"Let's find a way out of here!" Rick yelled.
"We can't leave! We need to stop him!" Adam said, pulling on his shirt.
"Well I'm leaving!" Jonathan huffed, walking away.
"You're the one that brought a walking, talking bag of bandages back to life!" Adam shouted behind his back. "That's not my problem now, isn't it?" he laughed scornfully. "Oh please you two!" Evi snapped, "Let's try not to panic here, okay?"
"There's a killer on the loose and you want to stay calm?" Rick shouted, just adding to the panic process. "We don't even know what he wants from us!" Adam cried, "I don't wanna have my eyes ripped out by a mummy!"
"You told him the story, huh?"
"Probably not the best idea, I know."
"Look, I know how this thing ends! We ambush him, then run out of the place and go on with out lives!" Jonathan snapped, "And that's not my idea of fun! I'm going home, and pretending that this never happened!"
"Jonathan! You can't leave!" Evi cried, anger rising inside her.
"Oh yah? Watch me!" he laughed, turning around.
"The only reason we're here, you're alive, is because we care about you!"
"I appreciate you saving me in all, but I really just... Need to get away from all this."
"Jonathan," Evi whispered, starting for him. Rick held her arm gently, and nodded slowly towards his brother in law. "You can't just let him leave!" she argued.
"If he wants to go, he can go." he shrugged.
"Uncle John!" Adam cried. He turned around expecting to see his usual off set face smiling down at him, like he always did after cracking a joke. Adams face turned sour when he was no where to be found.
He was long gone, lost forever in the shadows.
"You take Adam with you to find a way out of here, and I'll deal with 'bloody Nicholas down there." Rick instructed.
"But I want to go with you!" Adam said, still sad about his favorite uncle leaving. "Don't worry. Jonathan can deal with things on his own!" Evi comforted, laughing inside at her own lie. "And why can't we all ambush the mummy?" she added coldly.
"Because you two need to stay safe, that's why!" Rick sighed.
"Fine. But don't hurt yourself out there." Evi whispered.
"What about Max? Who's he going with?" Adam complained, obviously the only one who cared for him at the moment. "I forgot about the dog!" Rick smiled, "he can protect you."
"That's sweet." Evi grinned, feeling pulled by an imaginary string towards him. Then she remembered Adam was with them. "Um... Why don't you see what your little decedent on the god of the underworld is doing?" Evi grinned suspiciously. Adam shrugged. "Fine, I'll take my time..." he slowly backed out of the room, glad they sent him out this time. Rick pulled his wife closer, and wondered how he could possibly have lived without her. They got in a last minute goodbye kiss before Max interrupted them. "Great, you found him." Evi sighed.
"Wait, if we have Max, then you'll be all alone out there!" Adam said.
"I'm Rick O'Connell! I don't need help from anyone!" he smiled.
"Not buying it Grandpa." he smirked.
"And only Evelyn O'Connell is allowed to say her name like I'm referring to the third person in this family!" she glared.
"Of course dear." Rick muttered, trudging away back to where they last saw him. "So where are we going grandma?" Adam asked, once Rick was out of sight. "That's a really good question!" she laughed.
"I think Max wants to go that way." he pointed to the left hallway. "That's crazy!" she said, "we already went that way, and there was nothing!"
"But Max knows there's something there!" Adam whined.
"And how do you know that?"
"I... I don't know! I can just feel it!"
"Well... Okay, if fur-ball here really wants to."
They started down the corridor, having little vision of where they were going.
"See I told you two! Nothing!" Evi laughed, turning back around.
"Wait!" Adam cried, looking at Max. "You know that story you were telling us last week?"
"Which one?"
"The one about the tongue being ripped out." he shuddered.
"Oh yes, that memory still haunts me."
"Well, you told us you triggered at trap door,"
"Yes... Your point?"
"In your book, it said something about Russians and Egyptians thinking alike in their architectural ways."
"Are you saying there's something out here we aren't seeing?"
"Yes. I think there's a trap door somewhere around here." Adam concluded, feeling smarter than usual. He began feeling around the walls, pushing at his seven year old hardest. Evi eventually joined in, feeling left out of the work. When they got to the end of the wall, Adam could see a tiny inscription. The same one that was on the stone Jonathan destroyed a few hours back. They both pushed together, making the wall slide to the side. Adam peered inside, and backed his head out quickly, shaking it like he was hallucinating. For inside the secret room lay millions and millions of rows of pure gold.
