Hello dear readers! Sorry for not updating as quickly as I use to, but I am still working on 3 fanfictions at the same time - Partners in Crime, Diversion at the Louvre, Heavy Crown. I will most likely be updating this every 2 weeks/1 week, but I can't promise that I will follow that rule...pattern...thing, due to schoolwork. So, sorry (again) for slowing everything down.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NATM, AND THE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS. BUT I DO OWN MEGERA/MENIVIA, BERNARD, ELAINE, THE MINOR CHARACTERS THAT ONLY SHOW UP IN ONE CHAPTER AND THE PLOT OF THIS STORY
~PatronusNightFlame
The french solider's chased the group, Meg was trying to hold the tablet with her magic, until she remembered...if the tablet was broken into pieces, the magic that brings everything to life would stop...
"Larry!" the witch cried.
"What?" he shouted.
"What if I separate the tablet?"
"Just try not to!"
A bullet shot past them. "Oh-my-cow they're loaded!" panicked Jed. The bullets were probably just as big as they were.
"No, I meant, if I purposely did it! If the tablet comes apart-"
Another bullet.
"Then the magic will stop!" she said. "Larry?"
Another bullet flew past the group. "Trying to duck bullets here!" cried the night guard. "We wouldn't need to if we took it apart!" said Meg. Ahk thought it was a good idea, so without any second thoughts, he nudged Meg's hand, causing her to lose balance and make the tablet topple over.
Everything stopped...
"Oh god" muttered Larry. "What?" asked Meg, who did not notice the almost-dust-and-bone-pharaoh. "Whatever you do, do not look at Ahkmenrah" said Larry. But Meg did the opposite and flinched.
"This is what I get for agreeing to a relationship with a 3000 year old dead pharaoh"
The two blocked the way, so that the French soldiers couldn't make their way through. As Meg was about to put the tablet back into place...she spotted a tiny missing piece to the artifact.
"Larry..." she started, "I think we've a problem..." she said pointing to the missing corner. Larry's eyes widened in shock. "I thought your magic held the whole thing together..." he started. "Believe it or not I thought that too." squeaked the witch with a slight panic noticeable in her voice.
"Do you know if there's a spell to somehow...summon the missing piece?" asked Larry.
"Uh..hah, my parents might have given the priest the spell to bring the dead to life, but it doesn't mean I know anything about it." she said. Larry only groaned in frustration, "alright, I don't even know how a vacation turned into 'saving the world' again. Let's just move them, and go"
MEGERA's POV
"Is it just me, or is it weird seeing Lance so happy?" I asked, Sacagawea, Ahk, Jed, Octavius, as well as Dexter looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "What?"
"You should be happy for him" said Sacagawea calmly, as always.
"I am...it's just...odd...seeing him smile so much, it seems like he's under some sort of love potion, don't you?" I said, "it's different to how Ahk looks at me" I added, "he looks at me sweetly while Lance looks like he's drunk...look how much he's blushing!"
"You shouldn't be focusing on how much he's blushing, look how red the queen's eyes are." said Octavius, pointing to Guinevere's eyes. They did look dangerously red...like they were eyes of a vampire or something...
"Probably too much magic" said Jeanne d' Arc joining us, "the Mademoiselle did live in the Arthurian times, didn't she?"
"I suppose you're right..." said Octavius, "but why are everyone's eyes at that time such...such a strong color? I mean, Lancelot's eyes are very blue, and Guinevere's eyes are very red!"
I shrugged. Suddenly the tablet had red sparks shooting out of it. "What's going on?" I screamed, only to see all the exhibit's with red eyes...red like Guinvere's.
"Guys..." I said softly. They're eyes were horrifying. They were a shade of blood, each one's expression like they were blood thirsty...Then, Lancelot attacked. He and Jeanne broke into a dangerous sword fight. Sacagawea and Amelia started fighting, Larry was trying to hold off Attila, as Ahkmenrah got himself a spear, and began attacking me.
The tablet was dropped on the floor, but was held together by the red mysterious force. I ducked every one of his attacks, since I didn't want to hurt him.
