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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: Finally! I love this chapter, and it's got fluff, so HERE'S YOUR WARNING. HA HA YOU CAN'T SUE ME NOW. Um, all I have to say is that typing Ma'at's name is a pain for me. And another thing: I see Sully wearing like this red dress with a corset type thing. Via she can run out of breath easily.
HEY GUYS READ THIS: I now see Thoth looking like Yamino, and Apep looking like Heimdall, both of them from Mythical Detective Loki Ragnarok. I SWEAR TO GOD THAT THAT IS THE BEST ANIME EVER. I heard about it from one of my friends from DevART, and I got addicted. You guys seriously need to look it up. But what I find funny is that the anime is about the Norse gods, and Yamino is Loki's snake son and Heimdall is another one of the Norse gods. LOL I FIND THAT SO FUNNY DON'T YOU GUYS?
...I've watched too much of that. I honestly swear it is unnatural how much I love that. But they only had 26 episodes dubbed and I cried in the last one and it was so awesome!
The point is, go on Google and look them up if your too lazy to watch the anime. But you really should watch the anime you guys because it's freaking awesome.
When the moon is low
We can dance in slow motion
And all your tears will subside
All your tears will dry
And long after I've gone
You'll still be humming along
And I will keep you in my mind
The way you make love so fine
We may only have tonight
But till the morning sun you're mine
All mine
Play the music low and sway to the rhythm of love
-Plain White T's, Rhythm of Love
"Sully, I'm telling you, the Tablet is not here. Let's just ask one of the gods to take us back," Kahmunrah nagged.
Sully scowled. Ahkmenrah did his best not to smile. He didn't find her anger at his brother humorous, it was the way she expressed it. She would stand up a bit straighter and her nose would wrinkle up.
"I grabbed it," she huffed. "You just don't want to admit that I am right."
Kahmunrah scoffed. "The only reason why you know so much is because you spend so much time burying your nose in those scrolls rather then interacting with other people."
"Oh please," she rolled her eyes. "Iknow more about our government then you do!"
"You do not! Just because your father is the captain of the army does not automatically make you know everything!"
"And being a prince doesn't give you permission to be as arrogant and selfish as you are!"
"Why you little-" Kahmunrah growled, flustered. He raised his arm slightly, wanting nothing more then to strike her across the face.
"I don't know how your father puts up with it!" continued Sully, walking forward out of Kahmunrah's reach. "Governing a nation and keeping you in line? That is almost too much for-"Sully suddenly broke off.
"What's the matter, Sully?" Kahmunrah asked quickly, his voice sounding slightly deranged. "Run out of insults? Or maybe you are just so dumb that you never could think of anything in the first place? Who told you to say that? One of the servants? Most of them are so disloyal they don't even deserve to set foot in the palace, or even the city!"
Sully didn't retort. In fact, she was just standing there, completely still.
"Sully?" Ahkmenrah asked. "Are you al-"
He never got to finish. Sully suddenly began to cough so violently that it shook her entire frame. She fell to her knees, and blood spewed out of her mouth.
"Sully!" both boys cried in unison. Despite the fact that Kahmunrah was closer to her, Ahkmenrah got to her first. He keeled down next to her as she hacked and hacked, more and more blood spilling from her mouth, staining the front of her dress. After a few more hacks she groaned weakly and collapsed, unconscious. Ahkmenrah caught her, pulling her closer to him and cradling her at the very least.
The patches of Sully's blood on the ground suddenly swirled up off the ground, into the air, then finally into a golden cup. The god who was holding the cup Ahk hadn't noticed until now. He was shorter then Ahk, with spikey crimson colored hair and eyes. He also was dressed like Ahy, only he was leaner and more handsome then the boy. A smirk played on his thin lips, and Ahkmenrah immediately didn't like this god.
Much to Ahkmenrah's surprise and disgust, the god drank from the cup and grinned.
"It's been a while since I've had a virgin's blood."
Kahmunrah made a noise that sounded like a choked snort. In his arms, Sully groaned weakly. Ahkmenrah immediately tore his eyes off the god and looked down at Sully. Her face was drained of all color, making her look like a corpse.
The god cocked his head slightly, staring at Sully. She groaned again, louder this time, and twitched, her expression becoming one of agony. It didn't take long for Ahk to put the pieces together.
"Stop it!" he snapped angrily at the god. The god's grin fell from his handsome face and Sully's expression cleared. The god's red eyes examined Ahk, as if noticing him for the first time. The cup in his hand fell and clattered to the ground.
