The Mummy | (Rick X Reader)

Chapter Twelve

"I hate when these things do that!" Evelyn angrily says. 

"This mummy looks weird, like it's fresh or--or" I get cut off by Jonathan and O'Connell.

"Juicy." They say in unison. 

"This must be, over 3,000 years old, or right on it. It looks like it's still...decomposing." O'Connell grabs our attention and points to the lid of this crate. "These marks...they're scratches from fingernails. He was buried alive....oh wait, Eve can you translate these characters." She kneels beside me and hovers while reading.

"Death is only the beginning." She states, we all look over to the corpse, staring at the spooky sight of it. "Come on, it's turning night, maybe we should head back...before anything happens, like salt acid." 

We all follow out, but I stay behind making sure the tale is true, I find something that is also proven, I snatch it. I hum to myself and make my way out, passing by the other group. I stop and notice the book in the mans hands, I look away and hear his struggle to open the book. I turn back and politely step closer and point to the book.

"I think a key is needed, to open that book." I simply state and walk away, I arrive to our base while holding the objects in my hands. "Look what I found!" I state happy.

"You're in her, seat. Now. "O'Connell states, I plop down beside him and show him my findings.

"Sacrab Skeletons, which are also known as flesh eaters. I found it inside our friend's coffin, sadly I think he was eaten alive." O'Connell takes one flesh eater. "They could stay alive for years, just eating flesh non-stop. Very slowly."

"So they put these little things, to eat him alive. He must've done something with the Pharaoh's daughter." I shoot my head up.

"That is the tale, I've heard. It follows with this type of cursing death, it's for the most well criminally people. It's crazy since I haven't heard any record of this curse before." He nods and places the dead creature back into my hands.

"That bad, huh." He asks.

"Well it's feared, because whom ever this curse is layed upon or who performed it, in books it states that if awake again, then it would bring the 10 plagues of Egypt." I smile and place down the creatures, I wipe my hands on my clothes and see Henderson looking at me. 

I turn away and scratch my neck, silence fills the group. After two hours, the other group has fallen asleep. I place the key down on the nearest table and go, as I stand up. I lightly walk over to the man with the book of the dead, and take it with ease as he sleeps. I go back to the table and lightly place it, I grab a stool and start to walk back.

"That's called stealing you know." O'Connell says. I continue and ignore the fact he was pretending to be asleep.

"Well, from my brother, it's called borrowing." I sit on the stool and find the button to the key.

"I thought the book of Amun-ra was made out of gold." O'Connell states shuffling near next to me.

"It is made out of gold, this isn't the book of Amuna-ra, this is something else." I click the button and spring out the blades on the side. "This may be the Book of the Dead."

"Book of the Dead?" He questions. "Are you sure you want to play around with this thing?" I place the key on it.

"If I don't my sister will murder me, and no harm ever really came from books, or reading them." I twist the key and open the book, wind howls and almost blows out the fire.

"That wind happens a lot around here." I struggle to read it, but I put bits and pieces together. "What does it say?"

"Well, it speaks of night and day." I continue to read along, saying the words out loud. "Imhotep..." Wind howls again and the man I took the book from sits up yelling.

"No! You must not read from the book!" He gets up and runs, O'Connell and I look at him as my siblings and the others awaken.

"Imhotep, I just read from Imhotep.." I say in shock, O'Connell grabs my arms and makes me turn to him.