So here is the fifth chapter. I don't like this one that much, but then again, it's okay at some points.
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Chapter Five
"Can I go to the restroom?" I asked to no one in particular, a plan forming in my head. The guys looked at me and stared.
"Why?" Kahmunrah finally asked. I looked at him like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"I need to take my make up off," I said simply.
"Why?" He asked again.
"Because I don't want to look like I just got out of a museum and was held captive by some crazy wannabe pharaoh!"
"But that's what you're doing," the gangster said with a confused look on his face.
"He doesn't get it," I said, shaking my head. "So, may I go to the restroom?"
"Yes, just as long as you don't bother me anymore."
"I can try not to, but I'm not making any promises," I said, getting up. I was walking towards the door and was about to walk out when Kahmunrah said something.
"Oh, Mr. Capone and his fellows are coming with you." I groaned inwardly as I turned around. The gangster had a smirk on his and walked over towards me.
"Does he have to come?" I asked.
"Yeah," Capone said and walked out of the door. I followed him out the door and walked behind him. He was walking really fast, but I could kind of keep up with him. His gangsters kept up with him and they would look back at me.
"Can't keep up?" The cocky one asked. Al looked back and slowed down. He waited till I was beside him till he started walking again. I managed to walk beside him and matched him step for step. We rounded a corner and walked to the nearest restroom; it was right by the exit.
"Hurry up," Al said and placed the cocky one and another one by the entrance of the restroom.
"I don't want them there," I stated bluntly. Al looked over at me and he seemed surprised.
"Why?"
"Because he," I said, pointing to the cocky one, "will try to come in and I don't know about the other one."
"You're just taking off your make up."
"So?" Sometimes being stubborn can actually be really helpful.
"Stand at the corner down there" Al grumbled and walked down the hallway towards the corner. The gangsters followed and I walked into the restroom. The restroom looked clean and I sat down on the floor. I started to roll up the pant legs on my pajamas. I rolled them up till they were past my knees because I didn't want them to get in my way. I stood up and made sure that they weren't going to fall down. I waited for a few minutes and answered the questions they asked me to see if I was almost done. I then slowly opened the door and poked my head out. I couldn't see the other gangster, but the cocky one was getting friendly with another exhibit. I slowly walked out and ran for the door, praying that my shoes wouldn't make a sound. I made it outside without anyone noticing. The night air felt wonderful and I was happy. But, here are some tips for escaping people. First, if the door you escape from is glass, then make sure that you either run to get out of their line of sight or get out of the view of the glass door. Second, if the people you are escaping from are chasing you, please wear comfortable shoes that are good for running and that you enjoy running in them. Third, watch where you're going and if you fall please stay down or else you might get knocked down again by a two hundred pound gangster. But, I didn't follow any of this. I stayed where they could see me, I was wearing Converse and I hate to run in them. I hate running in them because I hate being so close to the ground when I run. Also, I tripped over a rock and attempted to get back up. I did, but the cocky gangster was running full speed and didn't bother to slow down. I wound up on the ground, again, and skidded across the ground with the gangster on top of me.
"Get off of me," I said, after we stopped skidding.
"No," he said. I tried pushing him off, but I couldn't.
"Get off of her," Al said, walking towards us. The gangster got off me and stood up. Capone grabbed my arm and jerked me up. I glared at him and looked down at my pants. They weren't ripped, which was good because they're special to me. "What were you doing?"
"I was going to the Air and Space museum to look for the answer," I said unsurely, not knowing what he would do.
"That's the opposite direction than the one you were heading."
"I was taking the long way around."
"It seemed like you were trying to escape," the cocky one butted in.
"Will you shut up?" I asked.
"No."
"Both of you shut up," Al said, looking fed up with us. "Come on," and he started walking again. The others followed him, but I looked at my knees. It seemed like I didn't have any skin on them or my hands for that matter. The pants weren't rolled up anymore and I don't think I could roll them back up with my hands in the condition that they were in. I held the pant legs in my hands and tried to walk that way. It was actually kind of good that I didn't get too far because walking the way I was can really hurt your back. Every now and then I would look up and stretch my back. Each time, they seemed to get farther and farther away. Soon, I looked up and they weren't there.
"Oh, crap. Oh, crap, crap, crap," I said. I looked around and saw three different ways that they could have gone. It was straight, left, or right. If they went straight, I could probably still see them. I decided to choose either left or right by using eeny meeny miny moe. The winner was the direction right. I started to hobble over to that direction when Al came around the corner. He saw me and walked over to me.
