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's eyes fluttered open, groaning at the light that seemed to stream in on her face. The last thing she could remember was in Imhotep's train cart and shuttered at the thought of that thing touching her, even if it was only against the cool metal of his mask- it was still repulsive.
When she finally felt motivated to get up despite the intrusion of the bright light, she opened her eyes again and sat up in hopes of escaping from the sun's glare. Sara rubbed her eyes with the palm of her hand and looked around. Her mouth fell open and she rubbed her eyes again, trying to clear them from the apparent illusion. When she reopened them, expecting to see the dull scrap metal that usually covered the walls of the train cart but was met by the same illusion as previous- a wide marble room with elegant pillars and high ceilings.
Panicked, she looked around for any signs of the guards or anything that may look familiar, and instantly caught site of the bed she was on with its silky sheets that glistened like gold in the sunlight. She stared at the intricate hand sewn details in the sheets, following them with wide eyes. "This is much too strange," she breathed quietly.
She quickly threw off the sheets and got up from the bed, in desperate hope to find anything that could tell her what was going on. Sara looked about for her high heels but gave up, slipping her feet into golden reed sandals placed on the marble floor next to the bed. She rushed towards an open doorway in the corner of the room, and quickly walked down the marble hallways. As panicked as she had felt, she moved swiftly, turning left and right through the maze of hallways with ease. The hallways were spookily empty, with no signs of life throughout the marble palace but Sara, determined as she was, continued on for her search for answers.
When the pathway she was on ended, with no more twists and turns, she found herself at a doorway leading to a large empty ballroom. Elegant painting adorned the marble walls and Sara couldn't help but gasp at their exotic beauty; a variety of animal headed gods and goddesses, and elaborate pictures detailing the stories of their followers. At the end of the ballroom were two golden thrones covered in rubies and emeralds which glistened in the dim light from the various torches set up around the room. Wrapped up in the stories and tales of the Egyptian people, Sara barely heard someone sneak up behind her.
"Ebe-Djabenusiri," A soft male voice whispered in Sara's ear. She turned around abruptly, staring into the eyes dark adoring eyes of a tall muscular man. His raven hair hung loosely around his shoulders; some pieces wound in braids and tied up with gold bangles and rope. He smiled at her tenderly, his teeth a brilliant shade of white which stood out against his dark tanned skin. He was decorated in gold, with a large necklace that hung halfway down his muscular chest. On his upper arms were frayed pieces of robe and on his wrist was a familiar gold bracelet, adorned with a golden Scorpion. Sara took a deep breath in as he cupped her face in his large calloused hands and he kissed her forehead, "My Ebe-Djabenusiri."
He scooped Sara up in his arms and carried her towards a balcony behind the thrones, setting her on her feet and wrapping his arms from behind her. Sara took in the view, the beautiful city underneath them that was full of long limestone pillars and golden statues. In the East was a river that stretched as far as Sara could see. "This," he breathed against her neck, nuzzling his nose into her soft skin, "is all yours, my queen."
Overwhelmed, Sara turned around to stare at the muscular figure. He leaned down, peering into her eyes, with a wide smile on his beautiful face. "Mathayus," She started, the name sounding familiar yet foreign at the same time, but she stopped once her breath caught in her throat. The beauty of him and the pure love that was shown in his eyes was enough to stop Sara's sentence and she found herself staring at him in awe with wide eyes. With a sudden urge, she reached up and kissed him. The kiss started out tender but as time dragged on, it deepened. The man pulled Sara to him tightly and she entangled her fingers in his long, wild hair and closed her eyes.
Once the kissed ended, her eyes fluttered open. A rather tall bald man sat where her Egyptian king should of, although his eyes were full of the same admiration as the Scorpion King held. His face was slimmer than the previous man's, and his skin was much lighter. His shoulders were broad and his chest was muscular but not as much as the king's; Sara watched as they moved up and down as he heaved, trying to regain his breath. He smiled, his lips curving up wickedly at her and he moved in closer, his lips brushing against her own. "Ebe-Djabenusiri," he whispered his voice velvet smooth that left Sara in a trance. His lips pressed harsher on Sara's and his hand ran up the side of her leg, edging up the material of her skirt.
Instantly she was snapped back into reality, smacking his hand away. "Excuse me!" She yelped and pushed his shoulders firmly, trying to keep from as far away from her as possible. He watched with amused eyes as she edged herself away from him, hitting her head on the wall behind her. "Ouch," she cried out, holding her head in her hand and the man chuckled. Sara through a fierce glare at him and looked about. She was lying down on a mattress in the bunkrooms of the train, dressed in her work attire, with this man perched on the side. I must have been brought here after that…thing. Sara shuttered at the thought of the broken skull and image of death that had been portrayed to her earlier but her back when rigid when she still felt as though she was being watched.
"Excuse me, but I don't believe you should be here," she said quietly, looking at the man with guarded eyes. As intimating as she tried to be, it failed miserably when the man cocked an eye brow at her.
"Why is that, Ms?" He asked in a rather cocky fashion, his voice deep and rich. His deep brown eyes twinkled with amusement.
"I don't believe your master would like that very much," Sara gulped, attempting to sound brave as she repeated the creature's name, "Lord Imhotep wouldn't be too impressed."
The man burst out laughing, clutching his stomach as he hunched over. His laugh was booming, and although Sara didn't know why, it seemed menacing. He leaned forward again; close enough to Sara that she could feel his breath on her lips, "You're quite amusing. First your fainting, and now this. Wonderful entertainment."
Sara blinked a couple times, scanning the man as the wheels in her brain turned; the familiarity of the laugh, the adoration in his eyes similar to at the ritual, and the use of the Scorpion Queen's name suddenly alerted her. Her mouth opened at the conclusion hit her- Imhotep in the flesh.