Allegiance To Ammit (Sequel to 'The Scales Don't Lie') //Arthur Harrow//

Epilogue: The Field of Reeds

You turn your head slowly, trying to eliminate the crick in your neck. The hazy lights all around you provide a sense of sickly comfort. You look down at your painting, disgusted by your art skills. 'It looks like it was painted by a child'. You think to yourself. Suddenly, your minds faculties are occupied by a blue cup.

"Sand..." You mumble, reaching for it. You accidentally tipped the cup over, spilling it's contents onto the table.

The commotion caught the attention of a nearby nurse. "Time for bed." She said, walking over to your wheelchair.

"Lo me llevare." You heard a deep voice say from behind you.

"I beg your pardon?" The young woman asked.

"Tranquila, senorita, tranquila." The man said, patting your shoulder.

You smiled groggily at the physical contact. No one touched you anymore. Even the freaks thought you were insane. No one had touched you since that fateful day in Cairo, since... Harrow.

The man slowly pushed you down a hallway. You pointed at the doors to your room, but he continued down the hall. At first, you figured he took a wrong turn, but that all changed when you saw a security guard unconscious on the floor with blood pooling around his head. Your brows furrowed in confusion and worry at the sight. You were pushed outside into the daylight, and roughly shoved into the back of a white limousine.

You grunted slightly at the man, but snickered upon seeing your host.

"Khonshu, you can't hurt us." You slurred out, disoriented from the intense drugs the institution made you take in order to halt your 'hallucinations'.

"No. You want to know something? Marc Spector truly believed that after he and I had parted ways, I wanted his wife to be my avatar. Why would I ever need anybody else? He has no idea how troubled he truly is." Khonshu spoke cryptically, giving the window a small knock. "Meet my friend, Jake Lockley."

The tinted divider rolled down to reveal the man in the driver's seat. To your great shock, you saw the face of none other than Marc Spector.

"Hoy te toca perder." The man said grimly, pointing a pistol at your face.

"W-w-wait!" You stuttered, putting your hand out in a protective gesture.

Lockley grinned widely as he pulled the trigger three times.

* * *

The first thing you felt was the wisp of the light breeze blowing past your body. Next, came light, dim and comforting. Regardless, it took your pupils a moment to adjust to the photons they were receiving. Brushing... there was something brushing past your hands. Something like bristles, no, softer. They were more like... reeds.

Finally, your sight was restored in full, and you took in the sight around you all at once. You were in a field, a field full of reeds which extended as far as you could see.

"I'm in the field of reeds." You whispered to yourself, in shock. "I- I'm dead."

You were dead, yes. Jake Lockley's three bullets had gone straight through your heart, ending your life instantly.

The scene around you was intoxicatingly comfortable, and you would have been able to stay there forever... if only one thought had not plagued your mind.

'I can't stay here. I have to go back. I have to go back for Arthur.'