"Do I know you?" the god asked.
"..Don't you?" Sully asked weakly, coming back into consciousness. She sat up slowly, despite Ahk's attempts to push her back down. She untangled herself from his arms and tried to stand. "You're their-"
The god suddenly grabbed Sully's chin, pulling her slightly forward. She her voice died in her throat.
"What is your name, mortal?" he asked.
"S-Sulipica," said Sully.
"And I am Ahkmenrah, and this is my brother Kahmunrah," Ahkmenrah interjected bluntly. "Which god are you?"
He had always leaned that by being half god, he needed to be respectful to his heritage and be courteous to his godly relatives. But this god had nearly killed Sully. Manners were the least of his concerns.
The god let go of Sully's chin, and she stumbled backwards, but Kahmunrah caught her and steadied her.
"Set," the god replied icily, still eyeing Ahkmenrah dangerously. "Wait a second...I recognize you now. You're-"
Viola's eyes snapped open. Huh. She was back in her room. She wondered how...
Then all the events that had just happened came flooding back. Viola shut her eyes, wondering if she was dead. Could she be dead? She was in her room, so she doubted it.
Viola gingerly moved her arm and touched her shoulder, bracing herself for the pain that never came.
What?
Viola sat up and realized something. There was no pain in her shoulder. It merely felt slightly sore, as if she had pulled a muscle. Just to make sure that she wasn't dreaming, Viola tried pinching herself, but she felt that.
"You aren't dreaming," said a new voice that made Viola jump. She quickly located the voice. It came from a brunette woman who was standing at the edge of her bed. Viola wondered why she hadn't noticed her before. She was wearing a purple plaid shirt and light blue jeans. Her body was curvy and she had creamy, flawless skin. Her face was round and her hair was wavy, going from brown at the roots to golden at the tips. She was wearing a headband, with a white feather attached onto it on the side. She also had large, doe brown eyes. Overall, Viola thought that she resembled an angel.
Concern was written all over the woman's face. She sat down at the edge of Viola's bed. Something seemed so familiar about this woman, but Viola couldn't put her finger on it.
"Are you feeling alright?" she asked. "You aren't bleeding anymore, so that's an improvement."
"Yeah, actually I-wait." Viola shut her eyes and rested her head on her chest. "You're a god, aren't you?" she asked weakly.
The woman smiled warmly.
"I'm Ma'at."
Viola sighed and lifted her head. "I was afraid of that. Er-not you being Ma'at, but the gods period-not that there's anything wrong with them, it's just that there are a lot of you guys and...," Viola gave up. "What happened?"
"Apep attacked you again along with a dragon," Ma'at replied, the smile falling from her face. "Apep was expected, but dragons are rare, and they live in the Norse side of the Underworld. Not to mention that this dragon was Níðhöggr, and he's the worst of the all. Heavens, it would take a lot of power to even get him out of the Underworld."
Viola went pale. The Norse side of the Underworld? She wasn't sure before, but now she was certain; Loki was responsible.
"Didn't Apep bite me?" Viola asked hoarsely, remembering all the pain. "Shouldn't I be..."
"Dead?" Ma'at finished. Viola nodded, unable to find words. "Well you were very close to being so. Anubis and I were able to heal you before your body completely shut down, though." Then Viola remembered where she had seen Ma'at before. Her eyes had been the ones Viola was staring into before she lost consciousness. Yet she didn't remember Anubis being there, so it sounded odd for him to save her from death. Wasn't he a death god in the first place?
"Anubis? Oh yeah, wasn't he there? Is he alright? Didn't he get chased by...Nioh...Whatever you said that dragon was?" Viola asked.
"Níðhöggr managed to rip his arm off," replied Ma'at.
"What?"
"Oh he's fine now," Ma'at said, waving her hand in the air as if to brush off the thought of Anubis being hurt.
"So what happened to...," Viola still couldn't say the name of the dragon. "That dragon that attacked him? And what about Apep?"
"That's the funny thing about dragons. They're demons. Mortals never accounted them as such, but they still are. And demons, like Apep as well, can't be in the same area where there's pure purity. You see, I represent balance between chaos and order. With my presence, Apep and Níðhöggr upset the balance, so they were banished again."
Viola glanced around the room. The clock read 6:55. Viola's brow furrowed.
"What day is it?" asked Viola.