"What's taking you so long?" he asked.
"I can't let my pants get blood on them."
"Why?"
"They're special."
"Why?" he asked again.
"I don't have to explain that to you." Apparently that's not the right thing to say to him. He stomped over to me and not so gently picked me up bridal style. I tried to get out of his arms, but he just tightened his grip on me. I kept my pant legs up off my knees. I looked at my hands and saw they had gravel in them. I tried to pick out the gravel from it, but it didn't work out so well. My hands started bleeding more and it ran down my hands. I heard a sigh and looked up. I met Al's eyes and he looked away. The other gangsters were quiet.
"Go ahead and go back," Capone said. "I have to take her somewhere. Try to find something to bandage her hands and knees up with."
"A first aid kit," I said. The gangsters nodded their heads and walked off. Al kept walking and the cupids came back. Capone didn't notice them, but I did. They didn't sing anything, but they did make kissy faces. I tried to ignore them, but they began to fly closer to us. I looked away from them and Capone kept walking. I heard him make a surprised sound and I looked at him. There, was one of the cupids. I screamed from surprise and they were trying to make Al bend his head down. I felt one push my head up and I tried to push my head down. But, they're made out of stone, so you can't really do much about that. Soon, I felt Al's lips on mine and I froze. The cupids flew away, laughing at us. We both pulled away and looked away. I could feel my face burn and Al cleared his throat. He started walking again and we were both quiet. The silence wasn't exactly awkward, but it was like we didn't want to try to talk about what happened. He turned into a room and I saw that it was full of clothes. He had put me down on the ground so I could stand. He walked over to a rack of clothes that looked like suits. He was looking through them and I decided to break the silence. "What are looking for?"
"A pair of pants for you."
"Why?"
"You don't want to get blood on your pants, so instead of you slowing us down, you can wear a pair that you wouldn't care about."
"Oh," and I started to help him look through the clothes. He got the smallest pair of pants and walked over to a table that was in a corner. He started to open the drawers and was looking for something. He pulled out a pair of scissors and started to cut the pant legs off until they looked like shorts.
"Here," he said, throwing them at me. I caught them and looked at him. "Put them on."
"I will when you leave."
"I won't look."
"I don't believe you."
"And why not?"
"Because I don't know you well enough. So, leave." He glared at me and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. I made sure the door was closed all the way before I started to change. The blood from my knees was all down my legs and it stung. I tried my best not touch the cuts on my hands or my knees. I finally managed to get the shorts on and they were short. They only went about four inches on my thigh. I sighed and folded up my pajama bottoms. I opened the door and was glad that I shaved my legs. Al looked at me and his eyes widened a bit. "What?"
"Nothing," and he shook his head. I walked over to him and it hurts to walk. Capone started to walk and I attempted to keep up with him. I was always a few steps behind him. I didn't see the cupids anymore and that was good. We made it back to where I was held captive and walked over to a corner where my purse was. I put my pants in the purse and I heard footsteps. I looked up and saw Capone walking towards me with something in his hands.
"What happened to her?" Kahmunrah asked.
"She fell," Capone answered.
"Yeah, and then I was tackled by his friend over there," I put in, pointing to cocky gangster. I sat down in my corner and tried pulling the shorts down so it would look like they were longer than they actually were. Capone sat down by me and I saw that it was a first aid kit.
"You should be more careful, but, you know, I do sort of feel like a floating butterfly," and I saw that he was wearing Muhammad Ali's robe.
"You're crazier than a road lizard," I faintly heard Jed say.
"Hey, Jed."
"Charlotte, so what really happened to you?"
"I'll tell you later," I promised.
"No more talking to each other," Kahmunrah commanded. I rolled my eyes at him and opened the first aid kit up. I grabbed a miniature bottle of peroxide and opened it up. I poured a little on my knees and watched it bubble it up.
"You're probably wondering why my pajama pants are special to me. Well, I got them for my sixteenth birthday, a day before my parents died. It was a Friday and I was going to my friend's house for a sleepover. The next day, when parents came to pick me up, it was raining. I was in the backseat and was leaning over it to get the present my friend got me out of the trunk. We were going around a turn and a car was on the wrong side of the road. My parents tried to get out of the way and so did the other car. The other car wound up hitting us and I didn't have a seatbelt on so I basically flew out of the back window. Our car went off the road, down this hill, and crashed into a tree. My parents died on impact. That's how I got this," and I took off my hoodie. I was wearing a purple tank top and was kind of regretting wearing it. I flipped my head down and moved my hair. On the back of my neck there's a long, pink scar. "That's from the glass from the window. This happened two years ago. The reason why they're so special to me is because it's the last thing my parents got me." I got some bandages out and put them on the cuts on my knees. I looked up at Al and he was staring at me. "Can you put the peroxide on the cuts on my hands?"
