Here's chapter seven! Thank you to all who reviewed, read, and added this story! It really means a lot! To TheGirlInTheBigBox, thank you for letting me know the rating of this story. I kind of forgotten about and I guess the reason why it was M was because I really didn't know where I was going with story, but now I do. So, I changed it T just in case. Also, the story will be ending soon!
Chapter Seven
You know how in those romantic movies and books when the man kisses the girl that he loves how everything just stops, there are fireworks, and it seems like it's just them? That's what it was like when Al kissed me. I never thought that it was real or that it would happen to me. The kiss was the definition of the perfect kiss. At first, it was as if he was unsure that he should be doing this, but then it was clear that he became sure. I'm not sure how long we were in that closet, but I didn't care all I knew was that I was making out with one of the most feared gangster leaders in the world in a closet in the Smithsonian Museum. Nevertheless, like all good things, something interferes with it. The doorknob twisted, but we didn't notice it.
"Boss, how did you get her before me?" Paul asked.
"Wait, what do you mean?" I asked him, breaking the kiss.
"You mean he didn't tell you? We had a bet."
"What kind of bet?" I removed my arms from Capone's neck and looked up at him, but he looked away.
"To see which one of us could get you first and it seems like the boss did."
"You actually had a bet for that?" I asked him. He opened his mouth to speak, but I didn't let him. "So, what you said wasn't true?"
"Charlotte, -"
"No," I stepped out of his grasp. "How could you?"
"Charlotte, you don'tâ"He tried again.
"I can't believe you," I said. I was beyond hurt. I walked away from him and out of the closet. The museum lights were brighter than the one in the closet and it took awhile for my eyes to get used to it. I kept walking away from the closet and the others. Ivan and Napoleon just stared at me. I heard Capone yelling at me or at Paul. Either way, he didn't sound happy. I walked straight past them and to the door that led to the stairs. I opened the door and started to go down them. I knew now would be the perfect time to escape, but then they would send people after and I didn't feel like being handled by them. Moreover, Paul might be one of them and I didn't need him to talk about what just happened. I went down the stairs as fast as I could without falling. I can't handle this. I thought that he truly did love me, but it was probably for the supposed bet.
When I reached the last stair, I went through the door that led to tunnels that connected the buildings. I went through it and started to wonder, not knowing where to go. I felt horrible because that never happened to me before. I saw another door and walked through it.
"Where are the others?" Kahmunrah asked.
"Don't know," I answered, walking over to my corner.
"Well, why are you here?"
"I don't feel like being chased after if I try to escape."
"What's the matter? You seem sad." I heard Jed say faintly.
"I'll tell you later."
"When are you going to tell me about why you fell earlier?"
"I'll tell you that when I tell you the other thing."
"Well, you look a little nervous there, Ramen Noodle. 'Cause for me, this is like a spa treatment. Sand baths are really rejuvenating for the skin. Exfoliates. Giving up yet?" I got to my purse and sat down, looking at the wall.
"Not quite yet, no. In fact, let's see if we can't make time fly." He picked the hourglass that Jed was in and started to shake it. I was about to say something when I heard a strange sound.
"What's that sound?" Kahmunrah stopped shaking the glass and listened. Next thing I knew the window was shattering. A red plane flew and crashed into another display.
"Stop! Right there, please, Mr. Daley. Well. Well, well, well! You certainly know how to make an entrance, Mr. Daley." Kahmunrah said as Uncle Larry got out of the plane and tried to run out of the room. His red headed friend got out of the crashed plane and started to walk away. I noticed that Kahmunrah wasn't paying attention to me and neither was Uncle Larry. I got up and started to walk away from them. I saw that she went out of the room and I picked up the pace.
"Hey!" I called out after her. She turned around to look at me and she stopped. "You're the girl that was with Uncle Larry."
"Yes, I'm Amelia Earhart."
"Charlotte Daley."
"So, Mr. Daley is your uncle?" She asked when I caught up to her.
