A/N: This has been bugging me I think the entire time I've struggled to get past the 3rd chapter…I think I wanted Ahk's voice to be heard, after all that's what sparked the whole idea behind this fic =]
This is just his POV from Chapters 1-2, I don't think he'll have another ch but who know, if you guys like I might be do more.
Thanks for reading, the reviews and for letting me get this off my mind! 3

7 Days & 7 Nights: Decisions, Coffins and Words

Ch 6

Ahkmenrah, Forth King of the Forth Kingdom, would always carry the horrifying memories of the 7 days and 7 nights he spent away from the Museum, its protection, and his family.

After the conversation with a nervous Lawrence, he'd tried his best to reassure the man. After all he'd done for them, the gentle nature in which he cared for and guarded the other exhibits, let alone the fact that he'd freed Ahkmenrah…

All these factors had the young King more than willing to do anything that might help the Guard in anyway, if getting examined by these Egyptologist would assist him, then Ahkmenrah was more than glad to do so. Plus, he'd been examined thousands of times and suffered no ill effects himself.

How wrong he'd been…

The last night he'd spend at the Museum had been uneventful aside from a small 'Going away' gathering. He'd gone to bed in the morning after parting ways with everyone, and distinctly remembered feeling unconcerned by the notion of going with the Egyptologist and their scheduled exams.

The memory he had of when he woke next was a horrible, almost unmentionable one that would haunt his sleeping and waking dreams.

He'd woken in a tight bag, which was nested within packing material in a crate. His being was drowning in the sensation of burning, dying from his very soul out. It felt as though he was both being ripped apart, as well as tightly compacted. His body seemed to emanate molten spikes of agony shooting down his limbs that left him paralyzed, barely able to even draw a breath, let alone to scream. When he did manage to inhale enough of a breath, he would scream unrelentingly for Larry, Theodore, Jed or Oct…anyone, even his brother.

But no one came…

Alone, absolutely drowning in torturous pain and so lost as his mind failed him, he was trapped and unable to do anything more than sob and struggle to even voice his agony.

Unaware of anything outside his torturous world, even unaware of time as it passed, Ahkmenrah had no idea how long he'd spent in that state of unrelenting fire, pain and darkness. Whether it was hours or moments he would never know.

He awoke two more times confined in that…terrible bag after the first time.

Each time he'd wake with more fear, less coherent thoughts and more pain than before if even possible.

As he lay trapped and suffering, his limbs feeling as if they were simply laying in a bed of hot coals, his mind began to struggle to recall who he was, let alone where he was and what was happening or how he'd gotten there.

He only knew that he was trapped, alone, and being consumed relentlessly by fire before blessed darkness claimed his mind.

When he woke again, he was free from the confines of the bag and instead was laying in a sealed box, an extremely startling change.

'A Coffin' his mind supplied.

While the increasing burning of his limbs had ceased, he felt as though his body would combust at any point he was so hot. He knew instantly he was trapped in the dark box, and the sudden flood of anxiety at the hazy realization sent his unstable mind into a panicked and terrorized frenzy. His weak struggles to free himself increased until he was screaming and pounding on the top of the prison with all his will, fight or flight instincts having taken over and given him strength.

Suddenly he felt the lid begin to give and he used all his strength to break it free in a primal display of fear fueled strength.

As light flooded into the prison and bathed his eyes, he felt explosions of pain behind his eyes and the fire burning inside him increased with every moment, expanding in intensity as well range. He managed to blindly pull himself free of the horrible coffin, or whatever it was. The further he got from it the more the manic terror he felt at the sight of it and it made him want to sob hysterically. In his unstable minds eye he saw decades of endless black in a tight box, Scrapping at the inside of the wood lid until his fingernails were broken, his own uncontrollable endless screams both deafening him as they reverberated off the walls driving him insane.

When the flashback ended he found himself against a wall as his legs strength began to give out, he sobbed desperately as he struggled to remain upright.
"Please! Someone help me! Anyone…"

"Father …the fire is consuming me…Brother ….guards…anyone…" he sobbed and then cried out as a spike of pain caused him to waver. Wasn't there anyone? Where were his guard?...

'GUARDS!...Guards?' The thought was fleeting and gone before Ahkmenrah could gasp onto it. Unable to stand any longer his legs gave out and he fell to his knees painfully.

He felt a hot stab of pain in his core, as if someone had heated a pike to a molten white and then stabbed him with it. He cried out in pain and collapsed, praying for Ra his god to help him. But the voices that answered were distorted and unfamiliar, their words were blunt and scared him even more. There were words that he may have almost understood, but he couldn't concentrate long enough to even remember them in the face of the torture he felt that left him sobbing in agony.

There was a sudden sensation of something almost ripping in his stomach and then the young Egyptian suddenly felt as though he'd drank acid.

The sensation left him heaving full bodied, painfully, on the verge of blacking out. Each heaved robbed his body of any energy it had left and his very breath until he was gasping desperately, drowning on the thick acidic fluid that his body was attempting to expel. When the last heave was over he managed to suck in a weak breath which was sobbed out as he collapsed.

As he lay on the cool stone floor he felt his heart struggle to beat as it pounded like a drum in his ears and he found that he lacked the energy to remember to breathe, let alone draw the breath itself.

His mind, much like the rest of his body, struggled to continue on, the sound of his own heart tripping over itself and his ragged loudly in his ears he finally slipped into a dazed state, too confused to even be aware of anything other than pain.

Yet even in this state, a voice intoned with fatherly authority caught a glimmer of attention from him and he reflectively tried to narrow in on it before it escaped him unsuccessfully.

But there it was again, that nagging voice in that same tone. It pulled him back enough to hear the command "Name of RA!" and it brought up a memory of an angry older Egyptian man yelling at two young boys to let him in. It struck a different type of fear into him just as another wave of pain sent weak tremors throughout his limbs and left him clinging to that voice as he stared unseeing.

"Ahk!"

His mind struggled to hold its tenuous grasp of the command, '…..Let… him..in...' His inner voice was even struggling to surface let alone process the thought, or say the words but he thought he might've before an inviting cloak of darkness swept towards him which he allowed himself to be drawn into.

When he surfaced again he was aware of others around him and it filled in with such relief it managed to temper the pain long enough for him to focus his gaze onto his saviors.

'Lawrence…Theodore..' he thought in a moment of recognition, reaching for the former President's hand. But the moment of strength left as quickly as it came and he felt the darkness begin to sweep over him again, blissfully hiding his waking mind from the onslaught of pain he submitted to it and allowed it to embrace him.

END AHK POV Ch1 - Ch2