Bringing Down The Mummy V

Crynn POV

"Any plans Avter!" I could see O'Connell anxious face. I guess I'm a bit worried but I've definitely got plans! "You remember I still haven't use any of my grenades yet, group them up!" I simpered as O'Connell lit up in realization and slashed right on another undead. O'Connell began shooting everyone on sight drawing all their attention to him.

"Evelyn, you could start reading the book now," I whispered to Evelyn and nodded, scurrying away to the sides. Imhotep is still in the very back watching everything unfold like a sandbox player, scowling annoyingly at us. I spun my body as I avoided two undeads. "Ferrous how's your situation!" I jumped again over some undead's back, we're going to get overrun.

"I'm dilly, this is duck soup! Tearing their meethooks all over?" what the absolute shite is Ferrous spewing out. Dilly, duck soup, meethooks? "Pardon Ferrous but I'm not exactly from 1910!" I grumbled loudly avoiding two more undeads as I fired spells at them. What makes it worse is that the spells keep hitting their shields which cheatingly negates magic!

"What I meant to say is I'm excellent, this is easy and I'm tearing their hands apart!" Ferrous vexingly called out and I had time to catch him ripping someone's shield off and bashing it right back. "I'm sorry! But I can't be expected to know any 1910 slangs can't I!" I fired Petrificus Totalus at an undead's back and moved on.

Wait a second, where is Jonathan, I haven't seen him since a while. I spied the room while on the run, not in the center, not in sides, not in the entrance where is- there he is. To my absolute 'surprise', Jonathan is chilling out on top of a pillar. How did he get there in the first place, I don't want to know.

"Jonathan! What are you doing!" I harshly bellowed and my irritation reached him in a tick. "Don't worry about me Avter, I'm practically useless right now!" Jonathan replied with a less than cheery shriek, brushing his hair up in a manner one would find very narcistic. I mean, why do people need to brush their hairs up so much.

I admit to brushing my hair once in a while, but that was a casual movement with no style. What really galled me are those popular boys brushing their hairs up in an attempt to look cool. Just stop alright, it just ain't cool. I groaned before coming right to Jonathan's lovely pillar to 'visit'. "Jonathan, if you have nothing to do then use this!"

I placed my gun and the magazines on the pillar, a tone of warning present on my growing voice. "Try to shoot their necks and don't friendly fire, I'm afraid the option is off!" As much as the situation displeases me, I could always find time to construct the right jokes. I found myself chuckling when Jonathan seemed confused by my ending statement.

I'm not shocked, online shooters are probably only going to be released in a few decades. "O'Connell! Have you rounded them all up!" I'm on the other side of the room, running from undeads while firing one spell at a time and no instance could I focus myself on too much right now.

"Avter! Are you blind! Look at the horde behind me!" I side-stepped an undead and I looked upon O'Connell running from a dozen undeads. I could only think, that's unpleasant. "Run towards me!" I roared down the side aisle expecting O'Connell to quickly come over so I could blow the dozen undeads to smithereens.

"What did you say Avter!" Did he just seriously say that, I shouted at him several times and he doesn't have a problem hearing it, did stress turn him deaf!? "I said! Come towards me!" I shouted louder in frustration and this time, O'Connell heard me and started sprinting down with the words 'save my life' printed on his eyes.

"Out of the way O'Connell!" I have gotten the grenades out of my briefcase beforehand and aimed it at an arch. O'Connell rolled to the side and I threw the grenade at a straight angle right to the group of undead. As the big tip of the grenade made contact with one of the undeads, BOOM! A flash of red, yellow and white temporarily blinded me and fragments scraped my suit.

"Took you long enough Avter!" O'Connell tiredly got up on both feet as he held onto the wall for extra support. "You reckon this will be the last of the mummy's necromancy," O'Connell regained energy and stood still for a few seconds while cranking his body. "I don't know, it's up to Evelyn to finish the task," I then set my eyes on Evelyn muttering words through her mouth while hidden in a corner.

"You like her don't you?" Seeing as Jonathan was being an expert marksman and Ferrous just as brutal, I feel like I could ask a joke question. "W-what a-are y-you ta-talking ab-about!" O'Connell stammered all the way through his sentence. This is comedy! Seeing a brave unyielding protagonist flustered is quite funny, like those anime where the protagonists hasn't got the courage to admit their love and its just hilarious seeing them act all red near their crushes.

"I see the way you look at her," I had to try my hardest to stifle my laughter, O'Connell's mentally blushing and is starting to get very agitated. "Av-Avter, do-don't w-we h-have th-things t-to d-do!" he stuttered and ran off out of sight and out of mind. I can't hold back anymore, laughing my hardest as I make my way to Evelyn.

I heard O'Connell shout in the distance, "DAMN YOU AVTER!" Very, very, amusing, I chuckled once more and quickly arrived in front of Evelyn saying out Ancient Egyptian sentences that I can't possible comprehend. "Have you found the right one yet," I asked quietly and saw that Imhotep is still overseeing the battle between Ferrous and the undead.

"I once new a man like you! He too has got red eyes and strange powers. Too bad he's weak and can't see the power of immortality given to him by the Gods as a gift. Instead, he chose to throw it away to live as a mortal together with his wife! But me, I'm immortal and my wife will soon be the same, we will live together for eternity ruling over the lands and shaping reality!"

"That was quite a monologue and no I haven't found the right sentence," even I have to admit that very long paragraph is showy and degrading, the least of all, it was actually very good and well constructed. Filled with emotions and gestures, Imhotep would make a great public speaker. "استدعيت عربة الموت لجني هدية الخلود (I summon the chariot of Death to reap the gift of immortality)."

As soon as the last few words emptied Evelyn's mouth. The sealed door on top the slope flew open with a bang. Inside it, a blue reality where countless souls are trying to escape only to be held back by chains and fiery torture. A chariot of blue black, ridden by a blue skeleton and pulled by 6 blue skeletal horses emerged from within.

"انتهى الخلود الخاص بك إمحوتب (Your immortality has expired Imhotep)."