A Fantasy of a Nightmare (Doctor Who fanfiction)

Chapter 10

Out of the swirling Egypt dust, I can see a distorted shape stumbling behind the rest. As it comes closer, I realize what it is and my heart sinks. A mummy, if you can call it that. It isn't the standard white ribbon-covered cadaver you see in books or cartoons. No- this is a real mummy. A rotting corpse stripped of its linen bindings, with flies hovering around it and bruised, porous flesh that stinks worse than the Thames after an air raid in the summertime. Despite what you may think, a resurrected body can move. It ran behind the swarm of terrorized people with surprising speed and agility. I watched as it approached closer and closer, and there is nothing I can do. My feet are stuck, glued to the ground by terror. I stay that way until it approaches so close that I can see every bruise, every piece of corroded flesh on the mummified cadaver. But instead of finding it within me to run away like any sensible person, I do the exact opposite and approach it cautiously.

With wide eyes and shaky legs, I warily say, "Who are you?" I immediately regret it. As if it could talk. But my shock registers on a whole new level as it responds in a hoarse, raspy voice, "I am King Amenhotep, emperor of the old ways."

Somewhere inside my head, a memory clicks of Amenhotep. Memories of dusty old history books and hushed whispers of fascination. "You're the king who renounced all gods and created Aten, the new sun god."

Amenhotep nodded.

"But why are you here?" I asked with a desperate plea. "Terrorizing your own people?"

He let out something that might have been a laugh, a mix between a dying donkey and the air letting out of a balloon. "The spirits of the dead have spoken to me. They told me that the people have pushed back my ways, abandoned my city, and cursed my name. I am here seeking nothing but revenge!" It hissed.