"Yep," and we continued to walk.
"I think I saw you earlier with the man in the suit."
"Yeah, Al Capone," I said, my heart hurting
"Where is he?"
"I left him in a closet."
"Why?"
"Earlier he said that he loves me and we kissed. Then, one of his gang members saw us and he said that there was a bet to see who can get me to kiss them first," I told Amelia as we turned down a hallway.
"Oh," was all she said.
"And I was thinking that maybe I love him back, but I don't know now. It's hard to love someone who doesn't love you back."
"That's true," she said.
"So what are you doing?" I asked her.
"I think it's time to recruit some backup to help your uncle and you might be able to help convince some if they won't do it," She said and I knew that we were going to find my friends from the museum.
"How could you say that?" I yelled at Paul.
"Well, she had to know about the bet," he shrugged his shoulders.
"There was no bet!"
"Yes, there was. Remember when we were talking earlier when we had to meet the other two?"
"Yeah, but we never made a bet."
"Yeah, I said that she was pretty cute and you agreed. Then, I said that I could get her to kiss me and you said that she would never kiss me. I said that she wouldn't kiss you either and you didn't say anything. So, that's when the bet was made."
"But you never said we were going to have a bet about it!"
"Yeah, I didn't say that aloud," he said, looking down. I sighed, getting frustrated. I probably just lost the girl I love and she'll probably never talk to me again. I picked up the Tommy gun and walked out of the closet, looking around for her. When I saw no sign of her, I walked towards Ivan and Napoleon. "Do you know where she went?"
"Nyet, we saw go towards the stairs," Ivan said.
"Why didn't you stop her?"
"We didn't know what happened," Napoleon answered. "But we did find someone who knows about the combination."
"Where?" I asked.
"Right here," and one of Napoleon's boys held out his hand. In it, was a short person with a much larger head than his body.
"What do you know," I asked, pointing my gun towards him.
"Mr. Capone, there's no need for shooting," Ivan said, but I ignored him.
"Well?"
"The answer's pi, 3.14159265," he said, looking nervous at my gun and trying to get it away from him.
"Come on," I said and grabbed the person from the soldier's hand. I started walking towards the elevator and stairs. "Which one will we take?"
"The moving machine would be faster," Ivan said and Napoleon nodded his head.
"Do you know how it works?" Napoleon asked.
"I do," the short person said timidly. I walked over to the buttons on the wall and he pointed to the one that had a down arrow. "Press it." I did and it lit up. The doors opened soon and we all piled in again. I walked over to the other buttons on the inside and held the guy to it. He pointed to one and I pressed it. The doors closed and I could feel it moving. Charlotte wasn't here and so everything was quiet. I noticed Paul looking at me.
"Boss," he said.
"What?"
"Never mind," he shook his head. The ride was quiet and the machine soon stopped. The doors opened and I walked out. I started walking towards the place where Kahmunrah was to give him the combination. The others were quiet and didn't bother to ask me what was wrong. The door was nearing and I could hear him yelling at somebody.
"How about I don't kill you right now, like I really, really want to, and I give you precisely five seconds to give me that tablet and tell me the combination?" Kahmunrah was saying as we walked in the door.
"We already got the combination. It's pi, 3.14159265." I said walking over to them. Kahmunrah handed the hourglass to the man and got the tablet. "So Crazy Hair here, he sang. Oh, did he sing! Like a canary."
"I'm sorry, Larry," the short man in my hand said.
"Enough out of you! Remember what happened last time?" I said.
"That's enough," Charlotte's uncle said.
"Must be a real bummer for you, Larry, knowing that all of your valiant efforts were, in the end, for naught," Kahmunrah said as he typed in the combination. "What a terrible disappointment you must be to yourself. Do you hear that humming sound? Do you know what that sound is?" Ivan raised his hand to answer. "It's rhetorical. That is the sound of the End." Then, the gate opened and there was a bright light coming from it. "Welcome to the new, extended reign of Kahmunrah, Fifth King of Egypt and now the world! Horus, Ra, my warriors, come forth! Send Larry Daley, his niece, and his friends to their doom! Speaking of which, where is she?" We looked around for her, but all I saw was her purse.