He picked up the bottle of peroxide and took my left hand. I had sat my hoodie by purse and watched him pour the liquid on my cuts. It erupted into bubbles and I watched it. I couldn't believe that I told him about my parents. I barely knew him and yet I still told him. After he had poured the peroxide on both my hands, he bandaged them. He found a cloth in there and started to get the blood off my hands. Capone made sure that he didn't touch the bandages so that he would hurt me. After that, he got it off my legs. He didn't seem like a horrible person or a womanizer like that cocky gangster. When he was done, he stood up and walked towards the rest of the people, leaving me in the corner. I got my hoodie and put my arms in the sleeves. I got my iPod out, turned it on shuffle, and closed my eyes. The first song was I remember you by Skid Row. It was one of my favorite songs. I felt something on me, but it was warm so I left it on. I guess it was a coat or something along the lines of one.
I must have drifted asleep because when I felt something touch me, so I did what I normally would have done, I swung. My first connected with something and I heard someone cry in pain.
"That was my nose!" I opened my eyes and looked up. There, above me, was the cocky gangster holding his nose.
"There is a reason why nobody touches me when they want me to wake up," I said. I saw Al and it looked like he was trying not laugh. The cocky gangster glared at me and walked away. I turned my iPod off and put it away.
"What is that?" Capone asked.
"It's my iPod. It plays music, videos, play games, and it's good to throw against a wall when you're angry," I replied. I looked at him and didn't see his coat on him. I looked down and saw that it was on me.
"Mr. Egypt, these two here heard that we're taking over the world and they want in. I don't know who they are, but they're on exhibit here, too, apparently," Ivan said in his thick Russian accent. I tried to look, but people were in the way. Al walked over to me and helped me up. I caught his coat before it hit the floor.
"Can I wear it?" I asked. He nodded his head and helped me put it on. We walked over Kahmunrah and everybody else.
" I don't even know what they are. I'm sorry, but we're all full up in our axis of evil today. Sorry." Kahmunrah said.
"Come on! But I'm bad! I'm bad! Hey, I could show you how bad I am! Fear me!" I recognized that voice.
"It's Oscar the grouch!" I exclaimed. He was even in his trash can. Capone looked at me. "He's from Sesame Street."
"I'm sorry. I'm just not buying it. You don't seem very bad. You just seem sort of vaguely grouchy to me. Oh, boy. What are you doing? What is that? What is this? What does it mean? You've lost me."
"That's Darth Vador and he's using the force to choke you," I explained to the wannabe pharaoh. But, of course, he ignored me.
"Is that you breathing? Because I can't hear myself think. Can I make one suggestion to you, my friend? Just simplify. There's just too much going on here. You're evil, you're asthmatic, you're a robot, and what is the cape for? Are we going to the opera? I don't think so. Sorry! Goodbye." The guards took the exhibits back and they looked crestfallen.
"Attention! He's leaving with the tablet!" Napoleon said. I looked over to him and so did Al.
"Where? Give me that. He's not trying to figure out the combination. He's trying to escape! Go. Go! All of you! Kill him! And bring me that tablet. Come on, people! Let's go! Without that tablet, we've nothing!" Al got his Tommy gun and so did his gangsters.
"Streltsy! Go!" Ivan commanded.
"Thought you could get away, didn't you, Larry Daley?" Kahmunrah said to himself out loud.
"Hey, what does the tablet say?" I asked.
"You will find the combination you seek if you figure out the secret at the heart of Pharaoh's tomb." Kahmunrah replied. I started thinking as Al pulled me along with him. The pyramid is a figure, so it's a triangle. The tomb is inside the pyramid so we need a number. Nobody knows exactly where each tomb is buried so it's a secret. The secret number in math is pi because no one knows exactly how long the number goes on.
"I know it!" I said out loud.
"Know what?" Capone asked when we were outside.
"Nothing," I replied. The answer is 3.14159265. Maybe Uncle Larry was right, maybe I did figure it out before him.
So, I really need help coming up with a name for the cocky gangster. I really have no clue what to name him.