Tally the main chick, pinkxjellybean. Yeah, Mrs. T's a hoot.
Chapter Seven
Mrs. Tinsley took a few steps toward the center of the lobby, looking directly at Tally, a smirk plastered on her face. "Too bad we won't be needing your services," she hissed.
"You think I'd have given them to you? Wow." Tally struggled to keep her voice even, even a little cocky as an added defense.
"You work for me, Tally."
"I work for this museum."
"This museum is under my management."
"Good luck with that."
Mrs. Tinsley took but two steps toward Tally before she was stopped. Tally followed the spear from the point where it threatened to connect with Mrs. Tinsley's neck to the person who was wielding it. She blinked a few times to be sure of what she was seeing, and surely, she was.
"Ahk, have you lost your mind?" Tally's voice was reaching the pitch of a shriek, and she could feel Mrs. Tinsley's eyes on her.
"Maybe I have, but now isn't the time to discuss such trivial things," Ahkmenrah replied, his voice more even than Tally expected to hear it. "Get out of here."
"How?"
"I don't care. Just get out of here."
Tally looked around before following a fairly straightforward path leading to the front door and sidestepping the possessed curator at the same time. She flagged down a taxi, gave directions, fished around for fare, paid and darted into the apartment complex. She found her late grandfather's apartment with ease and began flipping through the notes at a feverish pace. She found the entry on the basement, and without thinking, she took the key and pocketed it.
She skimmed the entry on the basement, searching for any kind of clue as to what was going on and why, perhaps enough to stop this madness.
The lights dimmed, and Tally grabbed the notebook and darted out of the apartment complex, regretting the fact that she'd sold Cecil's car to help pay off his debts. Forgetting all that, she flagged down a taxi and gave directions, careful to add "step on it" more than once. The cabby followed these to a T, and she paid accordingly. "Keep the change," was all she said before she ran up the stairs three at a time and burst through the front door, sliding into the lobby.
"What did you find?" Ahkmenrah asked.
"This," Tally gestured to the notebook in her hand, "but I was followed."
"Followed? By who?"
Tally got to her feet and turned toward the door, watching the lights from the surrounding buildings dim. "That."
