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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: In this chapter, it's mainly focusing on Jessie and Viola. But, of course, you have to add the gods in it somehow. XD And I added TTRose14 as a character in this because, well, she asked me too. Lol I think I matched your personality pretty good, Rosie.
And we are young, but we are anxious
Girl this love is so contagious
We can do this all together
And baby we can last forever
Cause your small town and I'm big city, I'm real cool and girl you're pretty
I don't know how this goes but I found you and you found me and baby we'll make history
Baby we can last forever
And baby we can last forever
-Josh Golden, Small Town Big City
Viola woke to the annoying sound of her phone ringing. She opened her eyes and found herself upside-down, half on her bed and half off, with the covers askew. She must have crashed pretty hard, and she didn't even want to know how her hair looked.
Groaning and untangling herself from her covers, she was finally able to grab her phone off of her bedside table.
"Hello?"
"Hey Vi," said the eager voice of her best friend, Rose. "I'm kidnapping you today."
"Oh you are, are you?" asked Viola dully. Rose and Viola would occasionally 'kidnap' each other, and then they would go do something together. It was basically their own way of saying that they were going to hang out. But today, Viola wasn't really in the 'kidnapping' mood. The memory from last night in the park was burning a hole in her skull, and she didn't know why.
"Yeah, totally. We're going on a shopping spree today. And you are coming."
Viola smiled despite herself. She was always envious of Rose's determination; it was her way, or the highway.
"Well...I guess it wouldn't hurt...God knows I need something to get last night off my mind," Viola muttered the last part, but Rose heard it. Sometimes Viola thought that she was part bat or something, because Rose heard everything, whether she was supposed to or not.
"What happened last night?" she asked quickly. Viola cringed, then answered,
"Nothing." She wasn't about to tell Rose about her hallucination; she would just think that she was crazy.
"Mmhhmm."
"Yeah...so..."
"Whatever," said Rose, quickly snapping out of it. That was one of the many advantages of being Rose; it was like she had ADHD. She was always quick to bounce back, but if she ever caught wind of some sort of secret, she had to know. "My mom has to go to the mall anyways, so we can just pick you up at your house. In...thirty minutes?"
Viola glanced at the clock 9:45. "Uh, sur-"
"K! See you!" And with that, Rose hung up the phone. Viola rolled her eyes, but was secretly thankful that she had something to do in order to occupy her time. So she fumbled out of her room and took a quick shower, and got dressed. Viola had her hair wrapped in her towel when her phone rang again. Why would Rose be calling again? Would it be to cancel?
"Hello?" asked Viola, hoping for the best.
"Is this the pretty techno geek who owes me a date?" asked a familiar voice on the other line. Viola blinked.
"Jessie?" she asked, her eyebrows knitting together. "Is that you?"
"The one and only," he answered, and she could hear the smile in his voice.
"Wow...um, hi, I guess. And I don't recall saying that I owned you a date. Just a call."
"Well then I guess I'm asking."
Viola cringed again and bit her lip. Jessie had been really nice, and she really wanted to return the favor, considering the fact that no one had ever asked her out before, but...to cancel on Rose? Rose would need a good explanation, and if Viola said 'a date', within three seconds Rose would be pushing her with questions about who he was, what he looked like, and such nonsense that Viola herself wouldn't know. Oh, why was making decisions so damn hard?
"Um...wow Jessie, I would love to, but you kind of caught me at a bad time. I've got plans today with my friend to go shopping at the mall, so maybe tomorrow or something?" she asked, and she hoped that he wouldn't take that the wrong way.
Silence on the other side of the phone let her know that he probably did, and Viola felt even worse.
"The mall...right, ok, gotcha. Later, then," he said, and hung up. Viola blinked again.
"What-?" she shook her head, the towel falling out of her hair in the process. She set down her phone, picked up the towel, and walked back into the bathroom, bare feet padding against the tile floor.
"So,"said Rose casually, leaning towards Viola nonchalantly. "You wanna tell me what happened last night?"
Viola eyed Rose warily. Rose was the same age as Viola, but was shorter, and had bright red curly hair, green eyes, and wore too much makeup in Viola's opinion.
