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Khasara

Matthew

Nye

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The Plot Thickens

Priest Set paced around the huge desk in his study, picking and prodding at the pieces of papyrus scattered about its surface. The noise outside his room had become increasingly louder. He massaged his temples and groan in aggravation. Finally he slammed his fists against the desk and stormed out his door.

"What is with all this racket?" He demanded grabbing the first Sentinel that ran past him.

"The Princess has been kidnapped, Sir." The man answered. Set let go of the soldier, and the guard continued running down the corridor. Slowly the Priest went back into his study, and sat behind his desk. With his elbows propped on the wooden structure and his hands clasped in front of him, he thought. "How can I work this to my advantage? Finally the wretched brat is out of the way, now how to keep it that way?"

Meanwhile Atem was frantically racing towards the main hall where he would summon his priest to plan a rescue party.

"How on Earth did he manage to get past the security and guards?" Sitting down at the long table the Pharaoh pulled out the note that had been left in the Princess' quarters.

Pharaoh,
If you wish to see your precious Princess again, then you will meet me in your future resting place before sunset tomorrow. Bring the Millennium Items! We will finally end this battle. Winner takes all and the loser disappears forever. Fail to meet me and the girl dies.
Bakura

Atem growled with anger and slammed the parchment down upon the table, cursing the thief with every ounce of his being. The evil demon had disgraced the power of the ancients and Egypt for the last time. It was then that a servant walked through the door.

"Summon the Priests. Now!" He shouted, causing the poor boy to jump and sprint from the room with the command. Until they showed up Atem sat deep in thought, trying to figure out the best way to go about this situation. Moments later Priestess Isis and the Priests entered the hall with the exception of Set. This was quickly noticed by the agitated Pharaoh.

"Where is he?" Atem demanded.

"We do not know your Majesty." Isis chimed in with her soothing voice. "He was not in his quarters when I walked by on my way here, and the servants do not know either. I suggest we can commence without him, we can brief him when he shows up." The composed attitude of the Priestess seemed to calm down the Pharaoh and he sat down in his high back chair.

"Very well then, we shall start with this." Atem said as he handed off the note left behind by Bakura, to be passed around the table.

Khasara slowly began to regain consciousness. The first thing she noticed was the constriction around her wrists. Rope burned her skin as it held her hands above her head. Attempting to raise her knee she also noticed that her legs were bound, and the toes of her red slippers could barely touch the ground below her. But it was not ground at all but a space in between the legs of a huge statue of the God Anubis. Jerking her head up, she saw that the ropes holding her wrists were hung from the hands of the large sculpture, which cupped an orb of stone. Khasara was quickly over whelmed with panic and she squirmed to free herself.

Slowly she heard the malevolent sound of a dark laughter, and the sight of her last memory flashed before her. Quickly she looked around for the white haired menace, her dark orbs searching the dimly light room.

"Having fun are we your Highness?" Came a cold voice from above, Khasara's head quickly spun towards its direction. There sitting leaned against the stone sphere was the King of Thieves himself. Steel grey eyes peered down at her with a snide grin.

"So this attempt of a kidnapping is you idea, Bakura?" Khasara asked mockingly. Attempting to wiggle her wrists within their tight bonds, to loosen the ropes hold on her darken skin.

"But of course, My Lady." The Thief answered and leapt from his spot to land beside her. "How else would I be able to get the Pharaoh's attention than by taking the thing he cares about most, right from underneath him?" Khasara thought for a second. What does he mean 'care about the most'? Then she scoffed at the ridiculous thought.

"Him, care about me? You've got to be joking. He hardly knows me." She said with a slight laugh.

"Sure…If you say so you're Highness." He answered. Bakura then walked to the edge of the structure. "My plan is flawless." He said with a smile. "Do you wish to hear it?" he asked turning back towards his captive. Khasara rolled her eyes, and then the Thief continued to walk about the lap of the statue. "Well I'm going to tell you anyway. I took you to draw him here. As everybody knows that if anything happens to the Princess of the Upper Kingdom, the King will declare war on the lower kingdom, better known as Atem's Kingdom. And he has what I want the most. Power, the power concealed in the Millennium Items." Bakura paused for a second before continuing, "I have become more powerful than the last time we met, and with that power I tend to over throw the Pharaoh. Everything is absolutely perfect." He said with a slight chuckle. Khasara could not help but scuff that his bragging.