"Charlotte!" Her uncle called.
"She left," the cowboy said.
"When?"
"When you and Ramen Noodle were talking about combination."
"And you didn't bother to tell us?"
"No, she'd get mad and a mad Charlotte is never good."
"That's true," he nodded his head. Then, these things came out of the gate. They had the body of a man, but the head of a bird. I backed up with Ivan and Napoleon while dropping the little guy. The things came closer to him.
"Halt!" a voice yelled. "The mighty Octavius has returned! I ride on the back of nature's most fearsome creature! I ride the squirrel! Forward now, my mighty steed! Whoa, girl! Easy." A tiny man, riding on a squirrel and was dressed weirdly, came forward. "Do you wish to surrender honorably? Or must this end with the spilling of your blood?"
"This?" Kahmunrah laughed. "This is your big rescue?"
"Oh, no. This is!" and something came through the window and I recognized him as Abe Lincoln.
"What is that thing?" He asked.
"The name is Abraham Lincoln. And you, sir, are in a heap of trouble!" He said pointing his finger at him.
"Attack it!" Kahmunrah ordered. They started throwing the spears they had at him, but all they did was bounce off him.
"Disgusting half-pigeons!" and Abe started to flick them. They got scared and they started to go into the gate.
"No, no, no! Hello? Wait, wait, wait. No, no!"
"Goodbye, strange bird men." Abe said.
"Do not return to the Underworld!" He commanded, but they didn't listen.
"Yes, yes, do go back into the Underworld! Thank you for coming! Good night!" The man on the squirrel said as they ran back.
"No, no! Oh, this is awkward."
"It appears my work here is finished. Just remember, son, a house divided against itself cannot stand. Farewell." and Abe left.
"What now?" Ivan asked.
"You know, I'm not quite sure. I suppose we should probably start by watching him die. Then, find the girl and kill her."
"Why would you kill the girl?" I asked.
"Because she's his niece."
"And that's a reason to kill her?"
"Mr. Capone, do you like her?" He asked me.
"No, but â" I couldn't tell them I love her.
"Then it shouldn't matter."
"Streltsy! Make him dead!" Ivan commanded.
"Dexter!" I exclaimed that as I opened the crate my friends were in. Amelia was gone looking for other recruits after we had gotten rid of the gangsters that were supposed to be watching over it. Dexter was the cutest monkey ever; I don't know why he and Uncle Larry didn't get along.
"Charlotte, what are you doing here?"
"I came here with Uncle Larry," I answered Sacagawea's question. "I need you and the rest to come with me."
"Why?" She asked.
"Because I need your help to defeat Kahmunrah."
"The man who made us stay in here?"
"Yeah, he has Uncle Larry and Jed captive."
"How can we defeat them? There aren't a lot of us."
"I know, but Amelia is getting others to help."
"Others?"
"Yeah, people from the other exhibits here."
"I'll come," she said. She walked over to me and looked at the others. "Are you?" Dexter came over to me and hugged my leg. Attila and the others came over to me.
"General Custer at your service," a man said to me. "You have very nice hair, but not as nice as mine. What do you do to it?"
"I blow dry it, put some product in it, leave it curly, or sometimes I straighten it."
"How long does it take you?"
"About an hour it depends."
"Charlotte, we need to go," Sacagawea said.
"Fine," I sighed, not wanting to get back because Capone might be there. I started leading them to the place where Amelia and I were supposed to meet up. Amelia was already there with the others. There were the cupids, another monkey, the squid from earlier, and a bunch of others. "Are you ready?"
"Yeah, now let's go rescue that uncle of yours." We started walking towards Kahmunrah and went a little faster until we reached the doors, but we didn't go in. "We need a plan."
