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-Full- Summary: Things are not well at the museum when a new exhibit arrives. With a new artifact comes new curses, new magic, and new friends. At first, things are great, and the museum is more popular then ever! But suddenly things take a turn for the worst when three all-powerful ancient Egyptian gods get involved, wanting revenge on mankind.

Now it's up to Larry and the gang to stop these misfit deities from taking out everything and everyone in their path, all before sunrise!

A/N: YES! It took all night, but I finally got the scene where I introduce the gods right in my head. I'm happy; it took me at least five times to get it right. (Note my little god pun in the 3rd paragraph.) ^^ AND YOU NEED TO READ THIS PART OF THE NOTE 'CAUSE IT'S IMPORTANT AND IT WILL HELP YOU UNDERSTAND THIS CHAPTER: It's true; if you look up Sekhmet or Hathor on Google, then the majority of the sites will tell you that Ra turned Sekhmet into Hathor after he got her drunk because she was getting to scary. (Lol no srsly, that's what it says, no joke!) That's what most of the sites say, but a handful of them state that Sekhmet and Hathor were two different goddesses. I'm using that theory, because it just seems easier and makes more sense to me. And FIY, I made up the scepter thing, so don't go looking for that in the myth. AND I KNOW none of the gods are blonde, but Hathor was always blonde in my mind, so there.

John chuckled to himself in the darkness as he walking into his hotel room. He had gotten a first class flight to the USA yesterday. Currently, he was in Maine, and was just returning to his hotel room after a few rounds of beers at the local bar. (His friend was buying, so why not?)

Flicking on the lights and yawning, John stopped when he saw that he was not alone in the room.

Lounged across the couch was a woman. She was wearing a red shirt and black jeans. She had long, jet-black hair, a pointed chin, and long legs. John thought he was dreaming (either that, or he was drunker then he thought), because no one could ever look that beautiful. And even if he was, he might as well enjoy this hallucination while it lasted. Besides – what would a woman be doing in his room during such an ungodly hour?

"Hello," said John, walking towards the angel on his couch.

"Where is it?" asked the woman. Her voice seemed more…stern, and not like he had imagined it…but it still sounded otherworldly and it had a kind of echo that sent shivers down his spine.

"What?" he asked and she stood up. Her eyes were black; coal black, with a hint of red in them.

"Where is it?"

"Where's what, sweetie?"

"My scepter. Where is it?" she asked louder this time.

John stopped. "Look lady, it's not yours. I found it, thus I get all the credit and –"

CRACK!

Before his mind was registering what going on, the woman was inches from him, her hand around his neck, him being pushed back against the wall.

"Either you tell me where it is, mortal," she said, looking deadly now, "or I can kill you." As if to insure this idea, she added pressure to his neck, and his feet weren't touching the ground anymore.

John's chest tightened and he panicked. He was drunk, but not that drunk. This chick was real. And she was crazy.

"I-I dunno…someone…from the museum…took it…"

She cocked her head slightly. "Museum?"

"Museum of…Natural…History. In…New York…City. They took it…two days ago…it's…there…on…display…"

She let go of his neck, and he fell to the floor, coughing and gasping. He looked up at the woman with wide and fear filled eyes. She looked at him with a thoughtful expression.

"I suppose I'll let you live…for now," she mused, and with another loud CRACK she was gone.

John blinked. What the hell just happened?

That sad excuse of a man wasn't wrong. The 'Museum of Natural History' was indeed bragging about having a new artifact – her scepter – that was being put on display tonight. It would be so easy to slip in and take it. No one would notice. Hell, mortals wouldn't see a portal to the Underworld even if it opened right in front of their noses.

Which happened a lot.

Bah. It was all those filthy Half-Blood's faults. Almost everything now a day was. Many times she cursed the day that her father got the bright idea to make that accursed Tablet. But now, both of them were dead. And that was that.

Sekhmet told herself that again and again as she made her way up the steps of the so-called 'Museum'. Mortals were so naive. They had to write everything down so they wouldn't forget it. She reached the top of the steps and was about to walk inside when something suddenly stopped her. A light yellow force field – invisible to mortals, no doubt – was blocking her way. Sekhmet scowled, and pushed on it with both of her hands, only to quickly remove them.

The shield had burned her hands. And causing one of the gods' pain was impossible, unless it was admitted by another god.

CRACK!

"What are you doing?" asked the annoying voice of her sister. Sekhmet glanced over at her sister or her other half, Hathor.

When the world was first created, mankind began to mock the gods, Ra in particular. They said that he was growing old. He grew enraged, and created Sekhmet. She was to reap revenge and pain on those who mocked her father. She was on top of the world. Mortals (and most of the gods, as well) feared her.

And Ra had seen enough.