"Typical bad guy routine." she grumbled, "First they capture the damsel to draw the hero into action. Then they boast about how their plan is without flaw. But then the hero shows up and squashes everything, saves the gal. And 'Hooray' the day is saved. Which at the end of all this, leaves you lying in the dirt and stomped on." She said smugly.

"We'll see about that Princess, we'll see." It was then that he stepped closer to the point where he was centimeters away from her face, and looked her straight in the eye. Then his gaze searched over her features. "You know you do not seem so tough up close." Bakura teased. Khasara's temper flared, and without thinking she spit defiantly into his face. The Thief reeled back in disgust, whipping his face. The Princess smirked back. That was until the back of his hand made contact with her face, the momentum sent her spinning around from her suspended ties.

Her cheek stung from the slap, and when her spinning stopped she faced him with the most evil glare she could produce. And if looks could kill Bakura would be dead where he stood. The thief growled and turned away from her, and went to leap from the statue. That was until a sound caught his attention, and he froze, searching the area below. Khasara had heard it too, and watched Bakura for a few seconds before scanning the floor herself.

The footsteps began to grow louder and louder, and the thief's eyes automatically darted to the doorway of the room. Then out of the entrance stepped the last person Khasara expected to see. The head dress of a high priest was the first thing that caught Bakura's attention. A smile came to the Princess' face, and she smugly glared at the King of Thieves. Bakura knew that the Pharaoh would send one of his minions in his place. "Coward!" he thought to himself.

"Set! Oh, I'm so glad to see you. This Looney here isn't the best host. You're my new hero." Khasara said, flattering the priest. Truthfully she was happy to see him, but on the other hand, she had wished somebody else came to get her instead of Set.

"Quiet! I am not here for you." Set snapped back. "I'm here for Him." The Priest said glaring at Bakura. Khasara's jaw dropped and she stared at the Priest who had stopped in the center of the room. Bakura almost seemed surprised at Set's statement.

"And why would you come here just to see me?" The thief asked.

"I have a proposition for you."

Matt sat straight in the overly stuffed chair in front of his boss's desk. Dr. Bulton Had listened to his claim, and was contemplating the next plan of action. Khasara was one of his favorites, always happy to do whatever job was set before her.

"Well Mathew, I cannot promise you and entire search party. There are other areas of work that need just as much attention as finding Khasara. But I can have around 20 men assist you in your search, and I know for a fact that with these men will be a few Egyptians with them. So in fact it will almost be like and herd of people. I'll call them and they'll be here within the hour." The Doctor said picking up the phone.

As he started dialing numbers Matt seemed to relax even more. It had almost been a day since Khasara had disappeared into the depths of the tomb. But soon she would be found. After making a hand full of phone calls, Dr. Bulton hung up the phone.

"Well they are on their way. As soon as they get here, you'll all take the train back to the pyramids and start searching. Is there anybody else that you can think of that know Khasara that would be interesting in helping?" Bulton asked.

"Um- yea, Simar, he's a friend of hers he told me when I dropped Nye off that he would be glad to help out." Dr. Bulton picked up the phone and handed it to Matt.

"Better call him then." Said the good Doctor.

Just as was promised within the hour there was a group of employees, Simar, and Matt boarding the train on their way to the tombs, Matt informing them of everything that happened during his adventures from the day before.

Well I have once again left you with a cliff hanger. Don't ya just love me? Hehe . Well I know for a fact that I love ya'll for reading my story and sticking with me through my long, okay unusually long writer's block. But HEY another chapter is up and ready for viewing. And I'm promise that chapter 13 will be up as soon as I can get it thought of. I don't know if it's going to be the last, but this story is almost at an end. How will it end? Only I know...MUAHAHAHAHAHAH!