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     Alex woke up with a start. For a minute, he wasn’t sure where he was. Then, the previous day’s events came back to him and his eyes began to fill. He ordered himself to stop. He had done enough crying, wiping his tears on the pillow, only to cry again during the night and he didn’t want to anymore. Besides mourning for his parent’s, Alex thought of Imhotep and his grief turned to rage. Why should that mummy be allowed to live and his parents die? Alex vowed that he would finish him off, but where was he?

He turned to his manacle, furious “This was all your fault!” He said. “Why didn’t you help me then? Why won’t you help me now?” As if an answer to his question, the manacle burned brightly and an image was shown. Alex could see a temple with a moon symbol over it and he could see Imhotep getting younger. He also saw himself tied to an altar and could see magic consume him. Just then the image disappeared. Filled with hope, Alex left the room excited.

     When Alex entered his uncle’s room, he could see Johnathan sitting near the small table his head buried in his hands. Johnathan looked up at the boy’s arrival, his eyes were red rimmed and his chin unshaven. Alex stepped over two whiskey bottles to sit next to his uncle. “Sleep well?” Johnathan asked. Alex looked down not responding. “Me neither,” Johnathan answered. “Feel like breakfast?” Alex nodded while Johnathan stood and put two eggs in a skillet and watched them cook for a few minutes. When he was finished he set them down next to himself and Alex. Despite Johnathan’s best efforts the two only nibbled at their food lost in their own thoughts.

“Uncle Johnathan,” Alex said excited. “The manacle gave me an image. I saw Imhotep in a temple!”

“No,” Johnathan said quietly.

“But, we can find him and-“ Alex began eagerly.

“I said no,” Johnathan said this time more firmly. “You heard what I said to Ardeth last night.”

“How did you know I was listening?” Alex said innocently.

“Because I know you,” Johnathan replied shortly. “Alex, I’m serious. This has got to end, I don’t think that I can do this anymore. I’m tired physically, mentally, emotionally. And all right, I’ll admit it, I am scared. Don’t look at me like that, not for me. But, I’m scared for you. We already lost your mum and dad. I don’t want to lose you too.”

Alex looked down in silence keeping his eye on the eggs. He played with them a little with his fork, before talking again. “All right, I’m sorry,” he said slowly. “I won’t go.”

“Thank you,” Jonathan said.

“What’s going to happen to us?” Alex asked.

“Well, we’ll probably go back to England,” Jonathan answered. “I’ll look for a job, an honest one. It’s about time I left the roguish life behind.”

“Won’t you miss it?” Alex asked.

Jonathan laughed. “What? Miss being chased by cops, gangsters, and bill collectors? Not on your life.”

Alex looked down. “Can I take Tut?”

Jonathan smiled. “Of course you can. Now, come on I’m full and our train leaves in about two hours. Let’s get ready to go.” The two cleaned up their breakfast and went to their separate rooms to pack.

         Colin slumped down on a bench tired and drained. He tried to sort out his feelings all night, but found it was impossible. He tried to reassure himself by saying that Rick and Evy O’Connell deserved to die, but he knew that it wasn’t true. He tried telling himself to be grateful that he was still alive, but those words did little to comfort him. The truth was two good people were dead and he helped kill them.

He buried his head in his hands and just sat alone and paralyzed. After a few minutes, he stood wanting to find something, anything to get his mind off the bad feelings. Through the corner of his eye, he saw a bookstore. He shrugged and walked towards it.

The bell gave a little jingle as he walked in. Colin gingerly browsed through the shelves glancing at the titles. Ever since he was a kid, he often read to escape his troubles maybe it would prove to be a cure now. He walked past the fiction section with nothing really catching his eye, and to the theology and religion section. His hand brushed past the Qua’rans, and Bibles, but then saw a small black book that he remembered from his past: The Kaddish, the Hebrew Book of the Dead! Colin remembered that when he was a boy, his father, Arthur, would continuously pray in times of a crisis. Sometimes no matter what dire situation they were in his father would return from synagogue completely relaxed and hopeful which were rare times indeed, since his father was normally a very temperamental worrisome man. Colin pulled the book from the shelves and paid for it. He stepped outside and walked until he was in a private area and then opened the book and read from it. He pictured The O’Connells in his head. “Shabbat Shalom,” he recited. “May Peace be with you,” He continued to recite The Kaddish until he finished the ceremony. When he finished he closed the book, not feeling one hundred percent better or certain, but a lot more hopeful.

      When Colin arrived in Imhotep’s lair, he found the mummy in the middle of a spell the eyes glowed with an eerie golden light. As the mummy recited, his form transformed from the half undead creature to the human looking man that he was. When he recovered he sighed with relief. “Now, I am finished and all I need is the manacle,” he said.

