Chapter 15: The First Plague

Bonnie was pissed. The whole ride back to Cairo, William argued about saving the world and stopping the creature from spreading its curse. Bonnie was having none of that nonsense.

As soon as they got back to the hotel, Bonnie ordered both Jonathan and William to pack and left to find her caches all over the city. She wasn't even home an hour before she got back with her supplies, but she found both the Carnahans had not, in fact, packed. Jonathan was at the bar getting drunk and when Bonnie asked why he didn't pack, he only said to go ask his little brother.

With an exaggerated eye roll and a grown, she went to William's room and stormed in to find him going over a lot of ancient texts and scrolls.

"I told you to pack!" Bonnie growled angrily. "We need to get out of here!"

"I'm not," William said defiantly. Bonnie growled, and went to his closet. The librarian sighed and closed his book before tossing it on the table. "What in the world are you doing?"

"We're leaving. Now."

William got up and shook his head. "No we are not. This is our fault. We need to take responsibility for this."

Bonnie yanked on his suits with a grumble before walking to his suitcase. "I thought you said you didn't believe in that fairy take and hokum stuff, shoo!" she snapped at the white cat sitting on William's suitcase.

The librarian quickly tanked the car away as Bonnie tossed in clothes. "Having an encounter with a 3,000 year-old walking, talking corpse..." he began before letting the cat down and grabbing his clothes. "...tends to convert one."

As he walked to put his clothes back, Bonnie continued to argue as she pulled clothes out of the drawers. "Well, forget it. We're out the door, we're down the hall, and we're gone."

She put more clothes in the suitcase, but William was quick to pull them out. "Oh no, we are not."

"Oh yes, we are," Bonnie argued as she grabbed the books off the table.

"Oh no, we are not. We woke him up, and we are going to stop him."

"'We'? What we?" she continued as she tossed the books into the suitcase. "We didn't read that book. I told you not to play around with that thing? Didn't I tell you not to play around with that thing?"

William waved her off as he pulled the books back out. "Yes, that's right. Me, me, me, me, I, I, I woke him up and I intend to stop him."

Bonnie grabbed more books to put in the suitcase while William continued to remove them. "Oh yeah? How? You heard the man. No mortal weapons can kill this guy."

"Then we are just going to have to find some immortal ones," William groaned before grabbing the typewriter from Bonnie's arms.

"There goes that "we" again," Bonnie said, resting her fingers in the suitcase edge.

William came back to her side. "Will you just listen to me? We have to do-". As William shut the lid, Bonnie yanked her hands back with a groan before walking around the area. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry," William said, looking rather sheepish and apologetic. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," Bonnie chuckled, flicking her fingers and looking at the man with a mischievous gleam in her eye. "No harm, no foul."

This actually caused William to blush. "I didn't mean to-"

"Relax, Mr. Carnahan. I've had worse done to me."

"I can only imagine," William sighed. "Listen, once this creature has been reborn, his curse is going to spread until the whole of the Earth is destroyed."

"Yeah?" Bonnie said sarcastically. "Is that my problem?"

"Well, it is everybody's problem."

Bonnie rubbed her face before putting her hands on her hips, shaking her head. "Mr. Carnahan, I appreciate you saving my life and all, but when I signed on, I agreed to take you back out there and to bring you back. And I have done that. End of job. End of story. Contract terminated."

William scowled at the woman. "Is that all I am to you? A contract?"

Bonnie arched a brow. The man was just so innocent, it was actually cute. Too cute. She immediately cleared her throat and shook her head before looking William straight in the eye. "Look. You can either tag along with me, or you can stay here...and try to save the world! What's it gonna be?"

"I'm staying," William said without hesitation.

Bonnie immediately got grouchy again. "Fine," she said before turning away.

"Fine," William said back.

"Fine," Bonnie repeated.

"Fine."

"Fine," she said before leaving.

Bonnie stormed down the hallway with a growl. That man was infuriating. Absolutely infuriating. He was the most innocent, the most stubborn and the dumbest smart person that Bonnie ever met.

She needed a drink.

When she got to the lobby, she smacked into Winston, an old military man rotting his days away with "boredom and booze" as he so affectionately tells it.

"Oh, hey, Winston," she said before walking past him, spying Jonathan at the bar.

"You know, O'Connell, ever since the end of the great war," Winston started and Bonnie immediately rolled her eyes as she watched the man walk through the fountain. "There hasn't been a...a single challenge worthy of a man like me."

"Yeah?" Bonnie said nonchalantly as she flicked Jonathan's ear, motioning for him to put the key box away as she sat down. "Well, we all got our little problems today, don't we, Winston?"

"I just wish I could have chucked it in with the others and gone done in flame and glory instead of sitting around here rotting of boredom and booze."

Bonnie muttered the words, "rotting of boredom and booze" under her breath as Jonathan poured them both some drinks. She took a sip of hers, not feeling the slightest bit better about the situation with William.

"Oh well, back to the airfield," he said, slapping both her and Jonathan on the backs before walking away.

Bonnie was now more annoyed than before.

"Tell me, has your brother always been-" Bonnie began.

"Oh yes," Jonathan replied, pouring himself another drink. "Always."

"Well," Henderson said as he and Daniels waltzed up glumly. "We're all packed up, but the damn boat doesn't leave until tomorrow morning."

"Tail set firmly between your legs, I see," Jonathan pointed out.

"Yeah, you can talk. You don't have some sacred walkin' corpse after ya."

Bonnie finished her drink. "So, uh, how's your friend?" she asked Daniels quietly.

"He had his eyes and his tongue ripped out. How would you be?" he replied before walking away with his drink.

Bonnie lowered her gaze, playing with the empty glass in front of her. Henderson huffed as he looked at her. "You look down in the dumps, O'Connell."

Bonnie eyed the blonde man while pouring herself and the other two men more alcohol. "Yeah. I suppose I am."

"I guess the coming apocalypse will do that to a person.". The other two nodded in agreement. "Might as well get drunk before we all die."

They'd only been a few shots in before Henderson toasted good luck to them both and they clinked their glasses before drinking...something god awful. All three of them split their liquor out, and so did every patron in the place.

"Sweet Jesus!" Henderson exclaimed whole wiping his mouth. "Tasted just like-"

Bonnie suddenly noticed the water in the fountain was red. "Blood," she said, dropping her glass and walking up to it.

"And the rivers and waters of Egypt ran red...and we're as blood."

Bonnie looked around, a fierce gleam in her eyes. She knew it in her bones what this meant. "He's here," she said.