Alright! Chapter 7 is up! Happy day, oh happy day! I'm sorry it took me so long. I've been having problems with school so if my updates don't come as often, I hope you guys won't hate me for it. I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

And thanks you my lovely lovely reviewers: MysticNightAngel, TTCyclone, Sara Eleanor Rose, pinkxjellybean, and Lilliesshadow! I appreciate all of them and take all of what was said into mind. And thank you to my latest favoritor: Sara Eleanor Rose. And of course to all of you who added this story to their alerts. It makes me happy to see all of you wanting to know what happens next. And I do have something planned for the next few chapters! Soon, we'll see why Kahmunrah finds Victoria interesting and why Victoria protests him so much, so stay tuned!

Disclaimer: Obvz. I wish I owned it, but I don't. All I have is Victoria.


Victoria just kept running—running as far and fast as her petite feet could take her. She turned quite a few corners, trying to listen for yelling voices behind her and lucky enough for her, she must have lost them at some point. She slowed down, heaving the air through her lungs, bending over to place her hands on her knees, continuing to breathe heavily. "I should have joined the track team in high school." She mumbled to herself—running was never her best sport—who would have thought she would have needed it later on in life?

Straightening herself back up, she began to recall the event prior to her mad dash. Victoria glanced down at her feet and wiggled her toes. Her lips formed a flat line and she sighed, dropping her head. She lost her shoes, "Those were nice too." She continued to mumble, moving her hands to her eyes, suddenly realizing how much pain her hand was in.

She grabbed her wrist with her free hand and her face contorted into that of exaggerated pain, "Ow!" She exclaimed in a whine, shaking out her hand, "Does he keep friggen' sheets of metal in that tunic?" Of course, she was being a bit dramatic, but who was around to really notice that. "God." She groaned, looking around. She was something close to lost but then of course, from her shouts, the warriors must have heard her and jogged around the corner to the aisle she was in. "Damn it." She hissed, forcing herself into another sprint down the lane.

The warriors shouted something in their language, seeing the woman take off down the aisle and quickly followed after her.

She was about to cross some intersection between the various aisles and suddenly a motorcycle went speeding passed the woman, causing her to come to a sliding halt. A look of confusion on her face, "Larry?" Victoria called out, having sworn to see her friend driving the motorcycle.

"I'll explain later!" Larry tried to yell back and kept on driving passed. Victoria let out a soft groan, looking over her shoulder to see the Egyptians catching up behind her. Her lips thinned for a moment then she took off into another sprint down the aisle.

"Yee-haw!" She heard someone screech from the next aisle, suddenly stopping with the sounds of a fading motorcycle. Rounding the next corner, she saw a man sitting on the ground, rubbing his face.

She quickly went over to him, "General Custer?" She questioned, a bit out of breath. He looked back over his shoulder towards her, his gloved hands rubbing his nose. He studied her for a moment, then quickly regained himself. A tiny smirk grew upon his face,

"Well hello." His voice became a bit husky. Victoria was not amused by this-not very much at all. "And you-?"

"Just get up before the Egyptians get you." She held out her hand to him. His eyes scanned over her for a moment once more and her pushed his brows together before hesitantly grabbing her hand. She was wearing manly clothing, but yet she sounded like a woman—had the world gone crazy?

As if on cue, the Egyptians came into their views and the general quickly stepped in front of the woman, shielding her from the warriors. "Stand back, little lady." He told her, a courageous look upon his face.

Victoria was about to run away once more, but tugged on his sleeve, "You know it would be easier to just run away." She motioned over her shoulder with her thumb.

"As an American, I will fight!" Custer beamed as the Egyptians came closer.

"As an American, I'm running!" With that said, Victoria began running away once more.

A wee bit confused, Custer glanced back over his shoulder towards the woman, just to see her running. "H-Hey! Don't just leave me!" He scrambled his footsteps and tried running after her, but somehow, the warriors had managed to catch up to him. "Fly you fool!" He shouted to her as they bound his wrists together and pulled him back to their leader, thinking they had caught the one that Kahmunrah had wanted.

Turning around another corner, she slowed herself down. There was no point in running anymore. She was lost and she knew that they would wind up catching her—she was out of breath. Heaving, she turned around and dropped her head, "Alright boys! You got me!" She held out her wrists towards them. After a moment of silence, she lifted her head, piercing her lips together. There was no one. She smirked to herself, losing that moment of defeat from her expression, "Alright!" She pumped her fist in the air.