"Um...well...," Viola started. ..and you shouldn't tell anyone either, it's kind of a secret." That's what Rebecca had said. So instead of telling her about the museum... "I met a guy," she blurted out. "And he kind of asked me out today."
"What?" said Rose, instantly perking up. "Well why didn't you go? Was it because of me? You should have gone! Anyway, what's his name? What's he look like? Is he cute? Was he like one of Bonnie's ex's or something?" asked Rose quickly. Viola could only imagine what she would be like if she ever actually drank coffee...
"No, he's not one of Bonnie's ex's. I know, I was surprised too, he didn't even go for her. I didn't want to cancel on you, because I guess I just really wanted to go shopping or something," Viola laughed nervously, knowing that that really wasn't the reason. "Anyway, yeah, he's actually really cute, he's got black hair, blue eyes and a really cool smile. Oh, and his name is Jessie."
"Hmm, sounds sexy to me." Viola looked at Rose, who laughed. 的'm just kidding, silly! But seriously, do you think he's got a brother?" Viola rolled her eyes and slapped Rose on the arm before walking into a JC Penny's store. "What?" demanded Rose, before hurrying to catch up with Viola.
"You are so immature," muttered Viola.
"Ok, well here's the thing sweetie," said Rose, taking Viola's hand and leading her off into the dressing rooms. "Do you like Jessie?"
"I dunno, I mean, I guess-"
"Yes or no!"
"Yes...no...kind of..."
Now it was Rose's turn to roll her eyes. "You're not confident enough. If you really like him, then you need to know it, and so does he. And how do you tell him?"
"..Um...by talking?" asked Viola.
"No!" said Rose, leading her in front of a full-length mirror. "By showing it on the outside as well as the inside. But mainly on the outside. And right now, you're outfit...well..."
"What?" asked Viola, looking in the mirror. The reflection of a girl with old sneakers, faded jeans, a green T-shirt mostly hidden by a dark blue hoodie greeted her back. The light blue tank top and jean shorts wearing reflection of Rose shook her head, making a tsk sound.
"Ok, stay here. Give me...five minutes. I know this store like the back of my hand," said Rose, winking at Viola, and hurried out of the dressing room area. Viola frowned, her reflection doing the same.
True to her word, Rose was back within five minutes, holding a rather large pile of clothes. She shoved them in Viola's hands, and she raised an eyebrow.
"We're going to experiment," explained Rose, pushing Viola into a dressing room.
"Ok, I really like that one."
It had been at least an hour, and every one of the outfits that Rose had picked out hadn't appealed to Viola, but according to Rose, they all looked good on her. But as Viola looked at herself in the mirror, she had to agree with Rose for this one. Her reflection was sporting a pair of light blue skinny jeans, a black ruffled knee-high skirt over them, with a striped orange and white shirt.
"Yeah...," said Viola, still looking at the mirror. Rose looked down and pointed at her feet.
"But I'm doing something with your shoes."
"What?" said Viola, instantly snapping out of it. "No. I love these!"
"Well they don't match, and you can still keep them...unfortunately...but we need something to match the outfit."
"I could always go break into Bonnie's closet," joked Viola, cracking a grin. Rose, however, didn't seem amused.
"I'm thinking orange converse," said Rose.
"Do they even sell those here?"
"I dunno; I'll go look," said Rose, and she was gone again. Viola hoped for the store's sake that they sold converse, because if they didn't, then the store owner would never hear the end of it until they added it onto their stock. Typical Rose.
While waiting for her to return, Viola looked at herself again and again, turning one way then the other, right to make sure that the girl in the mirror was really her. When she blinked, for a second, she saw a blonde woman standing behind her. She blinked again, and the woman was gone.
"Huh?" She could have sworn she had seen...Viola walked out of the dressing room, and looked around for the blonde, but again saw no one there. "Weird."
Then Rose came over, pouting. Viola grinned. "I take it they didn't have converse?"
"No!" whined Rose. "But hurry up and get that off. I'm going to find you a pair even if it takes all damn day!"
Fate was on Viola's side, because it didn't take Rose all day to find her shoes that "she absolutely needed". They found them at the next store, but then Rose made Viola try on a outfit, and one became two, and before they knew it, it was at least 2:30.