Cleverly disguising beer to look like blood, she drank it, became drunk, and fell into a deep form of sleep. It was then when Ra was going to destroy her. But he couldn't bring himself to do such an act. Instead, he used his scepter to split her in half. Sekhmet was drained of most of her power, and in turn, Hathor was born. Hathor was literally Sekhmet's other half – she was the goddess of war and vengeance, while Hathor was the goddess of love and happiness.

Hathor was a blonde goddess, who dressed more fashionably then her twin. Having the appearance of a young twenty-year-old, she was wearing skinny jeans, a pair of light blue converse, sunglasses and a pink tank top with at least three layers underneath made her look like something out of a fashion magazine. Also, it didn't help that all gods and goddesses looked beautiful to humans; it was just a side effect.

"I'm going to get my scepter back," snapped Sekhmet.

"Wait…you mean they actually found it? I thought you hid it!"

True, she had. Sekhmet never wanted the scepter that had divided her to ever see daylight ever again, so she buried it underneath the sand. It still was connected to her; it had some of her power, and she could feel whenever it was used.

"I did," she answered simply. "Somehow they found it. I should have destroyed that damn thing when I had the chance."

"Well, what are you waiting for?" asked Hathor, walking straight into the shield. She cried out and fell backwards. "W-what was that?"

"I don't…wait," said Sekhmet, holding her hand up.

CRACK!

Now that she was standing on the other side of the street, she could see the shimmering gold, slightly transparent Eye of Horus that was glowing in mid-air over the museum. Sekhmet's eyes narrowed, and she looked up to see her sister running across the street over to her.

"You're so lazy," muttered Hathor, rolling her eyes. "What's the point of trying to blend in with the mortals if you're just gonna teleport everywhere?" She looked where Sekhmet was looking and her eyebrows shot up. "Why is that there?"

"I don't know. But I think it has something to do with what is inside of that building."

"What makes you think that?"

"Because if father left his mark above a building, it means that there's something in there that he is protecting. And I want to know what," she said, walking into the park and over towards a fountain.

"Oh please, you are so overreacting. Just because father doesn't want us in there doesn't mean that there's something in there that he's protecting," said Hathor, following her sister.

Sekhmet walked over to a fountain and waved her hand over the water. It rippled, turning a shade of light green.

"Show me the scepter," said Sekhmet loudly but clearly. The water cleared, and it showed the inside of the Egyptian room inside of the museum. Hathor leaned over Sekhmet's shoulder to get a better look. The scepter was sitting on a pedestal, a caption underneath it that read, The Scepter of Ra. From the corner of the picture they could see the line of people who were already waiting to see it, but they were being kept as bay by a guard.

"Pfft. Mortals," scoffed Sekhmet. She observes the picture once more, but had to do a double take for what she saw next. Hathor saw what she saw, and her jaw dropped.

"No way," muttered Hathor. "That can't be."

"But it is."

They exchanged glances before Hathor waved her hand over the water. The picture closed up on a certain golden slab hanging above a sarcophagus.

"The Tablet," they said in unison.

"I thought it got stuck in that gateway!" said Hathor, leaning in closer.

"So did I! How did it get out?" asked Sekhmet.

"I dunno! And – ohmigod. Look who is below it!" cried the blonde goddess, pointing a finger to the sarcophagus.

"The Half-Blood? But he isn't dead. His soul isn't in the Underworld! (Trust me, I've looked.)"

"What? Then how-?" Hathor clapped a hand to her forehead. "Oh don't tell me. The Tablet is bringing him back, isn't it?"

"It would appear so…" mused Sekhmet. "But why isn't he moving?"

"Maybe it's like a half-way thing. Like he only comes back during the day or night or something!"

"That is completely absurd," said Sekhmet, rolling her eyes. "But it does make sense." Sekhmet suddenly grinned wickedly, her eyes flashing.

"Oh please. Don't tell me you're going to try and get revenge on the boy! C'mon, he's even not going to remember you!"

"Shh. Something's going on," said Sekhmet, leaning down into the fountain again as the water rippled to form a new scene happening inside the museum.

Bonnie strutted up into the museum's entrance, her arms interlocked with two of her cronies – Megan, a redhead, and Sara, a brunette – while Viola lagged behind. Not only was Viola less important in Bonnie's eyes, she also was the person who carried her oversized purse whenever she was out on the move. (She couldn't have a purse weighting her down when she was asking a boy out!)

And with Viola already carrying her purse, why not let her carry Megan's and Sara's? It made such sense.

Or, at least it did in Bonnie's mind.

The sun was beginning to set, and the new exhibit was supposed to be unveiled at ten o' lock. Viola was actually wanting to see it. She – like Brad, the blonde jock that all the girls in her school swooned over – loved this museum, but hadn't visited it for over six years. So much had changed, and she barely knew her way around anymore.

