Night at the Museum: The Pharaoh's Desert Flower

Ahkmenrah's Grudge

                                                                         AHKMENRAH'S POV

  I wondered if I could ever allow my little desert flower to know that Imhotep was my older brother Kahmunrah's accomplice in my murder. However,  the fact that I allowed my rage to reveal my distaste for the man may have made my little desert flower want to know more. The way he looked at her made me want to split his skull wide open! I needed to calm down. The only one who could calm me down, was out of the room with Larry looking for the hourglass. I sent daggers from my green eyes to Imhotep's black ones. There was no way that I would allow him to go near her. "You will stay away from her.", I spat through my teeth. Imhotep had a history of courting many women and when he was through sleeping with them he would leave them heartbroken. Although he charmed my parents, everyone was suspicious about his..... for lack of a better term 'playboy' nature as Larry would put it.  Many people wanted him off the royal counsel (Because of his advances towards the royal counsel's wives.) but he helped win some wars and also stratigized safe trading between kingdoms. The only time that he revealed his rotten nature was when he stood and watched Kahmunrah murder me with a smile on his face.

  Imhotep dared to mock me with a fake hurt expression, "Ahkmenrah. How could you distrust me so easily? I only wanted to get to know her." After that comment my rage boiled over. My fist quickly connected with his jaw, knocking him to the ground. "You will never get the chance to know her. She is mine.", I said with extreme confidence. After all, it was the truth. I wanted her to know the truth of my feelings and I wanted to tell her soon. "Lock him up.", I commanded the other exhibits. He wouldn't get the chance to go near her. I walked away. I found Larry and Tori on the fourth floor in the back of the room tied up to separate chairs back to back, and gagged with as Larry called it 'duck tape'. I ran over to them and untied them. As soon as I carefully removed the duck tape from their mouths, Larry spoke "He stole it!  He stole the hour glass! We gotta find him before he finds your tablet!" "Where are the others?", I asked him quickly. "He locked them up in Africa! We have to hurry!", Tori screamed. I grabbed her hand and run quickly with her in tow, down the hall, Larry quickly following behind. 

  'He couldn't have escaped that quickly. I had him locked up. Unless......unless he had an accomplice.', the  thought ran through my mind as we ran down the hall to the African exhibit.