“But Im-uh Master,” Colin said. “What do you need the manacle for? Aren’t you at full power?”

Imhotep sighed bored. “I need the manacle so I can transfer that power into mine,” the mummy explained.

“But what about Ale-uh, the boy,” Colin asked not wanting to find out. “Won’t it kill him?”

“Yes of course,” Imhotep answered flatly. “It will drain him of his life essence until he is nothing but decayed rotting shell.” Colin gulped as Imhotep laughed and called his jackal like minions to him. “Find the boy, I need him to conduct the ceremony by the time the sun is high. I will send more to find his guardian! If he gets in the way, kill him!” So saying the minions turned into human form and disappeared. Colin curled up next to a wall unsure of what to do, until Imhotep called him over. “Oh Weasler, that is twice you have disagreed with me,” he said. “Don’t disappoint me again or I may decide your usefulness has ended.” Colin gulped and leaned against the wall.

        Jonathan and Alex waited at the train station for the train to arrive. People walked in and out of the station collecting their bags, or taking tickets. Alex poked Jonathan on the shoulder. “What about the manacle?” he asked.

Jonathan shrugged. “Maybe, we’ll say it’s a souvenir. You may start a fashion trend,” he glanced over to a refreshment stand. “I’m thirsty? Want a drink?”

Alex nodded as Jonathan left to get the drinks. Alex saw his chance. He carefully leaned over to Tut’s cage and undid the latch. Tut struggled with the door slightly and leaped out. “Uncle Jonathan!” Alex called. “Tut got out! Can I go get him?”

Jonathan watched the retreating mongoose. He sighed. The kid lost enough already. “Okay, you can look for him. But you be back here in fifteen minutes even if you don’t find him got it?” Alex nodded and ran off. “I’ll get you a dog or something!” Jonathan called to his nephew.

Alex ran with the cage in tow. When he approached and alley he gave a strange whistle. Tut instantly responded and leaped into his cage. “Good boy,” Alex whispered. He then turned to the direction from which he came. “I’m sorry Uncle Jonathan,” he said. But Alex knew that he had to find Imhotep and if Jonathan wasn’t going to help him, then he had to go alone.

He was about to leave the alley when he saw three strange men. There was something about their faces like they weren’t really men. Alex had been on the run from Imhotep long enough to know what his henchmen looked like. He gently lay Tut’s cage on the ground and then followed them manacle ready.

He pointed at one of the men, “Okay fellas you are going to take me to Imhotep and you are not going to give me any trouble got it?” The men turned and smiled wickedly at him. They approached Alex and he aimed his manacle. “Condentrate,” he thought. “Let all energy flow through the manacle and release!” When he finished a blast emerged from the manacle burning one of the minions. The minion gave out an ear-piercing scream and shriveled to a skeleton. Satisfied Alex approached the remaining minions and once again aimed at them. “Okay, fellas you’ll get more of the same,” he dared. He fired, but this time nothing came out. He tried again, and still nothing. “Best two out of three,” he said weakly, but the minions approached him and grabbed him.

    Colin was aroused from his sleep by Imhotep’s minions arriving and noisily placing their bundle in front of the mummy. “Let me go!” Alex demanded as the minions released him. For the first time, Alex saw Imhotep. He ran up to the mummy eyes blazing and pounded him with his fists. “You murderer!” he yelled. “You killed my parents! I’ll see you in hell for this!”

“Maybe, you would like to join them,” Imhotep smoothly replied. He snapped his fingers and Alex was thrown back. Suddenly, an altar appeared and four shackles appeared to bind Alex’ arms and legs. He struggled and cursed at Imhotep, but the mummy laughed. He placed the Eyes on a pointy ornament over Alex’s head. “Soon, the ceremony will begin,” Imhotep said. Through the corner of his eye, the mummy saw Colin sneaking away. “Weasler, where are you going?”

Colin attempted an evil laugh. “Oh, well, I am just getting some fresh air before the big event, Master.” Imhotep’s eyes narrowed and Colin tensed for a moment, but instead the mummy just waved for him to leave. Colin waited until he was far from Imhotep’s sight before he broke into a run. I must be mad, he thought, That’s it the only solution. I’m mad, I just hope I won’t be too late!

            Jonathan looked down at his watch getting more and more frustrated. Fifteen minutes had come and gone, but still no trace of Alex! Damn, where is that kid?, he thought. The train pulled into the station with a deafening roar and the conductor called everyone to come aboard. Well I can’t very well leave without him, Jonathan thought as he gathered their bags and left the station to look for his nephew. He was so caught up in his search that he didn’t notice the three strange men following him.