Viola, for one, was starving. Rose was too, and when Viola made the suggestion (more like demand) that they go to the food court, she agreed. Viola was now carrying around more shopping bags then Bonnie probably could have, all courtesy of Rose. She had tried to pay for some of them, but Rose said that it would be like a early birthday present to her.
"Hey Vi...what did you say this James guy looked like?" asked Rose.
Well that was random, thought Viola. "His name's Jessie, and he's got black hair-"
"That's shaggy and it looks super hot when it falls in front of his eyes, and he's tall?"
Viola stopped walking. "Um...yeah, how'd you-?"
"Wow, he must be really devoted to you or something, because he drove all the way to the mall and followed us right to this spot," said Rose, grinning.
"What are you-?" Viola asked, turning around. She looked where Rose was looking, and sure enough, there was Jessie, his back to them, pretending to admire something in a store window. She could tell he was pretending because it was a kid's clothes store, and unless he was a creeper, he wouldn't be looking at that. As if he heard Rose, he turned his head slightly, then "noticed" Viola and Rose.
"Viola?" he asked, a grin pulling on his mouth as he walked over. "What are you doing here?"
"Um, I said I was-" Viola stopped, realizing why he had sounded so...eager on the phone. "Oh my God."
"Well," said Rose, grinning ear to ear, "I have to go now so," she didn't finish her sentence, but she patted Viola on she shoulder before walking off.
"Your friend seems nice," said Jessie, looking at Viola as she glared off in Rose's direction.
"Yeah...she is normally," she muttered. "Anyway, are you stalking me?"
"No," said Jessie calmly, taking another step towards her. "But your living room furniture looks great from outside."
Viola grinned and chuckled slightly. "So why are you here anyway?"
"I came for my date."
Viola opened her mouth to protest, but Jessie took the bags out from her right hand and started to walk off.
"Hey!" said Viola, hurried after him. She fell right into step with him and he shot a grin at her. "Well I had to get you to come with me somehow," he said. She rolled her eyes but grinned as well.
"So, where are we going?" she asked.
"You guys were heading to the food court right?" Viola looked at him oddly but nodded. His grin widened and she felt her heart skip a beat. "I was following you guys, remember? Anyway, how do smoothies sound?"
"Awesome!"
"Cool," he said, walking over to a smoothie stand in the middle of the room. "Can I get a large strawberry please?" he asked the employee.
"Oh yeah, same for me," Viola added. Jessie reached in his back jean pocket, and pulled out a slightly worn out wallet, but Viola shook her head. "I'll get this."
"What? You've got all this," -he guested to the bags in his hand and in hers- "today."
"No, I didn't, that was Rose. She said it my 'early birthday present' or something," muttered Viola.
"Early birthday present? Well when's your birthday?"
"Next Saturday. She's making a big deal about it," she said, paying the employee as Jessie raised one of his eyebrows.
"Why?"
Viola shrugged. "Dunno. She's just that kind of person." Jessie handed Viola back her bags and he took both the drinks from the employee. He thanked the man and fell into step with viola as they walked off into the food court to find a table to sit at.
"Ok, so you know about my friend, and you know my birthday, so what about you? So far all I know is that you work at Cold Stones at night."
Jessie sat down at a table and Viola sat in the seat across him. "Alright, here. How about I ask something about you, then you ask something about me, then me, you, like that."
"Alright," said Viola, taking her smoothie from him. "But I'm going first because you've already asked me two." Jessie chuckled but nodded. "So when's your birthday?"
"February 3rd," he said. "Actually it kind of sucks because I can never have a pool party. But I guess snow ball fights work just as well. My turn. Ok...if you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be?"
"Oh that's easy," said Viola. "Definitely Rome. There's so much old artwork there and great tourist stuff. What about you? Ever want to go somewhere exotic?"
Jessie shrugged. "My dad travels a lot; he works for a film making company, and scouts out places for them to shoot at. So traveling is pretty much his job. Sometimes, he takes me along. So I've been lots of places."
"That's amazing!"
"It gets a little dull after a while, which is why I don't do it so much anymore. Traveling takes a lot out of you, and if all you do is walk around town by yourself, it kind of takes away the magic."
