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~ThatGirlWithMutation
"PEICE IT BACK TOGETHER!" cried the witch. "I can't let you do that. Guinevere tried to attack us, Amelia's passed out!"
"THEY'RE ALL PASSED OUT" shouted Meg.
"STOP IT! IT'S THE DIVERSION ACTING UPON YOU!" cried the night guard. "Give me the tablet and we'll head to the tower."
Meg snapped out of it. It's just the backfire of the tablet toying with your mind, Megera. Ignore it, and listen to Larry. He knows what he's doing. Said Menivia from the back of her head.
As Larry picked up the pieces and walked across the path, Sacagawea, Ahkmenrah, Jed and Attila began to wake.
"What's going on?" asked Sacagawea, "I thought…the tablet was apart."
Meg looked at her, stunned of the sight she was seeing. "Yeah. It is. Why are you alive?"
"I believe that's a question I have to ask you, missy." said Jed from on top of wax-made Dexter. Meg knelt down to let Jed onto her palm.
"Meg, are you alright?" asked a warm voice from behind. She spun around to see Ahkmenrah blinking and shaking his head. "I think the real question is are you alright? I know turning from a corpse to human form isn't easy." she joked.
The sound of glass met their ears, they spun to see Guinevere with blood thirsty eyes like before. "Run!" cried Attila - who improved on his english. The group caught up with Larry within a few minutes.
"What the? Why are yo alive?" asked Larry, with obvious shock. "Why sho-ould we know gigan-ntor?" said Jed, bouncing up and down on Megera's palm. "Hey Me-eg! You mind making the ride le-ess bum-mpy?
"Sorry, Jed!"
"If we run we will never be able to get there fast!" cried Sacagawea. Larry looked around, surprisingly, Earth was on their side, but time and Guinevere wasn't. "Get onto those bikes!" he cried.
"How do you function bikes?" questioned Ahkmenrah.
"I thought Nick showed you?" Cried the witch.
"Not fan of bikes…" mumbled Attila.
"Just get on it!" cried Meg, as she handed the miniature to Attila.
Once they got on their bikes, she used her magic to conjure wind, and allow the bikes to start moving. A straining pain found itself on Meg's leg. She spun around to see the Queen to have magical abilities herself.
"Go!" Screamed Meg
Larry went first, as he knew how to ride a bike. Meg then transfigured the chains that chained the bikes to the railing to chain onto each other, that way Larry can steer and the rest follow.
"I thought only Morgan Le Fay had powers…not to mention Merlin too, but not you." said the queen slyly.
"And I honestly never thought that you could be evil." said Meg, panting.
A faint cry of Meg's name came from Larry's direction. Ahkmenrah was looking back with worry. He couldn't risk losing her once more. He had lost her one too many times. From her leaving him for a school for the gifted, to running around the world to avoid death penalties for saving the magical, to not being able to be with her daily like they have before due to her studies and him trapped in a box, to him dying 3000+ years ago.
"Ahkmenrah! I know what you're thinking, but stay on the bloody bike!"
Menivia was in his head - not Meg, for she did not have telepathic powers, but Menivia did.
"I'll be fine." she continued in Egyptian, "we both will"
Flares, water, wind, light, Guinevere and Meg both shooting the best they've got at each other. Though it was in the middle of the night, many still saw what was happening on the street.
That was when Meg made a choice. After all of this diversion is over, the memories of the tablet shall be gone with it too.
Who would've known that the Smithsonian had so many guards?
They seem to have forgotten their duty of protecting the museum and it's exhibits, but instead of stopping the wax figures from beheading each other, they chased down the only two people that made effort into saving the place.
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"Tilly! Don't pick it up!" cried Nick.
"It's not me you numpty, it's coming from you!" shouted the night guard back.
Nick groaned, and took out his phone.
Incoming call from Mom.
"Crap" muttered Nick. He looked back at all the guards chasing them down, and hesitantly picked up the buzzing device. Tilly rolled her eyes, and ducked at an incoming object, that originated from who-knows-where?
"Hello? Mom?"
The faint voice of Erica could be heard, "Nick? Where are you? It's been hours! Are you alright?"
"Yeah mom…I'm uhhh-"
"DUCK, NICK!" exclaimed Tilly.
"-I'm perfectly fine!" he said panting.
"Are you positive? You sound tired." said the caring voice of his mother.
"Yeah, sorta am. I'm just running." For my life. he added in his head.
"Oh…okay-Be sure to drink loads of water, Nick!" said Erica, but then was cut off by Don.
"Yeah sure" If I make it out alive for water "Okay, umm…mom, I'm a little busy at the moment, so I gotta go"
"I-"
"Bye!" He hung up the phone and caught up with his fellow friend, who was a few steps ahead of him.
The exhibits were either arguing or violently solving their problems. Which is a clear clue for the two, that the diversion is getting worse by the minute.
But then…everything stopped. The only things moving were the two of the and the human guards. Not to mention a couple of exhibits around the Smithsonian.
O.o.O
"Take that, you disgusting extinct creature!" cried Teddy, using his rifle to dislocate Rexy's legs. "That's for all the times you whacked me with your tail!"