"I got one," General Custer said. "We go in and I'll yell, 'We are not going to attack!' and here's the catcher, we'll attack." Sacagawea just sighed and I looked over at her, but she just shook her head.
"I guess it'll work. What do you think Amelia?"
"I suppose it will." Amelia and I opened the doors, Custer got on his horse, and we got in without being noticed until Kahmunrah noticed us.
"Charlotte?" I heard Uncle Larry say.
"Now what?" Kahmunrah asked, obviously annoyed.
"We are not going to attack right now!" General Custer yelled. Everybody else started yelling and in agreement. Then, they ran forward, but Amelia and I stayed behind to get Uncle Larry.
"Get them!" We started looking around for him, but had no luck. Then, I noticed that Al was looking my way, but Napoleon and Ivan the Terrible were keeping back by talking to him. I saw Amelia go somewhere and Uncle Larry was with Dexter and the other monkey. I walked over to him in time to see him slapped by both of the monkeys.
"Uncle Larry," I said. He looked over at me and hugged me.
"What happened to you?" He asked when he saw the bandages on me.
"I fell," I said.
"You fell?"
"Well, I tripped."
"You did?"
"Yep, over a rock."
"Doing what?"
"Running."
"Tell me later," he sighed.
"Okay, so what do we need to do now?"
"You're doing nothing," he said as he walked away.
"What do you mean?" I asked as I caught up to him.
"What I mean is that you aren't going to get hurt."
"I'm always getting hurt! That's the problem with being uncoordinated and clumsy!"
"No," he said.
"Yes," I said.
"Charlotte," He said warningly as we got closer to the gate to the Underworld and when we got there, he took the tablet and then went behind the gate.
"Uncle Larry," I said as I followed him.
"Hey," Amelia said as she came up to us.
"Are you alright?" He asked her.
"Never better," she answered.
"Listen, when I give the signal, I want you to open the gate," he told her.
"I take it you have a plan."
"I'm going to divide the house," and they went separate ways. I, of course, followed Uncle Larry and he walked right into the bad guys.
"The tablet! Now!" Ivan said. Napoleon had a little knife or a really little sword and pointed it towards Uncle Larry. They all surrounded him and me, but I knew that Uncle Larry wouldn't let them hurt me.
"Okay, sure, you can have it. Just tell me who the boss is and I'll give it to you. Or should I give it to Kahmunrah? He's your master, right?" He said.
"Nyet! He is not our master!" Ivan said.
"Really? Because he acts like he is. But fine, just tell me who the boss is and you can have it."
"Hey! That'd be me." Capone said, snapping his fingers towards the tablet and I couldn't help but to laugh a little bit. He looked over at me a little bit, but quickly looked away and then Ivan slapped his hand down.
"This man is a peasant! I am the only one here of noble birth!" Ivan said.
"Peasant," Capone muttered, not looking at all happy.
"Well, that is true," I said.
"How do you know that?" Uncle Larry asked me.
"History is one of my favorite subjects. I thought you knew that."
"I didn't know that."
"Well, you learn something new every day."
"But anyway, what about Napoleon? He's got more medals and a bigger hat."
"Thank you," Napoleon said, reaching for the tablet. Who knew guys could be so greedy?
"You might got a lot of medals, but you put one of your little child hands on that tablet again, it'll be the last thing them tiny little mitts of yours ever touch." Al said and then Ivan hit him on the chest.
"Why would you touch little Nippy?" Ivan the Terrible asked and I just had to laugh at what he called him.
"I can handle this, okay?" 'Nippy' said, while glaring at me.
"You can handle nothing! You can barely speak, you fool!"
"You know what? No problem." And with that, Capone pushed Ivan down and tossed his gun on the floor. "I'll give it to you. You see that?" And he slapped Napoleon. Napoleon did this weird laugh and then tackled Capone to the ground! "Oh, you're a spunky little fella!"
"Charlotte, you'll be okay with them?" Uncle Larry asked.
"Yeah, where are you going?"
"I'm going to do my plan."