“Alex!” Jonathan called. “Where are you, lad?”

He felt someone jab him on the shoulder. Jonathan whirled around. “You know Alex I really don’t like-“ He then saw three sinister looking men standing behind him and he laughed weakly. “I don’t think you’re him,” he said.

Jonathan then readied his fists and punched one of the men. The man grabbed Jonathan by the wrist so hard it hurt and then forced him to the ground. “Okay no one told me you blokes can do that.” He stepped back as he heard as they approached him. Just then they heard a loud cry from the streets. Ardeth ran to Jonathan’s side, scimitar in hand and aimed it at the men. He shot at one between the eyes and it fell to the ground.

“Didn’t I tell you that I didn’t want you bothering us anymore,” Jonathan reminded him.

“Yes, I’m sure you could have taken care of Imhotep’s minions on your own,” Ardeth sarcastically answered as he hit the other one.

“I could have if you hadn’t shown up,” Jonathan said grabbing Ardeth’s scimitar and firing at one that was about to attack the Med-Jai.

“Where’s Alex?” Ardeth asked. “They could only mean they were after him.”

Jonathan’s heart leaped into his throat. “He went looking for-“ Just then he heard a pitiful familiar cry coming from a nearby alley. Curiously, Jonathan poked his head in the alley and saw the little mongoose pacing in his cage. “-Tut,” Jonathan finished and a terrible thought occurred to him. “Oh dear God! He’s going after Imhotep!”

Ardeth started. “Are you sure? Going after Imhotep by himself, it’s dangerous and foolish!”

“Have you just met my nephew?” Jonathan asked incredulously. “He takes after his parents doesn’t he?” The two then ran from the alley with Ardeth holding Tut’s cage calling for Alex.

     After a few hours, their search proved useless. Jonathan slumped against the wall, worried and frustrated. “We must have searched everywhere in this damn city and not a trace of him!” he said. “Where could he be?”

“We have to keep looking,” Ardeth reassured him. “But if we don’t find him, we must also go after Imhotep. We can’t give up the fight.”

Jonathan glared at Ardeth, his eyes narrowed. “I am warning you, that boy is all I have in this world! If we don’t find him, I won’t see any point in continuing at all!”

“I know where he is,” a meek voice called from behind an alley. Ardeth and Jonathan turned to the shadow from which it came. Colin carefully stepped out.

Furious, Jonathan grabbed Alex and threw him to a wall. “You son of a bitch! What have you done with my nephew?” he screamed at him and hitting him. Ardeth had to hold him back.

“Where is he?” Ardeth asked.

Colin stood up. “Imhotep has him, He’s in a temple outside of town and Imhotep is going to use him in a ritual. You better hurry, it will be at noon.”

“Why should we believe you?” Jonathan asked.

“I want to help,” Colin replied.

Jonathan laughed a very frightening laugh and then took out his gun and aimed it at Colin. “Correction,” he said sharply. “Your boss decided your usefulness has ended, so you decided to switch sides under the mistaken belief that the good guys wouldn’t kill you! Maybe, I’ll just save Imhotep the trouble!” He pointed the gun at Colin’s neck and the archaeologist screamed.

Ardeth put his hands on his friend’s shoulder. “Let him go, Jonathan,” he said. “You said so yourself that Alex is all you have in this world. Do you want to give up the only chance to rescue him?” Mechanically, Jonathan lowered the gun and Ardeth turned to Colin. “Why don’t you come with us?”

Colin laughed nervously. “Me? I came to you, hoping that you would do your do-gooder thing and you would take care of it. I was hoping taking a more leading –managing position.”

Jonathan once again raised his gun at Colin. “I think that you had better lead us there,” Ardeth dryly said.

“And remember one thing, Weasler,” Jonathan told him. “Should you try to betray us to your boss you had better entertain the image of this gun pointed at your head!”

        “I may kill you yet, Weasler, I have my gun ready!” Jonathan said as the three drove in the car that Jonathan stole to get to the temple. They had been driving for several minutes and weren’t there yet.

“We’re almost there,” Colin answered driving but finding it difficult with Jonathan and Ardeth staring at him. “There we are,” he said as he pulled into the temple. The three men jumped out and Jonathan left the cage with Tut in the jeep.

“Imhotep will be expecting me,” Colin said. “You two sneak around the back.” The three entered the main temple and Ardeth and Jonathan hid in the shadows as Colin stood next to the mummy while the mummy began to perform his ceremony. Alex continued to struggle in his prison while a beam of light from the sun came down through the Eyes and onto the manacle. The beam then encircled Imhotep as he recited his voice getting louder.