The Museum of Natural History wasn't left off the hook either. The place was covered in red mist, which caused them to fight over the simplest of things, just like those who were in Paris once did.
With everyone bickering about non-important things, the family was falling apart, and the museum itself too.
Madame Badeaux thought directing this particular museum would be easy, but it's is anything but easy. The whole day the doors of the museum were closed, and the costumers fled before the raging dinosaur and animals. While chaos was created outside, Madame Badeaux was doing nothing to stop them - not that she could since she passed out.
Dr. McPhee was standing with his back leaned against the doors of the museum, calmly stared at the museum. He was somewhat affected by the mist too, just not that much though. As much as he wanted to help, he couldn't. He didn't know how to help.
He watched as his beloved exhibits turned on each other, not knowing what to do. "If only the skilled night guards were here…" he said to himself.
Then, all became silent. The remaining that were standing was only Rexy, Teddy and a couple of others dispersed around the museum. Lights flickered. McPhee looked up. Slowly, the lightbulbs began to lose power.
"Bloody hell…" he muttered.
O.o.O
"We're almost there!" announced Larry, as the tower came closer to them, or rather, the other way around. The tower seemed to be losing power. Lines drew across the sky, to what mankind knew as their moon. The electricity, or in other words, power was being sucked from the Earth and now travelling to the moon.
When they got there, Larry took the broken bits of the tablet and raced to the elevator. He pressed the button continuously as his life depended on it, though it might be, since no one has seen what the diversion does and what chaos it may cause.
"There's no electricy stuff, gigantor! It's no use!" cried Jed.
If only Meg was here… Larry thought to himself.
Just then, lightning stoke, and lit the tower back on.
You're welcome! echoed Menivia's voice in Larry's head. The doors of the elevator popped open, the gang rushed in, as Larry pressed the button on which floor they desired to go.
"It's better to go to the top floor." suggested Ahkmenrah, "remember last time? When the tablet was losing power?"
"And also because the exact co-ordinates written on the code is the co-ordinates of the top floor." said Sacagwea.
"When did you become a pilot?" questioned the cowboy.
Far below, they could still see flashes of light and mist around the area where they left Meg. Flashes of color lit up the streets due to the loss of power.
Down below, Meg's light magic was going against the mighty magic of the so known 'Tablet of Ahkmenrah'. The good magic of the tablet was gold, but who knew the tablet held dark magic in order to function? Though it would make sense since dark magic was often related to bringing the dead back to life.
"You won't survive this, witch." said Guinevere, her possessed eyes haunting Meg. "It is best you go with the diversion, as it is a natural cycle of the tablet."
"Have people tried to stop it?" asked Meg, trying her best to hold her off. As well as using close resources like water from La Seine, fire from the lamps nearby - that weren't powered by electricity, throwing lose bricks or trash at her to conserve her own energy.
"Yes, but they have failed to read the code." the possessed one responded.
"You can do this, Meg!" encouraged Menivia. Part of Meg's conscious was with Menivia, who tried to help Larry stop the diversion. "Meg, a little lightning please?"
Meg summoned some lightning from the clouds above, and guided it to Guinevere and the tower. For someone made of wax, she was pretty tough, mainly from the given power of the tablet.
That bit of the tablet was still stuck in her, and can only be lifted when the Diversion has stopped.
Larry and the exhibits got up to the final floor.
"Okay…piece it together, piece it together…" said Larry to himself. He took out the separate pieces and began to put them back to their place. After saving this darn thing so many times, he already memorised it. The tablet was imprinted into his brain.
"Ahh, Larry, that piece goes there" said Ahkmenrah.
Well...he almost memorised it.
Once the broken tablet was pieced back, the moon with the tablet engravings shone brighter than before. Larry looked up to see the moon reflect the tablet, slowly mending it together. The exhibits that lay unconscious were back to life. The bit of broken tablet gold rose out of Guinevere, taking her body with it. She rose higher into the air
"Guinevere!" cried a voice. Lancelot caught the floating queen just before she dropped back down. The missing piece found it's way back.
Blinding light exploded around the world, coating it with an invisible force.
Ahkmenrah could say he felt younger again, though that wouldn't be quite possible.
"The diversion…it's over." the pharaoh announced.
"It's over…" gasped Amelia from the Louvre, the exhibits celebrated their victory.
Meg smiled and laughed a little between her panting. That may have been the most tiring fight. To fight against the power-providing tablet was pretty hard.
O.o.O
Tilly and Nick got out the Smithsonian just before they were arrested. "The diversion stopped…" said Nick, realising that all once moving objects have stopped. Tilly tried to catch her breath. "Great…great job, Nicky." she said, holding up her hand for a high five, though Nick was slightly too slow to respond. "Hah…too…oh god…too slow…I swear I could finish 12 pizzas…"
O.o.O
"Dr. McPhee!" screeched a voice. "I believe you are fired from here" said madame.
"And I believe you don't have the potential to take care of this museum." said Teddy, winking at McPhee. "Don't worry, we'll be back in a moment." With that, he turned back to wax.
The sun started to crawl downwards. McPhee's phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Dr. McPhee! Mind taking the tablet back?" said the rather tired, but cheerful voice of Larry Daley.