𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐎𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚 | Night at the Museum [Ahkmenrah]

Chapter 13: Tea, Dinosaurs and Knights in London

Chapter 13: Tea, Dinosaurs and Knights in London

• 𓎬 ☼ 𓋹⋅☾𓂀 ☽⋅𓋹 ☼ 𓎬 •

Rowena XXXVI

2014 - London

Sand scraped her exposed knees as she clambered up to her feet and wobbled. When she gazed upwards, she found herself staring at a battleground. Smoke coming out of the earth and rubble whilst broken shrapnel were buried into the dry earth. The sun was beating down onto the earth, tingling the hairs of her arm as she peered out to try and comprehend everything.

No words could describe the carnage in front of her. There were bodies littered, pools of blood and limbs sticking out of the dry chalky earth. The beauty of the valley soaked in red and brown and metal. The pungent aroma of iron and burning flesh mixed with the chemicals of the smoke made her gag, but no reaction came from her.

What irked Rowena more was the absolute silence. No groan or cry or the shot of guns. She only heard her Oxford shoes scrape the particles of the sand as she walked through the sea of bodies.

She was struck in shock, dread beginning to crawl up her spine as she halted to a stop.

There in front of her laid upon broken layers of rubble rock were the figures she wished to never see.

Teddy Roosevelt's eyes were open wide, a deadly stare on his expression but with tears still fresh on his face. His rifle bent in two and laid a few yards from him. But what she first saw was the large gash on his legs, his trousers soaked in red. Next to him was Sacagawea. Her own face contorted in peace; eyes closed. As her eyes wandered down, she saw the bullet wound on her chest – exactly where the heart would be.

Just a few metres away was Attila, laid over his side with an arm reaching towards his axe. She could see the pain embedded on his scrunched-up face, relaxed by the constant look ahead. Her heart then plummeted when she spotted the little capuchin curled under the Hun's arm, trying his best to shield the little animal. She had hoped that he was still alive but didn't spot Dexter move a muscle.

As her eyes darted across to the other side that was when she saw the two sitting and leaning against a rockface. Jedediah sat upright, head now tilted to the side as he looked ahead with no reaction – cradling Octavius body in his arms. His gun was left by their side as the Roman sword was broken in half. She could tell that the Roman had bled out, his hand over his ribs whilst another looked to have comforted Jedediah. Hands intertwined as if they had died knowing they were together.

And quite far from the rest, out in the open was the familiar body of the night guard. She approached him carefully, kneeling down as her hand reach out.

Outshot his arm, clenching his fingers over her wrists as his eyes flashed open. Excruciating pain was worn over his features, gasping at every moment as he stared up to her.

"You...you could have saved us." Larry choked out before shutting his eyes.

His body slumped under her arm before his own hand became limp. She let go of him, stumbling back with shaking hands.

Rowena stared at him for a moment, the coldness sinking in as fast as a broken ship drowning her mind in horror. Her friend, Larry Daley, just died in her arms.

She wanted to scream. To accuse her of killing her friends. Only, nothing came out of her mouth. Her jaw slacked, clamping a hand to her mouth as tears threatened to spill down her cheeks.