Bonnie spotted Brad up on the balcony, so she and her 'friends' walked up the stairs, taking two at a time.

"Oh Brad!" called Bonnie loudly, making the blonde boy's head turn. Viola followed them, but ended up tripping and grabbing onto someone's arm who was next to her.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry," said Viola quickly, expecting to see a angry person who was just waiting to yell as her. But instead, when she looked up, her blue eyes met with a pair of brown that looked unusually familiar to her.

It felt so strange, having people line up outside of his tomb. That is where they had set up the new exhibit. Ahkmenrah looked at it, but it was under a white sheet. He got tempted to take it off, but decided not to, because if Rebecca caught him he would probably get in trouble.

Stepping out of the tomb gate's – which had been shut prior by Larry – he got a smile from Rebecca, who was standing outside, talking to a little redheaded girl. She mouthed, "Get Larry", and he nodded back to her before hurrying down the hall.

Once in the lobby, Ahkmenrah looked around, but couldn't locate the Guardian of Brooklyn. So instead, he walked over to Teddy, who was currently giving directions to the marina room to a family. As soon as he was done, Ahk stepped forward.

"Ahkmenrah, my boy, what can I do you for?" asked Teddy.

"Have you seen Larry? Rebecca needs his assistance and I'm supposed to find him," said Ahk.

"Yes, I believe he said he was going to check on the Neanderthals to make sure they hadn't gotten back into the fire extinguisher foam."

"Thank you," said Ahk before hurrying up the stairs. He suddenly froze half-way up the stairs, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end.

What-?

But before he could finish the thought, someone beside him stumbled and grabbed onto his arm. Caught by surprise, he stumbled slightly also. He looked over to his side to see who had caught him, but when he did his eyes went wide. It was a girl. And a very familiar one at that.

There was no possible way-

"Oh my God I'm so sorry," said the girl quickly, her eyes meeting his.

Who he was reminded of was one of his best friends from childhood, Sulipica. They had met one day when he was still young at the palace. Her mother was a servant, and her father was a high government official, so she had spent a lot of time there. At the time, Ahk nor his brother could pronounce her name, so they gave her the nickname Sully. At first she didn't answer to it, but eventually she gave in and did.

Ahkmenrah looked the girl over; she had Sully's black hair, blue eyes, and freckles, and by the looks of it, she also had her thin figure, but for some reason was hiding it, considering the fact that she was wearing baggy pants and a long sleeve shirt that looked three sizes too big. She also was carrying three bags and each of them looked as big as her. The only difference was that Sully had short, spikey and jagged hair because she had cut it herself, claiming that it had gotten in her face while she was trying to read. She was one of his people who could actually read and write.

But he was being silly. Sully had died a long time ago, and that was that.

The girl who looked like Sully straightened herself, then laughed nervously. "You know how normal people fall down the stairs? Well I fall up them."

Even her voice sounded like hers; sarcastic, yet vulnerable. She looked him up and down and Ahkmenrah suddenly felt self-conscious, but pushed the thought away.

"Oh you're one of those volunteers who helps 'bring history to life' right?Hey...have we met before? You look really familiar."

He disparately wanted to say yes, but instead he said, "No."

"Huh," she said, shrugging her thin shoulders. "Couldda fooled me."

"VIOLA!"

The girl's head snapped up, her eyes narrowed, her nose wrinkled up and her shoulder's slumped.

"Um...I have to go, so...see you later?" she said, turning back to him, not really waiting for an answer, before she quickly went up the stairs and out of his site.

Hathor's jaw dropped. Sekhmet blinked.

"Oh nu uh!" cried Hathor. "That was not who I think it is!"

"You mean the Half-Blood and that little scrawny girl that followed him and his brother around like a shadow?" asked Sekhmet dully.

"Actually, it was more of the other way around, considering the fact that those boys were complete idiots," muttered Hathor, making Sekhmet smirk, "but yes! I hated that little brat. I could never get a love spell to work on her! She was one of the handful of mortals who could resist my love spell. She practically rubbed it in my face!"

"I don't think she necessary did that-"

"Listen. If you want revenge on Half-Blood, I'll help you as long as I can get mine on her."

"But we don't even know if she's..."

"Sulipica," said Hathor, seeing that her sister was struggling for the girl's name.

"We don't know if she's Sulipica's reincarnation. Not yet. But in order to find out, then we need to get inside of that museum. So someone needs to go in and take the spell off."

Hathor's face lit up, then twisted into a sinister smirk. "I know who can. And he can help us too."

Sekhmet waved her hand over the water, and it turned back into it's normal clear blue state. She stood up straight, and asked, "Who do you have in mind?"

A/N: Ya, ya I know, like none of it makes any sense. I'm probably going too fast, but things will get explained in later chapters, I swear. Review?