Composing herself, she looked around. She had no idea where she was. She didn't even know if she had ser—Her cell phone! Victoria quickly searched her over-sized pockets for her cell phone, which she silently thanked the heavens for not having it fly out of her pockets during her bursts of speed. She hurriedly looked at the screen and to much of her glory, there was one tiny little bar on the screen. "Yes!" She exclaimed, but quickly shut herself up, hearing the weak echo of her voice. She quickly dialed Larry's cell phone number with high hopes of him picking up.

It rang for a few moments and Victoria became very antsy, nervous that Larry wouldn't pick up.

Riiiinn—"Vicky? Where are you?"

"Yes! You picked up!" She grinned, pumping her fist in the air.

"Of course. Where are you?"

"I'm still in the archives."

"Nice. Where?"

"Oh, like, between some shelves. I don't know!" She snapped for a moment but quickly regained herself, "I can't find a door out. And I lost my shoes."

"You're stuck underground with some crazy undead pharaoh and all you can think about are your lost shoes." Larry snickered.

"Shut up Larry." In the background of Larry's voice, Victoria caught the faint sounds of another voice. "Larry, who are you with?"

"Amelia Earhart." He answered simply, suddenly becoming softer.

"What!"

"I'll explain later!"

"You have a lot to explain, sir!"

"Just try to find a way out. I have to go, bye."

"Wait, I-!" Click. Victoria let out a groan as she shoved the phone back into her pant pocket, then glancing down at her toes as she wiggled them. The floor was cold and she could feel the balls of her feet throbbing lightly. She snorted softly to herself—she could deal with it. She slapped her hands against her thighs and looked around, "What am I going to do now?"

Well, she did the only thing she could think of—just walk around and hope that she could find her way out before that crazy Egyptian found her. So that she did, walked around the archives in hope of finding the exit.

After a few minutes of walking in her lonesome, she bit her bottom lip and looked around before a tiny smirk grew upon her face. She began whistling, though it was not a very good whistle, she tried. It carried on like this for another few minutes as she went around a few more corners and for a moment, she thought that everyone but her had found their way out of the archives.

"This just in, a woman was found, barefoot and dead, in the Smithsonian archives, but more on that later, back to you Chet!" She made a weak attempt of a laugh and rolled her eyes but still she knew she had to keep her spirits up; she slouched her shoulders and hoped she would find someway out. What was she humming? Well, that wasn't really important to her; it was just some random tune.

Curiosity began to take a hold of her and she began looking at various crates and their original locations. Some had animal sounds coming from the insides of them, which Victoria decided it would probably be safer for her to remain a little further from those crates.

It was only when her guard was let down when new voices echoed around her. Quickly shielding a gasp from her mouth with her hand and looked around for a quick place to hide as the echoes slowly became louder and closer to her spot. Her eyes widened as she found a spot inside of a broken crate and she quickly dove into it, not thinking that there may have been the possibility of an animal inside.

But of course, in that moment that she dove in, a few men dressed in mobster garb walked by, making crude jokes and sly remarks about countless things. Inside of the crate, Victoria shifted slightly, trying to look out without making herself visible to the men. But of course, fate was against her and she managed to snap a piece of the already cracked wood. The men became very quiet and Victoria bit her bottom lip tightly and tightly squeezed her eyes shut, as if that would block this entire night out. Had she been caught?

"Didja' hear that?" One of the men questioned. They all went silent, but Victoria could have sworn to have heard the sound of a smack hitting the back of someone's head.

"Yer' outta' yer' mind, Vinny!" Another man spoke up and they continued on.

A moment passed on and Victoria peeked her head out slightly, the group was nowhere in sight. She let out a relieved sigh and went back into the box, absentmindedly letting her feet hang out the box.

A voice began to echo from the other side of the box and Victoria quickly sat herself straight up, like she was preparing herself for something. "I am Kahmunrah." She heard the voice speak firmly, complete with a rolled R. She furrowed her brows together—had she wandered that far back to the beginning? Well, she must have. "I am a half-God." For this, Victoria rolled her eyes.

"Idiot." She mumbled to self.

"Once removed on my mother'th side. Rightful ruler of Egypt. Future ruler of, well, everything else." Once more, she rolled her eyes. "Now, I have lotht some men." Victoria pushed her brows together, she thought about the men that had chased after her. She decided that he either decided to kill them for bringing back the wrong person, but another hostage, or told them to go back out and search again. She scrunched her nose and shrugged it off. Something was off in the way he was speaking now-"Tho I'm in need of new generalth in my plan of conquering this world." She noticed, he was trying to cover his lisp from before. She snickered softly. Trying to look all high and mighty for who ever he was talking to.