"It's still Friday," Ma'at said simply. "You were just out for a few hours, that's all."
"Wow, you must be a really good healer," Viola whispered. Ma'at smiled again and rose from the bed.
"If you're up to it, then I think that we should leave now."
"Wait, leave to go where?" Viola asked quickly, throwing back the covers and getting up as well.
"To the museum," Ma'at replied. "Anubis is getting Horus to put up another defense spell. His first had been taken down, which was why Apep was able to chase you into the museum in the first place. It's probably the safest place for you right now."
Viola sighed inwardly. She was going to have to face Ahkmenrah if she went to the museum, but if she didn't go there then she would probably fall into another one of Loki's traps. And he had already used a demon snake and a dragon. Who knows what else he had up his sleeves?
"Um, ya," Viola said, putting on a happy face. "Let's go."
Octavius jumped when he awoke to a pair of large blue eyes staring down at him.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" said Viola, immediately backing off the Roman miniature. She took a few steps back from the display, her hands over her mouth. "Did I scare you?"
Octavius ruffled, a small frown playing on his lips.
"M'lady, being a general, I have to be ready for anything," he said. "I was not scared."
It took everything Viola had not to let a grin spread out across her face.
"YEAH HE WAS!" shouted the voice of Jeddiah from the neighboring exhibit. Octavius snapped his head in Jed's direction and glared.
"Before I come over there and show you how a true general fights," shouted Octavius before turning to Viola and asking much more politely, "is there something you require? I remember you asking me during the day."
Viola blinked. "Oh, yeah, I actually...wow, I didn't know that you guys could actually hear...I mean I thought, but I wasn't..." Viola stopped and shook her head. "Ok. On to the point. Octavius, do you remember anything about...your gods?"
The question clearly surprised the general, because his eyebrows shot up.
"Um...I suppose," replied Octavius slowly. He did know his gods very well. He thanked Jupiter almost every night for allowing him to come back to life and govern his people.
"That's great!" Viola said, a smile weaving its way onto her face. "Um, this is going to probably sound weird to you...but could you tell me about them?"
This girl's eagerness caused Octavius to raise an eyebrow, but he didn't object.
"I honestly don't see why we have to do this," muttered Shesmu. He and Sobek were standing on the balcony overlooking the bustling museum. It would be an understatement to say that Shesmu looked annoyed.
"Because, Sekhmet said that it would be smart to split up and visit this place at different times," answered Sobek. "To, ya know," he waved his big hands around in the air, "screw up Ra and Isis's vision."
"Right," replied the brunette.
"Just shut the hell up and help me."
Sobek and Shesmu both leaned over the balcony.
"So what exactly are we supposed to be looking for?" asked Shesmu.
"That little girl. Or the Half-Blood. Either will work.
"...And...?"
"Apparently, they've been avoiding each other. Er-at least that little girl is avoiding him. So we need to make them crash into each other," replied Sobek.
"She's avoiding him? I thought she was in love."
"Hey," Sobek held up his hands. "Mortals are stupid."
"Well the girl's somewhere over there," Shesmu gestured to his left. "I can smell her all the way from over here. And-Oh look, there's Ahkmenrah."
True to Shesmu's word, Ahkmenrah had just entered the lobby, apparently talking to Larry. Unfortunately, he was oblivious to his relatives that were just above him.
"...You know," Shesmu began, "If I had like a bow and arrow or a rifle I could just kill him right now. I don't see the point of making him fall in love before you kill him."
"Yeah, well...," Sobek trailed off.
Shesmu raised an eyebrow.
"It's fun to watch his heart break!" Sobek concluded.
"You're barbaric."
"Says the guy who wants to blow the kid up with a rifle."
"Rifles can't blow people up! That's what grenades are for."
"Grenades then."
"Just lead him off into the right direction and let's get out of here," muttered Shesmu.
"Thanks Octavius!" Viola said as she walked out of the Hall of Miniatures. She lead herself into the Hall of American History before collapsing on a bench and groaning.
Octavius was great when it came to the knowledge of the gods, but why was she so...obsessed with the one who had killed her?
"Hey Viola."
Viola sat up at the sound of Larry's voice. He strolled into the Hall. He must have been doing his rounds of something.
"Hi Larry," said Viola.
"Haven't seen you around here for a while. Becca said she saw you today, though."
"Yeah, I had to come in and...check on something. 'S all good now," replied Viola.
"Ahk's been looking for you," said Larry.
