Don't worry. Hope that chapter answered that question, pinkxjellybean.
Chapter Eight
The darkness edged closer to the door, and Jedediah tentatively kept his eyes on it from his hiding spot. "Whatcha make of it?"
"I think we're doomed," Octavius replied.
"So now what? Do we just keep hiding?"
"That's our safest option, Jedediah." Octavius rested a hand on Jed's upper arm and watched the darkness as well. "It's not like we're of any size to do something."
"We can do something! Remember at the Smithsonian when we took out those guys' shoes?"
"Yes, I remember, but this is almost a moving shadow."
"What about that curator gal?"
"Mrs. Tinsley?"
"Yeah, her."
"What about her?"
"She's a real person, right?"
"Yes."
"She can get hurt, right?"
"Yes-Oh!"
"Getting it now?"
"Yes, completely. What is your plan?"
"Break out every miniature you can. We're gonna need a lot of help."
Tally stood at Ahkmenrah's side, while Larry, Kahmunrah, and a few brazen others stood toward the back, near the reception desk. Rexy and the Moai looked like they were exchanging looks, but the jury was out. Once the darkness reached the threshold of the museum, Mrs. Tinsley stood in its place. She walked into the museum like she owned the place, and both Tally and Ahkmenrah narrowed their eyes at her.
"I see you have company," Mrs. Tinsley hissed. Tally checked her eye color again, and they were the same near-black she'd seen earlier that night.
"It's not letting you go, Mrs. Tinsley."
"On the contrary, Tally. It, as you so love to call this, is letting me do whatever I please, and I will die with the knowledge that I've done this world the good it deserves."
"Oh, you sick, sick woman."
Ahkmenrah whispered something in Egyptian, and Mrs. Tinsley replied in the same language. "She is, beyond a doubt, possessed," Akhmenrah concluded, choosing English this time.
"By what?"
"A soul-stealer," Kahmunrah said as if it was obvious, though he watched Mrs. Tinsley speculatively.
"What do you want?" Tally asked Mrs. Tinsley.
"You know what I want, but if you want a refresher... I want to bring the world to its collapse. There is still time, if you call half an hour time."
Tally checked her watch. It was, indeed, eleven thirty on the dot. She ran a hand through her hair and redid her pony tail, chewing her lip. "How're you gonna do it?" she finally asked, having finished all this. "How're you gonna end the world? It'd be interesting to know, sort of as trivia."
"Trivia? The collapse of the world as you know it?"
"Sure. If there're survivors, we'll have weird stuff to talk about, y'know, campfire stories."
At that instant, the lobby flooded with miniatures under the command of Jedediah and Octavius, and almost as quickly, they were upon Mrs. Tinsley. She shrieked and struggled to free herself from the miniature insurgency and ended up falling to the floor. The miniatures kept on to be more of a nuisance than anything else.
Ahkmenrah said something in Egyptian, throwing a sword into the air. Tally caught it with some ease, though she did accidently cut herself before grabbing the handle. Kahmunrah and Ahkmenrah were engaged in shouting out orders in Egyptian and finding weapons of their own to use.
Tally turned to face Mrs. Tinsley, who had broken free of the miniatures and charged at her. The miniatures did what they could to stop her, as did the two Egyptian guards, the other exhibits having more 'serious' matters to attend to. Tally managed to avoid Mrs. Tinsley and cast a glance toward Rexy, who tucked his tail between his legs and backed against the wall as far as he could.
Mrs. Tinsley cut her way to the reception desk and pulled a gun from one of the drawers, which she'd apparently put there for safe keeping. She aimed the gun at Ahkmenrah, forcing Tally to stop cold. "One false move and I'll shoot him."
"Why not just shoot me if I'm the one making the false move?"
"This is more fun."
Tally examined the sword and watched Mrs. Tinsley, each in turn, but both with equal focus.