Jonathan was ready to fire his gun, but Ardeth held him back. “We need a plan,” he said. “I’ll take care of Imhotep you use something to conduct that ray off of the eyes like that shield on the floor.” Jonathan almost opened his mouth to protest, but thought better of it. He sneaked by the walls taking great care that he wouldn’t be seen. He saw the shield that Ardeth pointed at and picked it up with his foot and then knelt down and picked it up. He edged closer to the altar, feeling his body tense with nerves. Then mustering all the courage he had left, he took out the shield and put it right above the Eyes blocking their view. The magic was suddenly cut! Annoyed Imhotep looked up at the human. “You,” he screamed.

Ardeth let out a battle cry and leaped from his position. He raised his scimitar and prepared to attack Imhotep. The mummy laughed and released several minions to attack Ardeth. The Med Jai struggled to fight them, but they outnumbered him.

“You bastard!” Jonathan yelled and tried to attack Imhotep, but the mummy grabbed the Englishman by the arm and forced him on the ground.

The mummy laughed. “Looks like you are out of options,” he said and almost continued the ritual.

“Not quite Imhotep,” Colin called and picked up the shield this time not only blocking the sun beam from Alex but pointing at Imhotep, so it burned him. With a scream the mummy transformed into a whirlwind and blew away knocking Colin, Jonathan, and Ardeth to the ground. Ardeth’s adversaries disappeared, so he ran after the mummy trying to find him.

“Now Carnahan,” Colin yelled. Jonathan ran to Alex’s side and undid the chains. When the boy finally stood, Jonathan embraced him tightly. “What if anything happened to you?,” he said. “What if I couldn’t get to you? I might have lost you forever!”

“I’m sorry Uncle Jonathan,” Alex said. “I had to face him! I had to!”

“No you didn’t,” Jonathan corrected his nephew. “You could have gone back to England and been safe with me.”

“I wouldn’t have been safe,” Alex said.

Ardeth ran back in the temple. “Imhotep disappeared. He’s still out there.”

“I want to find him,” Alex said. The three adults stared at the boy. “Not for revenge, I’m past that. I don’t want anyone to lose their families the way, the way, I did and it wouldn’t be right to leave him out there.”

Ardeth smiled. “You have learned rather quickly. I would like to continue training you if you will let me.”

Alex nodded. “I would like that, but,” he turned to Jonathan. “I won’t go unless you come with us.”

Jonathan sighed and looked at his nephew for a long time in silence. “How did you get to be so damn smart? You didn’t learn it from me, that’s for sure. You grew up way too fast,” he looked down. “Oh bloody Hell, this growing up thing can’t be too difficult can it?”

Ardeth turned to Colin. “What about you?”

Colin blushed rather embarrassed. “I don’t know. Imhotep won’t welcome me back, that’s for sure, not that I would welcome it of course. I guess I will go back to England maybe get my old job back at the Museum.” He turned away to leave.

“You know,” Alex said. “Now that Mom’s gone we could probably use someone who knows a lot about archaeology and dead languages and stuff.”

“What?” Colin asked.

“What?” Jonathan repeated this time more incredulously.

Ardeth nodded. “And of course, someone who knows Imhotep’s moves is always an advantage.”

“Really? You serious?” Colin asked a little more helpful.

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” Jonathan interjected.

Ardeth and Alex nodded and Colin looked the three in the eye. “If Imhotep learns that I have officially joined you, my life could be over too,” he said slowly, but then broke into a smile. “I can’t be in any more trouble than I am now!”

Jonathan sighed. “Bloody hell, one for all and all for one, eh?”

Ardeth nodded. “Come let us leave here, we have much to do.” The Med Jai and Colin were the first to leave the temple talking the entire way. Jonathan was about to follow when he turned to Alex who stood staring at the altar. “Coming lad?” he called to his nephew.

Alex nodded. “Yeah, just give me a minute.” He approached the altar and kneeled down picturing his parents looking down at him. “I love you Mom and Dad,” he whispered. “Thank you for everything.” After a few minutes he got up and followed his uncle out the temple. He wasn’t completely sure, but as he left he felt two hands lightly touch his shoulder and two presences behind him smiling.

                                                      The End

Another turning point a fork stuck in the road

Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go

So make the best of this test and don’t ask why

It’s not a question, but a lot to learn in time

It’s something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right

I hope you had the time of your life

So take the photographs and still frames in your mind

Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time

Tattoos of memories dead skin of the trials

For what it’s worth it was worth all the while

It’s something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right

I hope you had the time of your life

It’s something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right

I hope you had the time of your life

It’s something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right

I hope you had the time of your life.

                               ~ “(Good Riddance) Time of Your Life” by Green Day