Viola nearly winced. "He has?"
"Yeah. He just asked me a couple minutes ago, actually. I think he was heading in this direction-"
"What?" Viola asked abruptly.
"I said he's heading in this direction-"
"I know that," Viola cut him off again, biting her lip. "Ok, um, don't tell him you saw me, alright?"
Larry frowned slightly. "Why not?"
"Because it's...complicated," Viola said slowly. "I think I had to go meet my sister in the African Mammals exhibit," she said quickly, getting up. "Um, bye Larry!"
Larry raised an eyebrow and watched her as she hurried out, not wanting to point out that the African Mammals exhibit was in the other direction. Figuring that it was one of those teenager things, he shrugged and went on with his rounds.
It was official; he had checked the whole entire museum, and still he couldn't find Viola. Ahkmenrah's heart sunk. She hadn't been here the night before, and now she wasn't here again. He wouldn't say that he was getting lonely, because he wasn't, but he was defiantly missing her.
But then there was that annoying little voice in the back of his head that kept saying, go to the roof, go to the roof, go to the roof, go to the roof...So giving up, he headed towards the stairway that lead to the roof, not knowing what to expect.
Ahkmenrah felt a grin tug at his lips. Viola was sitting on one of the air conditioning units, her back to him.
So she had come tonight!
...But then why wasn't she downstairs with everyone else? He walked over to just behind her, getting curious.
"Viola?" asked Ahkmenrah. Viola yelped and turned around.
"Ahk, you gotta stop doing that!" said Viola.
"I'm sorry," he replied, coming around and sitting down next to her. "Why are you up here instead of downstairs with everyone else?"
"Um...I didn't feel like mingling I guess," she lied.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" Viola answered quickly. "I'm fine."
Ahkmenrah had been around Sully long enough to figure out when she was lying. She wouldn't look him in the eye and would start fidgeting. He moved closer to Viola, so their shoulders were just barely touching.
"Viola?"
"Look, I told you I'm fin-"
Viola broke off when Ahkmenrah kissed her. It was quick and simple, but it was still a kiss, and it still sent her heart beating rapidly.
Ahk broke away, smiling slightly. Even in the dark, her face still looked red.
"You're beautiful, you know," he told her lightly.
Viola scoffed, "No I'm not."
Ahkmenrah cocked his head slightly. "Yes, you are," he said.
"No, I'm not," Viola said firmly. Suddenly all the anger and confusion that she had felt over the past few days came flowing out of her mouth before she could stop it. "Bonnie's the beautiful one. Bonnie's the beautiful, blonde, rich girl who gets everything and anything that she wants. I'm her little sister who's gangly, pale, freckle faced, skinny, and not to mention a techno geek, but absolutely no guy wants to date a techno geek! I've got no curves, I've only got one friend, I can't talk, but my brain won't shut up!" Viola shouted, feeling tears run down her cheeks. She snapped her head over to look at the Egyptian. She started talking quieter, her voice quivering.
"Now, I find out that the ancient Egyptian gods are real, and you expect me to believe it just like that? And while we're at it, why not just throw in the hysteria of being chased around by demons in the mix? I mean, that's a lot of pressure to put on me! Now I've got to look over my shoulder ever five seconds to see if certain death is behind me!"
Viola groaned loudly in frustration and collapsed backwards on the air vent. Ahkmenrah, who had silently observed her rant, slowly layed down next to her.
"Viola?" he murmured quietly. Her eyes were shut, her expression was now one of exhaustion.
Viola hhhmmed, as if now spent.
"When I ruled over Egypt," Ahkmenrah said slowly, "and even before that, I was never treated like a person. People wouldn't look me in the eyes, and I was constantly followed by attendants. They said that everything I did was right, even when I knew it wasn't. Apparently, they were my friends, but I never considered them to be."
Viola opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him. Ahk was staring at the stars, his face blank.
"It nearly drove me insane," he went on. "No matter what I said or did, the reply was always 'yes sire', 'no sire', 'of course Your Grace', or 'right away, your Highness'. I always hated that. It was as if the people around me were physically unable to say my name. My brother absolutely loved it, though. Whenever my Father was too busy, Kahmunrah would often order servants around. (I guess on some level that it made him feel powerful-don't know.) I suppose that's the reason why I got so reckless and ended up dying."
