𝗜𝗠𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗣 [𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄] ✔️

CHAPTER ONE

England. 1933, Present Day. Evelyn running at the corridor as she been looking the principal office. Panting. She leaned on the wall and slowly she walk searching.

An second pass she found the room, reaching the knob. She burst the door open and saw the mid age woman who stared at her back.

She chuckled. "Hello". She dragged the chair. "I am Evelyn. Dakota mum".

"I know. You know why you're here, Ms. Carnahan?''

She shake head no. "Because of your son, Dakota. I can't let your son behave like this. He will ruin his own reputation and my school. This is London. A place people like to see. The culture and history. The King and The Queen".

Evelyn frowned, spoke. "Are you saying Dakota caused all of this problem and changed history? Is that what you suggest? What you gonna do, you want Dakota out of your school because he'd just ruin history. That pathetic reason!"

"I'm not saying Dakota ruined history or destroyed England. Not even I tried to move him out of my school. I just want him to act like a normal boy".

"Dakota is normal. He's not disabled".

The principal sighed. Smile, she looks at Evelyn.

"Dakota is a brilliant, talented boy I've never seen in my life. Compared to other students he's the best. Your book told us everything. Story about a woman who survives from the mummies, her adventures with her brother and the help of Medjai. The book is brilliant and the Scarlet O'Brian character is based on you".

"So, what do you suggest?" she asked the principal. "Honestly Scarlet O'Brian is a completely different person. And I am just dumb single mother who work as librarian in London. Is there anything you want from me, Mrs Gale? If you're not, can I take my son home".

Moments later. Evelyn drove the car beside her Dakota. The only child she had been forced to share a flesh and blood with Imhotep. Thank god Dakota is beautiful like her. Strong, built body like Imhotep. Shift the gear as the wheel turns around the corner.

"Mrs Gale says you are a brilliant, talented boy. She called me to come to school and she told me that". take a glance over him. "What did you do?" silent. "I'll tell you what, Dakota. Because I am hungry and we need to eat".

"I didn't do anything wrong". Evelyn hears him whisper. "He deserved that, really he was. George. He's the bully".

She knows who Dakota spoke about. George Ethan, the son of a merchandise family. The boy's parents are always not at home. He will see them like - never.

"Sometimes I feel pity for him".

She turned to him. "Why?"

"He never knew what love was. Look at his parents, he is just home alone. I am lucky to have you, mum".

Evelyn smiles proudly, reaching his hand then she grips it gently.

"You do the right thing. Poor that boy. You punched him?" he nodded yes. "Thought so. Broken nose I think, who cares. You're my boy, Dakota. I know the thing you need to know from me because I know you won't be ready to hear it".

"About my dad? I really want to know about him just.."

Late at night. Carnahan's house. Jonathan half drunk entering the house, he caught a figure sit front of fireplace. Shut the door behind, he walk towards her.

"Evie?" drop both his knee beside her. "Are you alright?" he ask. "Is Dakota alright?" he asked again. Try to studied her face but he can't because his drunk.

"Your smell stinks, Jonathan. No. Dakota is fine, he is asleep. Just this.." she never tried to mention Imhotep to Dakota. She really doesn't want Imhotep being part of Dakota life, for her Imhotep are the walking dead whom accidently being brought to life.

She brought Imhotep to live. "I brought a new curtain".

Her finger pointed at the window. "You change the topic. Even though I am half drunk I know what you want to say, Evie".

"Isn't it beautiful?" Jonathan stares at her. "Fine. I'd just.. I don't want Dakota to know about his dad. I don't want him to know what Imhotep did to me before he was born. I want him to know that Imhotep lived a thousand year ago before we were even born".

"What do you think about that? Tell Dakota or not".

She rose up from where she sat, and walked to the kitchen. Jonathan followed her. He suddenly felt hungry as he entered the kitchen. Evelyn left him food knowing Jonathan always gets hungry at night.

He dragged the chair, enjoying his food.

"You will get used to it someday, Evie. He had the right to know about him. Dead or alive. Imhotep blood running inside him".

Midnight. Dakota rolls over on his right then to his left side. He felt something bothering him while he was asleep. But what is it? Who?

He heard these whispers, the same voice repeated. Male. Every night inside his bedroom. Who is he? What does he want from him? Did he know him? Where does the voice come from? Too many questions to ask, so he wanted an answer for himself.

Dakota jolted from his bed as he looked around the room. Nothing. There's no one he couldn't see standing or hiding in his room, though it was Jonathan knowing he was always back home late.

Glance up at the clock, push the cover then he walks downstairs to the kitchen. His throat is dry and he needs water or perhaps orange juice at night.

"Can't sleep?" he jolted back. His eyes see Evelyn sitting on top of the counter table eating ice cream.

Smile.

She shovels the ice cream inside her mouth. "Hungry? There's leftover food if you want. Your Uncle Jonathan just went to his room, half drunk". She studied him. "Are you alright, Dakota?"

He walks to the fridge, grabs a carton of orange juice, then he pours it inside the glass and drains it. Then he dragged the chair, sit on it.

"The voice keeps coming to me".

"What voice?"

"A whisper. Same whispers, same voice through my head. Wonder who is him. Where did he come from".

Evelyn licked her lips. Laid the ice cream on the counter. She had the same experience like Dakota has right now, that the voice, a whisper, kept coming to her every night.

Well, she knows who that voice was, the whispers belong to, Imhotep.

Her eyes suddenly widened. Did Imhotep try to talk with Dakota from the underworld, are there any telephone lines in the underworld.

How's that possible?

"What does it say?" she asked.

"Just whispers. I couldn't hear that much".

She smiles, glances over the clock. "You should sleep, Dakota. Tomorrow still school just ignore that whisper, the voice in your head. There's nothing you have to worry about as long as it doesn't try to hurt you while you sleep".

"It bothers me".

"Like I say.. ignore it. I don't want to hear any of your teachers or your principal talk about you behind my back". she wink. "Because I don't have time to rush over to your school, there are a lot of inscriptions I need to figure out. There is a new book coming and I need to translate it. Off you go".

He pushed the chair slowly, dragging his feet walking upstairs. Evelyn hears the door shut from upstairs.

Sighed.

Shaking her head. Did Imhotep really try to communicate with Dakota from the underworld? What does he want from her son, bringing him back to the world?

It won't happen, she won't let it happen. Not even Ardeth if he finds out about this, he won't allow Imhotep to rise again. Not ever he will. Been over a year since the last time she saw Ardeth in Hamunaptra.

How is he doing?