Exams are coming up so don't expect me updating anytime soon! These exams are really important because my grades are lowering...

Disclaimer: Nick does not own TKC. Uncle Rick does. The Story must go on!

"Hello, Nick"

My heart froze as the myterious voice greeted me in an unpleasant way. My hand crept toward the cold hilt of Razor. Once my finger made contact with the razor sharp sword I consentrated hard and instantly time slowed. I swiftly turned around, sheathing my sword and found myself pointing my sword at the neck of the ghost known as Setne. He was a small man, with scrawny arms and legs, and his ribs showed through his chest. He had a hawkish nose, heavy-lidded eyes, and dark, thick hair, slicked back with oil. And he wore a tattered loincloth. Strangely he was not affected by the slowing down affects of Razor.

The cruel ghost smirked and held up his finger. "And I thought you were nicer than your friend, Carter," He said pushing the sword point away. "I learned this new trick," He said casually and continued, "It's called possession, I think you may know the phrase" My eyes widened as he said the word possession."Possess" The ghost said in ancient egyptian. And everything went black as I absorbed his essence.

"Ah..." The once-Nick-but-now-Setne said. He stepped out into the open, spreading his hands in a welcoming gesture. "I told you it would work, boys," Setne stepped closer to his henchmen and continued, "Now, I want you to hurt me, or Nick, whatever" Setne's henchmen exchanges quick glances except for Robert. Robert was the smallest one amongst the group and he had been loyal to Setne for many years. While the others had just joined him reason being that they do not want Carter Kane to be their leader.

"Do not take me for a fool," Setne said "I know you are not reluctant to hurt me. But, I would not feel the pain that Nick would endure" Setne made an impatient gesture and they stood up and walked towards him. Except for Robert, of course. Punches rained down on him from left and right within a few seconds. Setne found himself sprawled on the cold stone floor. And he removed himself from the broken body. Nick groaned but it sounded as a small croak as his lips were swollen and bleeding. Setne wiped his hands and said, "Now take his body to the front door of Brooklyn House. I want to never see him again. He is too dangerous for my liking" He turned away and walked to his so-called office.

I woke up and was immediately alert. I didn't remember anything. Just my first name and my past. I was in some sort of infirmary. I propped up on my elbows and found stitches all over my body and a bandage on my head. I wore acast on my right hand. My lip was swollen, giving me a permanent puppy face. My head throbbed painfully by the movement and slowly sank back into my position, lying down. I groaned loudly by the movement again. A few minutes later I was suprised to see a head pop up in my vision. She was an attractive girl with blonde hair. "Hello! You're finally awake," I gave a puzzled look and she frowned "Nick, who am I?"

"I... I don't know" I stammered. I had no idea where I was nor had I had any idea who this girl was.

"Oh no... Cleo will be devastated," She said. Mumbling mostly to herself. "Um... my name is Jaz" I didn't know any Cleo. Could we be...? No.

"Cleo?" I asked "Who's that?" She looked at me with an expression of sadness.

"You don't need to know for the moment" She said, sadness evident in her voice. "But for now you need rest" She laid a hand on my forehead, grabbed a boomerang out of thin air, which made me gasp, and said a weird word that sounded familiar but didn't have time to decipher and drifted into sleep.

I woke up to see a sleeping girl, head down, on the edge the bed. It was a little wet so I assumed she was crying. I nudged her with my free hand. She lifted her head slowly and I saw her. She had bloodshot eyes and stringy brown hair. "Nick!" She exclaimed and she hugged me.

"Can't... breathe" I said. She let go gingerly

"Sorry!" She said. "Do... your remember who I am?" I stared at her for a moment. She seemed familiar but I couldn't recall her name.

"Uhh..." I said. She started sobbing and I reached out to comfort her but I didn't know how. All my memories were back since I was 12. How old was I? "Um.. It's okay... what's your name?" I asked

"C...Cleo" She stammered. I gave her a comforting embrace with one arm and kept on waying it was okay. Although it was not.

Walt POV

Ever since Carter had asked me that question. I have been arguing with Anubis in my head alot.

Are you sure I won't explode like what Carter said? I asked

Of course not! I'm saving your life! Anubis answered.

We found Nick on our doorstep a few days ago. His injuries were brutal. He had a sword. Which was weird because it wasn't egyptian. It didn't have the usual curve. And if you touched it, your finger would immediately start to bleed. It was more greek style. I learned this history class at school. Cleo wouldn't leave his bedside unless she was at school. Carter was worried alot. He kept on pacing. And sometimes he would murmer about Setne's Doing.

Sadie and I were having lunch at the nearby pizza house. "Do you know who did that to Nick?" She asked.

"Honestly... I don't know. I mean he's new,"

"So? He's big and dangerous, like you," She said.

"Can we just enjoy our lunch?" I asked with a smile. And with that I finished more than half of the pizza and Sadie barely got any. And for that, she smacked me on the arm.