"Well why don't you get one of you're friends to go?"
"Ah ah ah!" said Jessie, grinning. "You already asked a question. It's my turn again." Viola rolled her eyes and turned her attention to her smoothie. He cocked his head slightly, observing the girl in front of him as she drank. "Have you ever had your heart broken?"
The question caught Viola by surprise, and she started to cough on her drink. "Where did...that come from?" she asked, eventually getting enough air back into her lungs to talk.
He shrugged. "Dunno."
"I'll pass."
"Hey now; there's no passing."
"Darn." Viola shut her eyes and took a deep breath. "Yeah, I guess I have."
"Care to elaborate?"
"He was everything that I ever wanted. He was a jerk, but a nice one. Like he was only playing around. He was such a clown, but he got serious when he needed to be. He had good grades, he was sporty, he was nerdy, and he basically had a fanclub, because not everyday there's a guy like that. We were together for a while, and I thought he was the one or whatever the hell it's called. But then, out of the blue he ended it for no reason, and he moved. And that's the last I've ever heard or wanted to hear from him." She opened her eyes but avoided his, and Jessie bit his lip.
He had always been the one to break girl's hearts; it was just in his nature. It seemed like he dated a new girl every month. But Viola she somehow was different. He could clearly tell that she was hurting, and he desperately wanted to make her feel better. But why? He had only known this girl for, what, two days? A day and a half?
Viola stood up quickly and grabbed her bags. "Anyway, I should go-"
Jessie stood up just as fast but hit his knee on the table leg in the process. He cried out and started hopping on one foot, to which Viola must have found funny, because she cracked a smile and giggled. "You don't have to go because of that," said Jessie, who stopped hopping and just leaned on the table instead.
"It's not just that it's like, what, three? And I think the last bus runs around four, and if I miss that I'm pretty much screwed," she said, smiling warily. Jessie stood up straight and shook his head.
"I'll take you home," he said firmly.
"No, you don't have to-"
"Viola," he said, taking her shoulders. Her breath caught in her throat. Why did he have to look so damn good? He must have noticed it because his lips quirked. "I'm not asking you."
"Really?" asked Viola, grinning. "A Volvo?"
"Hey!" said Jessie, grinning as well but tried his best to look offended. "What's wrong with Volvos?"
Viola shrugged. "Nothing, but you struck me more as a Ford kind of guy."
"Just get in."
She laughed but obeyed, getting in the passenger seat of the light blue colored car. Jessie rolled his eyes and did the same, and started the car. They both sat in silence for a while, but both seemed comfortable. Jessie kept glancing at Viola whenever he thought that she wasn't looking. However, growing up with Bonnie as a sister made her extra vigilant.
"What?" she asked after a while.
"What?" said Jessie, quickly turning his attention back to the road.
"You know what. Why do you keep looking at me like that? You act like I've got a giant wart on my face or something."
He laughed. "No, you don't have one of those. It's-"
Viola broke his gaze and looked out the window for a brief moment. Suddenly she gasped and cried, "Stop the car!"
Jessie, surprised by her sudden outburst, violently hit the break pedal, causing the car to lurch forward. Viola quickly unbuckled her seat belt and clamored out of the car. Jessie would have followed suit, but a few people in cars behind him honked, so instead he pulled over on the side of the road. He got out and his eyebrow furrowed. Viola was standing in the middle of the grassy yard that probably belonged to someone, but he didn't take any time to care about trespassing.
"What?" he asked, walking over to her. "What is it?"
Her eyes were sweeping over the land, a confused expression on her face. "I thought I saw..." she said so quietly that Jessie barely caught it. She shook her head and turned back to him. "What was that you were saying?" There was a playful glint in her eyes and she acted like they hadn't just almost crashed his car.
"What I was going to say was that you're not like other girl's I've dated."
"Oh that makes me feel good," she muttered, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms.
"No, no, not like that,he said quickly, taking a hold of her shoulders. "What I mean is; you're not self absorbed or bitchy or anything like that. You're different. His arms slid down her arms until he uncrossed them and took a hold of her hands. "I like different."
