Little Miss Bump-Yep, they and Adrien are dead. No, that's not even on my list of 'way's I want to die'. That it is. No, they weren't. I'm glad you enjoyed it. –blushes- Dang! You are always making me do that! XD Thank you. Of course you'll see me soon.

err... who am i?- XD I'm glad you enjoyed it. Yeah, not particularly the most pleasant way to go. I'm glad you enjoy them because I enjoyed writing them. Nah, just mummies that have yet to regenerate. And now that Yuja has, he won't be afraid of them anymore. Oh, he's going to get his own owies soon enough. That he is but they will all be on the receiving end very soon.

Gilian 101-Yep, you gave me a great idea. That it does. A few little ouchies and one big ouchie is planned for him. Thank you, I'm glad you liked it. Dang, you're making me blush too! :P

Pinkranger888- Yep, she home now. Yep, it's just part of the job and he helped to bring her home and he will be down soon enough. XD I'm glad you liked that. Because he knew what would happen once he opened the chest. No one will ever know if he was or not now. That he is. He couldn't, like Adrien he knew what would happen when that chest was opened and yes, that would put a wrinkle into the plot. :P No, they didn't until it was too late. Nope, he now fears nothing but the book of Amun Re. Oh, it is a very good thing. She'll need one of her brother's to convince her that it isn't. XD

Chapter Thirteen- I Was Played Like a Violin

After cleaning up and sleeping for a good seven hours, the residents of Tracy Island found themselves waking just before noon. There was no point to having breakfast, seeing as it would soon be time for lunch and most settled for one of the muffins left over from the night before. So this was how Evelyn, with muffin in hand, found herself walking down the stairs towards the second floor after looking for Virgil in his room, only to find him not there.

Taking a bite from the muffin, she headed down the hallway towards the music room, hoping her older brother would be in there. The door was opened a crack and she could her quiet mutterings coming from inside. Quietly pushing the door open, she smiled fondly when she spotted her brother sitting at his piano, a sheet of music before him and a pencil between his teeth as he looked over the markings he had made on the paper before him.

She closed the door softly behind her, watching as Virgil removed the pencil from between his teeth and added a marking to the paper, muttering under his breath. Evelyn gave a soft chuckle and began to walk towards her brother. "Having trouble Mozart?"

Virgil jumped slightly at the sound of her voice, the pencil falling from his hand and down onto the keys as he looked towards her in surprise. Evelyn grimaced and mumbled an apology as he picked up the pencil and set it down in the grove beside the sheet music. Instead of looking back towards her, he continued to look at the sheet music in front of him. Evelyn sighed, looking down and playing with her hands in front of her as she spoke. "Look Virge, about last night," she paused. "Well, this morning actually as my oh so brilliant twin pointed out."

She glanced up to see the corner's of Virgil's mouth twitch at the mention of the comment made by her twin earlier that morning, though his small smile only severed to make her feel even guiltier for having had gotten easily annoyed with him. "Anyway, the point is Virge, I'm sorry for getting annoyed with you this morning," she began. "This-I-I'm scared beyond belief a-and guilty as hell. It's my fault this guys is alive and Egypt is in panic. And that Kyleigh and Narmer are missing. I should have known something was up the moment he asked me to read it out loud but no, I was as blind as a bat and allowed him to play me like a freakin' violin! And to top it all off, you can't kill the guy! He's freakin' immortal! And-"

Virgil, who had been watching as Evelyn began to pace back and forth as she vented, stood from the piano bench as her breathing became erratic and her voice began to sound panicked. He grabbed both her arms to stop her and looked at her in concern. "Breathe Evie, breathe."

"-I have no idea-"

"Evie," he repeated as she continued to ramble, looking up over his shoulder and staring into the air behind him.

"-how to ki-"

"Evie!" he shouted, releasing his grip on one of her arms and gently grabbing her chin. The combination of this action and his shout got her to stop and look at him. Still holding her chin, he looked her in the eyes, his face serious. "None of this is your fault. They played off your excitement at being there and used that to block any suspicions you could have had. But it is in no way your fault. If anyone, blame the Hood and Saadia. Now take a deep death through your nose and then release it slowly through your mouth."

She opened her mouth to say that she was fine but at the stern look on Virgil's face, she closed it and swallowed the retort. She sucked in a deep breath through her nose as he told her too and closed her eyes and she slowly released it, feeling herself beginning to relax. He was right, as usual. Both in telling her to breath and the fact that what had happened was not her fault.

Virgil released her chin and in turn pushed a piece of fallen copper hair back behind her ear. He then returned his hand to its original place on her arm. "And if there is a way to kill this guy, you won't have to look for it alone," he stated. Evelyn opened her eyes and looked at him, an fond smile forming on her lips, a smile that Virgil returned. "We're a family, and we're in this together. We'll do whatever we can to help you find a way to get rid of him Evie, and you don't even have to ask for our help."