For a while, they didn't say anything. Viola didn't know where Ahkmenrah was going with any of this, but she sensed a tender spot when he mentioned his death. This made Viola want to ask how he died in the first place. Was it an accident? Must have been, because he just said that he was reckless.
And his brother? Viola guessed that that would explain the bigger, more aggressive looking Egyptian in her memories.
"And I've seen a lot of...strange things too," Ahkmenrah said. "Being the son of a goddess you would expect me to be used to that, but I'm still not. He turned his head and looked at Viola. He brought his hand up and brushed it against Viola's freckled cheek.
"But I know when I have seen true beauty," Ahk finished.
Viola's mind went blank. No one had ever said that before. Hell, because of Bonnie, hardly anyone ever complimented her.
"Um...thanks, I think," Viola muttered. She felt like she was choking under his careful gaze, so she looked away and turned her attention up to the sky. "Oh hey, you can actually see the stars tonight," she thought happily out loud. "You normally can't because of the level of smog that normally hangs over the city," she added as an afterthought.
"She's my Great Grandmother."
Viola glanced at the Egyptian, raising an eyebrow.
"Nut, I mean. The goddess of the sky. She and her husband Geb had my mother along with my Uncles and Stepfather. Their act was against Ra's orders, so he banished them to different sides of the world, forbidden to ever see each other. That's why the stars aren't anywhere near the ground," explained Ahkmenrah.
Viola didn't know if she wanted to tell him that the reason why stars weren't near the ground was because they were millions of miles away in space. But at this point, she really didn't know due to the shocking fact that the gods really did exist. So who knows, maybe there really was this lady up in the sky who couldn't ever see her husband ever again.
"That's...kind of like Romeo and Juliet," said Viola.
Ahkmenrah's brow furrowed and he looked at her blankly. "What?"
"Don't you know Shakespeare? (Oh-three thousand year old mummy, I forgot.) "Well," Viola sighed, "Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy story. (Er-actually it's a play, but whatever.) It's about these two people named Romeo and Juliet who fall in love with each other at a party. Only problem is that their families hate each other and are in the middle of a feud with each other. But Romeo loves Juliet so much that he doesn't care about his family. She's the same. They want to get married, but Romeo gets thrown out of the city because he avenged his friend's death.
"Juliet still loves Romeo, and wants to run away to marry him. So she fakes her own death by taking a sleeping potion. Romeo hears about it and actually thinks that she died. He ends up killing himself just as she wakes up. She cries and ends up killing herself. When the two families find their bodies, they decide to stop the feud for the sake of their dead kids."
"That's not a happy story," Ahkmenrah said.
"I never said that it was," Viola replied. "But maybe if Romeo hadn't been such an idiot and hadn't gotten himself banished then Juliet wouldn't have killed herself. And how did they even know that they loved each other? I mean, they just met and it's like they instantly fell in love. Normal people shouldn't—don't-do that.
Ahkmenrah got the feeling that she wasn't talking about Romeo and Juliet anymore.
"But it sounds to me like Romeo knew that Juliet was his love from the second he saw her," Ahk commented.
'Yeah," mused Viola, "but that never happens in anywhere but books."
"Didn't you say that it was a play?"
"Plays are basically books."
"What is the difference?"
"There isn't one."
"Then why did you say 'basically'?"
"I...I dunno, I say stupid things sometimes I guess!" said Viola loudly. She sat up.
"No you don't," Ahkmenrah said airily.
Viola turned around. "Why do you say stuff like that?" she demanded.
"What do you mean?" asked the Egyptian, putting his arms behind his head.
"I mean, why are you so nice?" said Viola, falling backwards again. Ahkmenrah put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. She didn't protest, and rested her head on his chest.
"I care about you," Ahk said simply.
"You're sweet," Viola muttered, "but you've got a weird family.
Viola could hear the odd rumbling in his chest when he chuckled.
"I'm serious," Viola said, smiling now.
"They are not that bad," Ahk replied. "If you knew them for as long as I have then you would be used to them."
"Yeah, well...there's no way that I'm gonna know them for three thousand years and then some."
"Good point," Ahk mused.
After that, they fell into silence, and it was only until later did Ahkmenrah notice that Viola had fallen asleep.
What Ahk hadn't told Viola was that it the only thing that probably kept him sane when he was alive was Sully. Sully would look him in the eyes, she would call him by his name, and she would scold him if he did something wrong. Maybe that was one of the reasons why Kahmunrah hated her; she treated them both like normal people rather then princes. And back then, that was a very risky thing to do.