"Ahkmenrah!" I cried, hopefully he'll snap out of it.
Dexter, Jed and Octavius were fighting, the two miniatures against each other and the monkey.
The only person not affected seemed to be Guinevere, who stood still as she was petrified. Or simply...still asleep as if the tablet had not awaken her. Though she was still, her eyes were as red as blood, slightly shining even.
Larry was pushed against a wall, as Attila tried to choke him. "Meg!" he cried for help. I used my magic - though I didn't want to, and dragged Attila back, allowing him to hit a glass window. Ahkmenrah was back for more, he threw his spear at me, but I stopped it and turned it into leaves like how I did before.
Sacagawea was at the state where she was a complete monster, she was about to slit Amelia's throat, but the pilot stroke back and kicked the shoshone woman off her.
Dexter got onto Larry's head and slapped it brutally. The miniatures were now attacking Attila, though their swords couldn't do much harm, they attacked anyway.
The two skilled knights charged towards Ahkmenrah. I put a force-field around him, and soon did the same to everyone so nobody would get hurt.
Everyone...but myself...
Ahk with the blood thirsty red eyes came towards me, and attacked with some other spear he had found. I wasn't fast enough and let it create a cut on my cheek. I soon burnt that spear into dust - without triggering the fire alarm, but he didn't give up. He pressed his hand to my throat.
I summoned the red-glowing tablet.
"Bring them back!" I cried to it, "Change them back!"
The evil Ahkmenrah seemed to have understood, and pressed his hand to my throat harder...
There was no more oxygen...the world started to get dimmer...the last thing I saw was his red eyes...turning back to normal.
THIRD PERSON'S POV
"OH MY GOD!" cried Tilly as the two reached the mannequin room, that displayed weapons and the army uniform. "You did not just fire that bloody cannon" she said looking at the large hole, that was now a new addition to the museum.
"Duck!" cried Nick as he pushed the woman down. Bullets flew above their heads, fake ones of course, but it still hurt.
The two leopard crawled to a safer area. "Here's the plan" said Nick, "you have a plan?" questioned Tilly in disbelief. "No," said Nick truthfully, "but we tell them to stop fighting, break the truth, but compliment the loser's country" he said, remembering how his very professional night guard father did it.
"And how's that going to stop them? They were locked in the glass, how'd they even get out in the first place?" cried Tilly, over the sounds of guns and the thumps made by the mannequins dying. "More importantly, how will you deliver the speech?"
Nick rose and raced to the cannon. He loaded another fake bomb into the cannon, with the help of some mannequins, and fired the thing right across the area most people - or mannequins, were fighting in.
That made everyone turn to look. It also made them point their guns at Nick, who was fearless anyway.
"Look, would you please stop fighting?" he started, the mannequins looked at one another. "You're all exhibits, and you're only going to be alive tonight." he said. "Or...today" he added, "but the point is. Why spend the one day you can be alive once more, to fight? Why not spend it in harmony like you've never before? Like how they played football on christmas eve during WW1? Can't you be more like them? Those brave men?"
After a long pause, the mannequins were back to fighting, and completely ignored the boy.
"I think your main mistake was, that they don't have ears" said Tilly. "But it was a good speech. You know your history!" A bullet them flew into Tilly's hair, and was stuck there. It also destroyed the look on her hair...that infuriated the night guard...
"WHO DID THIS?" she boomed. The mannequins paused to look, but none were brave enough to admit it - or simply because they couldn't see anything in the first place. "If you're not brave enough to admit this little crime, why are you fighting? To prove your country wins? Or to be dauntless? Or none because you're really just designed to fight..." she said. "A true solider does not fight whats in front of them...but what's behind them. In your case, you have no reason to fight. You have no names, no families...Why throw your...your stuffing away when you can save it?"
O.o.O
"Why does it always have to be bloody mannequins?" cried Tilly after we've settled the two armies down. "Why?" she complained.
Nick took a deep breath as they were almost killed back there. That intense battle scene really did scare the crap out of them. How are they every going to explain that hole in the museum?