Rick peered around the corner to see the bridge completely broken down. It hung, defeated, swallowed by the darkness. What he didn't see though, was the mummy. He had no way of getting to his tomb. Seeing no intimate danger, Rick looked down at the pit. The mummy had to be down here, he thought. He saw Jacks tool kit, and smiled. All the things he needed to get down there was in that bag. "idiot." he smirked. Rick pulled out the rope, knotted it to a nearby rock, and threw the other side down, watching it disappear. "Evi didn't think I could do it!" he said to himself, clipping a leather harness to the hooks. He lowered himself down, borrowing his old friend Bobby's headlamp. "He won't be needing it anytime soon."
Turns out, Rick was right about Nicholas being below in the darkness. Before he got there though, Nicholas was hard at work with his own problems. To complete his goal of world domination, he requested help from his family. He entered the burial tombs, where his three children laid. "Wake up, my children." he said in perfect Russian, "your father is here."
The ground shook slightly, and the chests rattled in their place. The dark figures rose up silently, and bowed their heads in respect. "rise." he nodded.
"We can all have the riches of the world." they smiled greedily.
"Yes, but before we can do that, we have to get rid of that pesky family!"
"But not the boy. His powers are too great to be wasted." Nicholas sighed, "We also need that stone!"
"But it was broken!" one of the kids argued.
"Not another word from you, or I'll ground you for another four thousand years!" he snapped, "and just because it was broken, doesn't need it doesn't still work."
Jonathan made it out of the catacombs, trying to push aside the sour feelings he felt inside. He tried not to imagine Adam all alone, in the darkness, or his sister fighting a mummy that he brought back to life. Maybe this is the end of the world, but I'm still going to get me a drink! he smiled at his thought. He had located a nearby bar only a few miles from the site on his IPhone (the battery was solar re-chargeable) and entered the room with a heavy heart. "Just a shot of bourbon, that's all," he sighed to the waiter. He grunted reluctantly, and slid the drink across the table. A man opened the door, making the bell jingle. He looked like he'd been though a rough day too. The man sat next to Jonathan, and signaled for a plain beer. "Tough time?" Jonathan sighed.
"Ah, just some family issues, sometimes I just wish I could get away from all this."
"You have no idea." Jonathan muttered.
"So what's on your mind?" he asked.
"You wouldn't understand..."
"Oh I wouldn't be so sure about that!" the man laughed, taking off his hat.
"Izzy?" Jonathan yelped, banging his drink on the table.
"I can't get through ONE week without meeting any of you disturbed people!" he grinned, "let me guess, another one, huh?"
"How did you guess?"
"Things've been too quiet these days." Izzy sighed, "and if you haven't noticed, the weather outside is pretty scary!"
"What are you talking about? It was fine when I showed up!"
"Same old Jonathan!" Izzy muttered, pulling the blinds away from the smudgy window. The sky was a dark black as it spit baseball sized hail down to the ground. "Wow, must've missed that." Jonathan said to himself.
"So where's the rest of the mummy-slingers?"
"Uh... They're kinda still inside."
"You mean you left your sister and your adorable nephew in the catacombs?" Izzy shrieked, "What kind of person are you?"
"I'm sorry! I panicked! It's just one of my many charms."
"One of many, pal." Izzy laughed, "But you can't just sit here sipping vodka all your life! They need you Jonathan; you know they can't do it without you."
"ehh... Are you sure I can't sit here and drink boos?"
"Yes, I'm sure!" Izzy snapped, "Here, take my number if you get into any trouble along the way."
"Thanks, you're a real friend." Jonathan grinned, filling up his drink. "By the way, what kind of family issues are you going through?"
"My mother kicked me out of the house and threatened to call the police on me."
"Same old Izzy, a bruised dignity and free willed mind, and nothing to show for it."
"Hey. My blimp is a work in progress!" Izzy said defensively.
Jonathan got up, and held his beer bottle up proudly. "I know what I must do."
"That's the Jonathan I know!"
"But first, another drink!"