if looking for gratitude from someone, and Sara followed her gaze.

She screamed. She couldn't help it as she gazed at the mauled figure above her, staring down with empty eye sockets towards her. Its head was cocked to the side, with either amusement or curiosity as he looked down upon her, watching her reaction. Dead skin hung from his limbs, and the smell of rotten flesh flooded her nose. She screamed again in terror as it leaned closer, brushing the grotesque tips of its rotten fingers against her skin. Sara tried to wiggle away, out of it grasp, but it grabbed her chin forcefully, making her stare into its lifeless eyes. It mumbled something in a language unknown to her, something foreign, its voice deep and crumbly, as if it was as dry as the Sahara desert. From the sound of the voice, she assumed it was male, but that was the least of her worries.

The dark-haired woman leaned down, next to the creature, her hand on his shoulder in a comforting motion, "Ms. Case," she scolded Sara, her voice disappointed, "That is no way to greet the Lord Imhotep." She smiled lovingly at the creature and his chin stuck up, as if taking pride in the name. Sara personally didn't give a damn who he was- he could have been the Queen of England for all she cared, and she kept trying to squirm out of his harsh grasp.

He growled, an animalistic sound forming in his chest, and the sound of panting surrounded them. The Curator of the museum came into view, heaving lightly from his lack of exercise. At the sound of the heavy breathing, the monster let go of Sara's chin and looked onto the old man, as if expecting something.

Mr. Hafez cleared his throat, bringing the attention towards himself and Sara looked up, gaping, "You!" She screamed at him, furious with the elder man. "You stupid old bastard! What is the meaning of this?"

Imhotep looked back down, snapping his fingers at two guards. They appeared beside Sara's wiggling form and tied a cloth around her mouth, muffling her shouts of protest and anger. The cloth smelt and tasted like old moth balls and she tried to spit it out but failed miserably, choking on the taste. The acid in her stomach bubbled as another fit of nausea hit her, making her dizzy.

"Sir, Ms. Nais," Mr. Hafez started, looking at the young woman uncomfortably, still glaring at him and screaming into the cloth used as a gag, "I know she may be deemed rather unfit- but she fits the description of Ebe-Djabenusiri to a T." He paused to cough, signs of his sickness showing. Sara smiled smugly to herself, So the old man is sick; I hope he drops dead. "The similarities don't end, she is a doctor and there is an image of a scorpion on her back. They all tie together- she is the reincarnation of the Scorpion Queen."

Sara was too distracted by the thought of the old Curator finding her tattoo, and mostly how he found it. It was hidden on the small of her back, a terrible choice had made when she was younger and now regretted, How would he of ever seen it? While she thought of the possibilities, all disturbing, she was brought out of her thoughts by the sounds of shouting. The brunet woman had somehow torn off her gag and was screaming at the creature, "I'll send you back to your grave, you monster!"

The figure of Imhotep stood up, the dead flesh on his face turning into a somewhat amused smile, showing his rotten, blackened teeth. The dark-haired woman, Ms. Nais, walked over towards the brunet, hand in hand with the monster, the same sinister and twisted smile plastered over her face. "Not if he sends you to your grave first!" She yelled, giving the signal to two guards who grabbed the slab of wood the woman was laid upon and carried her closer towards the fire. The brunet gazed into the flames, trying to get free with all her might.

Sara closed her eyes in disgust, cracking an eye open at the last moment before the woman was thrown into the fire. All of a sudden, a man jumped through the flames and grabbed the woman, rolling off the slab of wood with her. "Evelyn!" His bright blue eyes were full of distress, and his thin lips were pulled into a line of determination. He cut the ropes binding her, shooting at the monster's goons that rushed to stop him. One man was just about to shoot the woman when a gun shot was fired from up above and the man dropped dead, a bullet through his forehead. Sara's eyes scanned the cat walks for the mysterious sniper and could see a man in black ropes firing a machine gun at the goons.

"Grab the girl, Rick!" The brunet woman, Evelyn, screamed at her savior as she shot some of the men in red, trying to make her way towards the exit. Rick shot at the monster, which yelped in pain, and scooped up Sara, tossing her over his shoulder. They continued their firing, killing off goons left and right while climbing the ladder towards the cat walk.

"Watch for the girl! Do not shoot her!" The Ms. Nais screamed orders to the goons, before attending to the monster.

The next thing Sara knew, she was out the door, still bouncing on the man named Rick's shoulder as he ran for an escape. He set her down outside, and another man appeared with a sharp curved knife, cutting the ropes from her wrists and ankles. Sara recognized him as the mysterious sniper from the cat walk, but up close he was much more fascinating. Blue tribal tattoos covered his face, and he worked silently, the same look of determination in his rich chocolate ones as Rick's eyes- the determination for freedom. He gripped the gag in Sara's mouth, sliding his blade along it. The gag fell from her mouth and Sara welcomed the fresh air into her lungs.

"Come on," The Evelyn yelled at Sara, and she followed her three saviors towards their escape vehicle. "Where are Jonathan and Alex?"

Suddenly a double decker bus pulled up in front of the museum and the man behind the driver's wheel held head outside of the window, "Come on! Get in!" Sara's saviors looked on in disbelief at their escape car but followed their instructions, climbing into the bus.

Sara followed, sitting at the back of bus and looked about, "This night just keeps getting more and more interesting."