"Have fun and don't get killed."
"Same to you," and he walked, more like jogged, away from the fight. No matter how entertaining it was to see them fight, I had to break it up somehow.
"Okay, that's enough fighting now," I said to them, but they ignored me.
"Will you please stop fighting," I asked them, getting a little annoyed, but all they did was glance over at me and continued to fight. I walked over and got Capone's Tommy gun. I sat it down on a table that had flowers on it and looked down at the three men.
"I said that was enough fighting!" I yelled at them. The broke apart and glared at me. "Thank you."
"Where's my gun?" Al asked.
"Right here," and I got the gun off the table. He reached over for it, but I moved it. "You're not getting it."
"Why?"
"Because I said so."
"And that's a good reason?"
"Yeah," I nodded my head.
"This isn't about earlier is it?"
"Which part of earlier? The one where I got stuck with Kahmunrah, when I met Paul, when I fell, when I wasn't allowed to lay down because of my head, the elevator, the cupids, or where I found out I part of some bet?" I finished somewhat angrily. "Go ahead, pick one."
"Wait, you placed a bet on her?" Napoleon asked. "You don't do that when you're trying to get with someone and especially if they find out!"
"I didn't know that there was a bet! According to Paul, he said that he made the bet in his mind and forgot to say it aloud!"
"Oh, it's Paul's fault?" I asked.
"Yeah, and I still mean what I said earlier," Capone said.
"How do I know that? You could be lying or this could be another bet!"
"Does this answer your question?" He put his hands on waist and drew me near to him. He looked down at me and kissed my lips. My eyes closed and I wrapped my arms around his neck. While doing so, I dropped his gun, but he didn't seem to care. I could hear Napoleon making those cute noises and talking to Ivan about us, but I didn't expect was Uncle Larry to be done with his plan so quickly.
"Charlotte!" I broke the kiss, but I could tell that Capone wasn't happy. Uncle Larry had walked up to us with Amelia close behind.
"Yes, Uncle Larry?"
"What were you doing with him?"
"Um, we were kissing," I said, knowing how he was going to react.
"You were kissing the man who was probably going to kill us?"
"He wasn't going to. Kahmunrah's things were."
"You mean the bird-human thing?"
"They were birds?"
"You didn't see their heads?"
"I wasn't there."
"Where were you?"
"With Amelia and the others."
"Why did you sneak away?"
"Because for reasons I don't want to talk about right now," I said, not wanting Uncle Larry to know about what happened quite yet. "Plus, I have to tell Jed."
"Wait, you're going to tell Jed before your own uncle?"
"Yes, because if I don't then Jed will get mad," I said, removing my arms from Capone's neck.
"Hey, boss, here's your coat," said a familiar voice. Paul walked up to us and handed Al his coat. "So, you're still together after what happened earlier?"
"What happened earlier?" Uncle Larry asked.
"Mr. Daley, I need to talk to you," Amelia said and she glanced at me. I nodded my head slightly and turned back to Al. I turned around to face Paul and Capone wrapped his arms around my waist. Uncle Larry and Amelia walked off somewhere and it just left me with Ivan, Napoleon, Paul, and Al.
"Well, aren't you still mad about the bet?" Paul asked.
"No, I'm actually glad."
"Why?"
"Because I was able to meet Mr. Capone right over there," I said, pointing to him behind me.
"So, you're glad that there was a bet?"
"Yeah, but then again it wasn't a fair bet."
"What do you mean?"
"You never told him about it until you walked in on us. Oh, and have you heard of this thing called knocking? It's a wonderful thing to use when you want to go into a room, but you don't know if someone is in it or not." Paul just scowled at me and was about to say something when Uncle Larry came back.
"I need to talk to you," He said, beckoning Al. He removed his arms from and kissed my cheek before he went over to Uncle Larry. They walked over to somewhere else and Amelia came back.
"Charlotte, how would you like it if Mr. Capone came back to New York with you?"
That was chapter seven. So, how was it?