At one point, Larry came onto the roof.
"Oh, hey there you are Ahk. I guess you found Viola after all," he added with dry humor in his voice. "Um, it's almost sunrise, so you better be heading inside pretty soon."
"Right," Ahkmenrah answered, slowly sitting up and shifting Viola gently so that her head was in his lap.
"Here, I can get Becca to take her home," said Larry, walking around the Pharaoh and gently shaking the sleeping girl. "Hey, Viola, you gotta wake up."
Reluctantly, Viola's eyes opened slowly. She blinked multiple times before she finally could register what was going on.
"Larry? What's...where...?" Viola said, her words slightly slurred. Seeing that she was barely awake, Larry half helped, half carried Viola over to the stairs, followed closely by Ahkmenrah. When Viola lost her footing and slid down a few steps, she nearly took the night guard down with her. Larry still had to get the other exhibits back in their places for the sunrise, so he gave up trying to help Viola and just carried her down the remaining stairs. Ahk felt jealousy at first, but he pushed it back down.
When Larry gave Viola to Rebecca, he had to convince Ahkmenrah that she was going to be fine. For some reason, the Pharaoh seemed reluctant to leave her. Larry had to go and get everyone ready for sunrise, so after he shooed away Ahk he left the girls as well.
"Viola? Honey?" asked Rebecca, trying to get the girl's attention. She was sitting on one of the benches near the entrance to the museum, and Rebecca wasn't sure if Viola was asleep or not. "If your awake, I've got to go get my car keys from my office, so just stay here, alright?"
Viola, who was in fact awake (but just barely), did her best to nod. Rebecca must have got the message because she hurried off to get her keys.
Viola made a valiant effort to stay awake, but it was futile. When Rebecca returned, she slug one of Viola's arms around her shoulder to help the girl out to her car.
Had Viola been fully awake, she would have noticed the two gods they passed at the entrance to the museum.
When the museum had frozen for the day, Larry clocked out and was going to leave when he saw Kahmunrah out of the corner of his eye.
Wait, Kahmunrah?
Larry froze and did a double take. He breathed a sigh of relief-it wasn't Ahk's crazy brother (thank God), but it was a teenager who looked almost exactly like him, along with another teenager.
Now that Larry looked again, he recognized the other teenager as the one who had been yelling at Ahkmenrah the other day. Great, now what was the kid up to? Was he gonna go yell at Rexy now?
The Kahmunrah-look-alike kid was tan with shaggy sandy hair. He was big like Kahmunrah had been, and seemed to be the contrast of the pale kid next to him.
"I don't see why you're making me do this," the Kah-look-alike said. "I mean, why not go to Thoth?"
"Thoth can't do defense spells, you idiot," the other kid snapped.
"I think you just came to me because you love me."
"What?"
"You heard me. And besides, you're my bitch forever."
"Before I rip your throat out," the kid threatened, "can you just do the damn spell?"
"Rush rush rush."
Kah's look-alike raised his hands in a welcoming gesture, shut his eyes, and muttered something that Larry didn't catch. He stayed that way for a few seconds. In that few seconds, Larry decided that these two teenagers were mentally insane, and apparently Ahkmenrah was in cahoots with them. Better kick them out before they caused a scene.
"Hey," said Larry, walking over, "what are you two doing?
The Kahmunrah-look-alike kid's face lit up with recognition and he grinned. "Oh my God. You're that Cube O-" The pale kid slapped him upside the head, making Larry raise an eyebrow. "Cuban pizza guy!"
Larry stared blankly at him. "What?" He hadn't ever been a pizza guy when he had still floated from job to job, and he definitely wasn't Cuban.
"Excuse him," the pale kid jumped in. "He's a little...ill, if you know what I mean." He then started pushing the Kah-look-alike out of the museum. "Come on, I'll take you back to the nice people with the warm white jackets."
Larry stared after them for a moment before walking out the door after them. But when he looked around for those two kids, he couldn't find them. They were gone.
A/n: OMG I finally got to Horus. I love Horus so much.
In other news, I now officially own Night At The Museum on DVD! I never had the first one, I just kept ordering it from Netflix. (I only have the second one, but now I've lost that one how ironic) But when I bought Scott Pilgrim VS The World yesterday at Walmart, they had NATM on sale so I was like, SCORE! and I bought it. ^^ I'm happy, but now I've got to go DVD hunting so I can find the second one. Wish me luck!