"How do you know I'm that different?" she asked quietly. "You've only known me for, what, two days? One day and a half? How do you know that I won't suddenly turn into one of the other girl's you've dated?"
He smirked lightly. "I honestly don't. But I think I'll take my chances." Viola smiled slightly and it seemed that Jessie was getting closer and closer-
-until a sudden drop of water hit Viola's nose. Surprised, she took a step back and looked up. As if someone had dumped a bucket of water from the clouds, it suddenly started to heavily pour down rain. Jessie cursed and Viola shrieked as the two ran back to the car. Once they both were inside and had their doors shut, both were breathing heavy and soaked to the bone.
"Where the hell did that come from?" asked Jessie, humor in his voice despite himself. Viola grinned and shook her head, slightly spraying him with droplets of water from her hair.
"I have no idea."
Viola sighed to herself as she sank down into her computer chair. It was still poring rain outside. It had been doing that for the rest of the day and all night. Currently, it was almost 3:30 in the morning, and she was still awake with a restless mind. Not to mention, the rain didn't help either.
She had thought she had seen Loki outside of the car's window today. He was just a flash, but still...
So Viola turned on her computer, waiting impatiently for it to load. It didn't take long, and as soon as it was ready she quickly clicked a browser and started her search. If there was a fictional god stalking her, she needed to know everything about him. Maybe if he had a weakness, Viola could mentally weaken him so that her imagination would just shut off and he would go away.
It made perfect sense.
...Sort of.
Once on Google, she typed in his name and clicked the first link that came up.
In his early days, Loki was a rascal; crafty, sneaky, silly and malicious a Loki The Lad. The son of two Giants, he was so outrageously mischievous that he even sneaked his way into becoming a God. He was the first Anti-Hero, quick-witting his way out of the tight corners and confrontations caused by his misdeeds. But as time wore on he became increasingly nasty,* Viola read from the first site.
Ok, so this guy was a twerp who basically pulled pranks on people 24/7, Viola mused while reading further on about some of the myth's. So it would make sense that Loki was tricking me with the whole Underworld doomsday thing. Yeah, that makes sense.
On other sites, she learned that he was more powerful at night because he was a night god; he wasn't always evil, but the more tricks he played on people became more and more dark. Eventually the rest of the gods couldn't take it, so they turned two of his sons against him and chained him down far under the earth's surface.
However, Loki wasn't always the source of the fighting, said another site that seemed less popular. The gods constantly fought against one another, eventually enraging the other races of gods as well.
"Other races?" said Viola, squinting at the screen. Suddenly a thunder crack made Viola jump as well as cut the power to the house. The computer screen instantly went black, and Viola tried to calm her racing heart.
Well. That put an end to her research for the night. She stumbled in the darkness until she found her bed, and once she did a sudden wave of sleep overcame her.
He sighed and shook his head, looking down from the girl's window. Dispute the fact that was pouring rain outside, he wasn't getting wet. He couldn't even if he wanted to.
This was always how this kind of thing happened. First, they would get curious. Then they would start sticking their noses in the wrong kind of places, and the next thing he knew Sekhmet was murdering yet another mortal who knew too much.
However, this one was different. He had felt it; not through her emotions, oh no. (He wanted to stay away from those, considering the fact that all he felt now was the pain that she left behind.) He had felt it through his little brother. This girl had caught his eye. Just like that other girl had...
He shook his head once more. He wasn't about to let Ahkmenrah share the same fate that he had to suffer through every single day because of her.
He shut his eyes and took a deep, calming breath. When he opened his eyes, there was a circle shaped vortex of swirling green and gray energy.
With one last fleeing glance to the window, Anubis sighed again and stepped into the portal and out of the dark, rainy night.
A/n: I am SO SORRY about the slow update. I totally lost inspiration for this for a while. My bad, I'm sorry. ^^ YES! Anubis! Love him so much. (NOTE: I'm making Anubis Isis' kid for this story. Most websites argue with that, but I was like, NO. lol.) You get to see more of him later. And I feel so bad for him...
*This lovely little paragraph comes from godchecker (.) com. The rest I picked out from other sites that don't need to be mentioned(and of course I made the last bit up ^^).