There was a pause, like he was going to address someone. "Ivan the Terrible." Another pause; "Napoleon Bonaparte." And one more, "And young Al Capone." He introduced them. There was a light shiver that went down her spine while she listened to his menacing sounding voice. Why had that not been there before? "Thome of the motht despicable… Most feared rulerth in all of hithtory." A part of her sank down in her spot in the box, her legs became a little bit more visible. "Gentlemen," from that one little word, her breath stopped. "Really, it'th jutht fantastic to meet you all."

Her dropped her shoulders; well, that certainly didn't match what she had expected. The three men outside of the box merely nodded and mumbled soft greetings. "All I ask ith your allegiance and in return I offer you the world, literally. Are there any questions?"

"Yeah, I got one." This one had a bit of an accent—not one that was from another country, but one she would hear in someplace like New York City, but she couldn't place it. "How come you're wearin' a dress?"

Victoria was forced to conceal a laugh very quickly, but made a bit of a "pfft!" sort of sound. Little did she know that it had actually been heard and Napoleon had been the one to hear it. He glanced over his shoulder towards one of his men and made a bit of a motion with his both his middle and his index finger like he was sending them off on some mission.

Kahmunrah had made some sort of face and folded his hands neatly, "This is not a dress. It is a tunic. It wath the height of fashion three thousand yearth ago, I assure you." There was a nod from all of them. "Are there any other questions?"

"Da." The Russian man spoke up, "This, uhm, dress you are wearing. Do we have to wear one of these too?"

"No, the—Uh-." Kahmunrah sounded a bit scrambled, which brought out another snicker from Victoria. "Were you not listening? I jutht told Mr. Capone here that this is not a dress. It is, in fact, a tunic." The Russian made a face, "Very big difference." Kahmunrah turned his attention around once more to the other men. Napoleon's eyes had been watching the men he had sent off. "Are there any other questions?" Napoleon's hand went up. Kahmunrah could already sense what the question was, "Are there any questions not about the dress?" He quickly noted his mistake and could have sworn to have heard a weak laughter but shrugged it off, "Tunic." He stated firmly. And, of course, Napoleon's hand went down.

"Alright then. Moonlight is wasting and the time is short-." Kahmunrah was quickly cut off by the short French man.

"Short!" He took a defensive step forward, a certain look in his eyes, "Why do you look at me when you say short?" His voice was obviously annoyed.

A slightly confused, but yet defensive, look came upon Kahmunrah's expression, "Oh, I'm th-… Thorry, slipped out."

Napoleon pointed straight at him then backed up back to his original spot.

"Da, if we are talking about world domination, then of course I am interested. But I want to clarify one thing so you know what you're getting. People always say, 'Ivan the Terrible, oh he's so terrible, oh I'm so scared of Ivan, he's bad news.' When, in fact, the correct translation is… Ivan the Awesome."

"Ivan the Awethome?" He paused, "It's not really ath catchy, ith it? Ivan the Terrible, now that really popth."

"But I wasn't terrible. In fact, I was quite an effective leader." Ivan tried to defend his honor.

"Duly noted." Kahmunrah just wanted to continue on. "Now, I would like to wrap up the ol' meet and greet by asking you gentlemen a question." Giving just a pause for some sort of dramatic effect, "Are you with me?"

By this time, the French soldiers had continued just a little down the hall, very careful not to make any sounds as they looked around. One of them spied a pair of feet, toes wiggling and all. He looked back amongst his group and motioned towards the box that a certain woman had been hiding in. They carefully snuck up on it.

"Yeah yeah, sure." Capone shrugged.

"Oui." Napoleon simply nodded.

"Da, but-." Ivan went to speak again but Kahmunrah spoke up again.

"Then bring Larry Daley of Daley Devices, his companion, and the golden tablet of Ahkmenrah to me!"

Hearing those final words being spoken had not prepared Victoria for her soon capture, thinking that she was safe and in the clear, when in fact, she was very wrong. At his last word, the French soldiers had taken a tight grab hold of Victoria's legs and pulled her right out of the crate, "AAAAHH!" She exclaimed, which certainly caught the attention of the men on the other side of the aisle.

"What was that?" Kahmunrah mumbled to himself, glancing around.

As much as Victoria struggled and thrashed herself around, the soldier somehow managed to capture the girl and throw her over his shoulder. "Put me down right now!" She commanded, hitting her balled fists against the man's back. They walked quickly back to where their leaders were.

The man tossed her off of his shoulder and she fell straight down on her behind while the men looked down at her. Kahmunrah placed his fingertips together and smirked rather menacingly.

"Well well fellas', it appears that we caught a stray." Al smirked from over her.

"Welcome back." Kahmunrah merely spoke with that sly look upon his face.

All Victoria felt in that moment was both her stomach and her heart sinking. "Oh, damn it."