Disclaimer: I do not own Red River manga

A/N: Okay, I don't know if I'm overstepping the boundaries. But, I had a feeling someone had to get killed. So, enjoy! Oh, and by the way, I figured out what ooc was, so I am planning on making Ramses really evil. I think you'll be pleased.

Sanaa

It was hard, waking up that morning. I was tired beyond belief, so Bastet dressed me in my half asleep stupor. Then, she carried me outside and set me in one of the caravans, and I drifted back to sleep.

Bastet

I pushed a strand of her back from Sanaa's face. The girl seemed tired, despite the two weeks she had spent in what should have been, must have been, paradise for her. Right at that moment, she was the only one to distract me from Ramses.

Right at that moment, I loathed him.

It seemed he didn't care about me at all at one point, but then he'll go do something really nice. Quite frankly, all the damn mood swings were getting on my nerves. He didn't understand that I loved him, that I'd do anything for him. My temper spiked up again, and I had the slight urge to throw something as I felt water welling into my eyes. I sighed, trying to compose myself.

"What an idiot." I muttered, talking about both of us. I stopped, and a sudden need came about me.

"Stop!" I shouted, clutching at my mouth. I jumped down quickly, and retched, a disgusting sound.

"Bastet?" Beset asked, holding my braid away from my mouth. "Are you okay? Should we turn back?"

"Why would we do that?" I snapped. Beset stepped back, obviously hurt, and I sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm just a little annoyed."

"No worries. But, honestly, Bastet, you seem sick. You look sick." She said.

"I will not respond to that. Did I wake Sanaa?" I asked.

"Bastet?" Sanaa was standing at the entrance to the caravan, wiping her eyes and looking down with curiosity. I gave her a weak smile.

"Hi sweetie, I just had a little motion sickness. Go ahead back to sleep."

"I'm okay, Bastet. I'm not tired."

"We've still got a long journey. What do you expect to be doing?" I asked. She shrugged her shoulders

"I don't know." I smiled and took her hand as I got back into the caravan.

Amun

"You know where they are?" the Queen asked triumphantly.

"Of course, my Queen." I replied. This will be the end, finally.

"Make sure to get the rest of the party as well. Dismissed." She said, giving me one last command. I bowed and walked out.

Ever since I had met that little brat, I had been waiting for this moment. The Queen would finally be rid of her, by my hands.

As I walked out to the desert, I was the most confident than I could ever be.

Bastet

"What's that?" I asked Beset. A blurry figure was walking towards us.

"Hmm." She said thoughtfully. "Don't know. Probably just a traveler."

"I don't know. I have a bad feeling."

"Maybe you need to throw up?"

"No, no," I replied, keeping my eyes on the traveler. "You're right." I tried to keep my mind occupied with other things. How I would perhaps decorate Sanaa's room when we got home, and maybe continue her music lessons. But my mind still strayed and my stomach still held the uncomfortable feeling of anxiety by the time we stopped at sunset. I tried to help them unload, but Beset and Horus refused once Beset informed him of my earlier sickness. So, I sat in the caravan, with Sanaa in my lap, holding her.

"Bastet?" Sanaa asked cautiously.

"Yes?"

"Will you still let me stay after we're finished with the mission?" I stared at her.

"Of course, silly girl. Why wouldn't I?" I smiled, smoothing down her hair.

"I was afraid you might only keep me long enough to use me for this." She replied.

"Well, unfortunately, you can't get rid of me that easily." The child laughed, then I realized that there were no more noises. You couldn't hear Beset and Horus speaking, or the rustle of objects.

"Wait here." I said, and peeked outside of the caravan. My hand flew up to my mouth, suppressing a scream.

Beset's body was lying on the ground, throat slit open, staring blankly, and Horus was stabbed in the gut, passed out.

"Sanaa." I whispered. I had to get her to safety and Horus. I didn't know what I could do about Beset. "Don't you make a move."

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Don't!" I said, raising my voice. I climbed out, looking around, and ran over to Horus, trying not to look at Beset.

"Beset." I heard him murmur, then he sat straight up. "Where's—." he stopped midsentence when he saw the body. "No!" He crawled over and held her lifeless body. "No, Beset!"

"Horus, I know. I'm sorry, but we've gotta get out of here, who did this?" I asked, shouting as he deteriorated into sobs.

"I think I can answer that." I heard a cold voice say from behind me. I turned around, and saw the knife pointed directly at Sanaa's throat first. Then the terrified look in her eyes, then the one holding her. Amun.

"The queen has nothing more to do with you." He said, smiling a smile that sent shivers down my spine. I stood up and pulled my bow and arrow quickly. "Ah, ah." He said. "Don't want to make my hand slip. Now put down the bow, and walk forward." I dropped it. "Now walk forward." He coaxed.

"Don't. Don't hurt her." I whispered as tears streamed down my face.

"This is nothing personal. The Queen has given me directions to follow through on." Sanaa reached her hand out to me.

"Bastet." She uttered, before the knife slid across her throat. Amun dropped her to the ground, and stabbed me, in the stomach.

"No!" I cried, picking up the bow and arrow, and shot it, not knowing where it hit as Amun collapsed to the ground. I picked Sanaa up. She had the blank stare, and I knew her body was vacant. I screamed, sobbing. I turned to see if Horus was there still, but he had already passed out. I knew I had to leave Beset and Sanaa, but I couldn't. I stayed there for minutes, hours, days, I'm not sure. The pain of the wound never set in, not until Horus finally woke.

"Bastet, we must leave." I shook my head, and he crawled over and grabbed my shoulders, heading in the opposite direction and dragging me along.

I'm not sure how long we were crawling, either, but it was morning before we got to the first building, which was, of course, our home. We crawled through the opening, and I vaguely remember Horus calling for help in a hoarse voice, and Nefert calling for Ramses and the healer.

I passed out.