She smiled at him for a moment before letting his hands fall from her arms as she wrapped them around him and hugged him tightly. As his own wrapped around her, she whispered, "Thanks Virgil."

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Not long after lunch, Virgil and Evelyn went up to her room to begin searching for some way to get rid of Yuja, both figuring that if the ancient Egyptians had found a way to bring someone back from the dead then they should also have found a way for the undead immortal to be sent back and hopefully this time stay dead. Evelyn sat at her desk, her computer in front of her with Evelyn O'Connell's The Mummy in her hands while Virgil stood at her shoulder.

"What does that book have to do with finding a way to get rid of Yuja?" Virgil asked as she flipped to the rear of the book, her green eyes scanning the pages in search of one specific passage.

"Because, what happened back in Egypt was exactly what happened in this book," she explain, her eyes not leaving the page before her. "And her author's bio stated that it was often said these novels were based on her own adventures in Egypt, so they may actually be true. The way they raised the mummy was with the Book of the Dead, so if that does exist and all the things that have happened in this book are true…"

"Then maybe they way they killed him is also true," he finished as she trailed off when she stopped on a certain page and began to scan it with her finger.

"Exactly," she muttered. Her finger stopped on the conversation between the character's Scarlett and the curator of the museum. "Scarlett began, 'I'm thinking that if the black Book of the Dead can bring people back to life' 'Then perhaps, the golden Book of the Living can return to the underworld,' the curator finished'."

"Book of the Living?" Virgil repeated as Evelyn sat down the book on her desk and focused on the computer. Just as she opened her mouth to reply to Virgil, a knock sounded at the door of her bedroom.

"Come in!" she called, glancing away from the computer to see who it was. Alan pushed open the door and entered the room, smiling as he carried three pints of ice cream in his hand.

"I come baring gifts," he joked as he shut the door behind him and walked over to the desk. He handed one pint to Virgil and another to Evelyn before handing them spoons. "What are you guys doing?"

"Working on finding a way to get rid of Yuja," Virgil answered as Alan went to stand over Evelyn's other shoulder, both of the brother's taking a spoonful of ice cream. On the computer, Evelyn had searched for anything on the Book of the Living.

As the web loaded on the screen, Evelyn read it out loud as she opened her own pint of ice cream. "'The Book of the Living, more commonly known as the golden Book of Amun Ra, is said to be the opposite of the legendary black Book of the Dead. For while the black book is said to bring the deceased back to life, the golden book is said to be able to send them back to the underworld. It is unknown if either book exists, though there are some who say they do, one of them being Alexander O'Connell, son of world renowned author Evelyn O'Connell who currently lives in Bethlem Royal Hospital in Kent.'"

As Evelyn clicked on the name 'Alexander O'Connell', she took a bite of ice cream before looking over at her brothers. "Well, we already know that they Book of the Dead exists, the tablet that Ness tricked me into reading was an excerpt from it. So the Book of Amun Ra must exist, we just have to find it."

"But where could it possibly be?" Alan asked as Evelyn turned back to the computer screen.

"In the book, it is said that they are both hidden at Hamunaptra, the City of the Dead," she explained as she strolled down the page, past an picture of young Alexander O'Connell and began to read his bio. "And if the books Evelyn wrote were true, which I am seriously beginning to think they are, then the city was destroyed and the book lost to the sand of the Sahara. But maybe we could find the city and dig it out, just as the mummy was unburied in the second book she wrote along with the Book of the Dead."

"And he may know how to find the city," Virgil stated as he too began to read the bio for this man, Alan doing the same on the other side of Evelyn. Evelyn nodded as she strolled down the page to his more recent history. "We need to know where he is and talk to him."

"'Alex was sent to the Bethlem Royal Hospital after receiving the news that his daughter Lucille had been killed in the disastrous avalanche in Engadine Valley, Switzerland in 2010, when he began to claim that the books that his mother had written in the 1940's were true. The death of his daughter was said to be the last straw of his sanity which had begun to break in 1997 after the passing of his wife Lin. Though it was often said that the characters in her books were based on herself and her family and the stories were based on her own adventures in Egypt and China, the idea was never confirmed,'" Evelyn read. She clicked on the name Lucille and waited for the page to load.

"It couldn't be," Virgil muttered, setting down his ice cream on the desk as the page loaded. Once it was, they were greeted by the smiling face of their mother when she was roughly twenty years old. The headline of the page was 'Lucille Elizabeth Tracy, Née O'Connell.'

"It is. It's mom," Evelyn muttered as the three of them simply stared at the picture of their mother. "Then that means, the great grandmother I am named after is Evelyn O'Connell."

"Go back to the page about Alex Evie," Virgil instructed. Evelyn went back and after a few seconds the page loaded and the picture of thirty year old Alexander O'Connell appeared on the screen, looking very similar in appearance to their blond older brother. Before any more could be said, the rescue alarm sounded. Setting down the ice cream on the desk and closing the computer, the three siblings ran out of the room and towards their father's office.