We were currently walking under the blaring, Egyptian sun to the Cairo Prison and Evie was rousing Jonathan, because he had told us the 'truth' or...what seems to be the 'truth.' I honestly thought he was better than the type of person who would lie to his own sisters. "You stole it from some drunk at the local Cahbah!?"
"Well, yes and no..." He stammered nervously whilst we glared daggers into his sinner's soul. We arrived at the front office, and told the Warden that we wanted to see a, 'Rick O-Connell.' He nodded, sent word to his guards to bring the man to the 'visiting' yard, (I truly do not know) and off we were to this 'visiting' yard to meet a complete stranger about a single, bloodly box.
"Come, come, step over the threshold." The Warden greeted us with a wave of his arms: "Welcome to Cairo Prison; my humble home." He then walked quite a bit ahead of us, allowing us time to whisper to Jonathan some more.
"You told us that you got in at a dig, down at Thebes." Evie growled lowly.
"Well, I was mistaken." He replied, trying to avoid her deadly gaze.
"So, you really did lie to us!? Your own sisters?!" She continued.
"I lie to everybody, what makes you two so special?" He huffed, getting more and more annoyed by this conversation.
"Again, Jonathan; we're your sisters!" I huffed.
"That just makes you both more gullible." He shrugged again. Before we could continue anymore, we noticed the Warden had stopped at the cell, so we did too.
"Now, what, exactly, is this man in prison for?" Evie questioned, with her hands on her hips all sassy-like.
"This, I do not know, so when I got the chance when I talked with the guards, I asked them that same question." He explained as we waited for the guards to bring Mr. O-Connell.
"And?" Evie urged him to go on.
"He said he was just looking for a good time." The Warden shrugged and turned to the inside of the cell, where a door was being pulled open by some guards. He and Jonathan didn't see Evie's face turn a bit sour and disgusted. The man was pulled in and then thrown roughly to the bars, close to us. His hair was brown, tattered and long and he had handcuffs on his hands.
"This is the man that you stole from?" Evie whispered to Jonathan.
"Yes, exactly, so why don't we just..." Jonathan began, before he was cut off by Mr. O-Connell.
"Who are you?" He asked Jonathan, squinting his eyes, probably from his hair in his face and the blaring sunlight in his eyes. "And who are the broads?"
"Broads?!" Evie exclaimed, outraged.
"I'm Melissa, pleasure." I nodded. I'm honestly used to this kind of talk from delivery men. Evie hasn't interacted with any of them before, so she doesn't know.
"Yes, yes. These are my sisters, and as you already know, that's Melissa." Jonathan spoke, pointing to me, then pointing to Evie, "And that's Evelyn. I'm just a local Missionary chap, 'ya know? Spreading the good word." He nodded vigorously, eager to save his own skin as fast as possible.
"How do you do?" Evie, asked politely, but it seemed she still was over the whole 'broads' thing.
"Nice to meet 'ya." I spoke through my muffling mask.
"Hm. Well, they're not total losses, I guess." Mr. O-Connell shrugged.
"I beg your parden?!" Evie exclaimed with shock.
"I am not a total loss, thank-you, Mr. O-Connell." I remarked back sassily.
"That weird mask says a little otherwise, Miss Melissa." He grinned cheekily with a raise of his eyebrows. I huffed and crossed my arms, mumbling curses at him, which he obviously ignored. There seemed to be a prison commotion somewhere in the yard, so the Warden excused himself and went to deal with this brawl. Jonathan whispered quite quickly and quietly to us:
ESTÁS LEYENDO
✘ 'The Journey.' The Mummy, Ardeth Bay x OC Soulmate!
Fanfiction(Discontinued) When your soulmate gets a tattoo, you get that same tattoo on that same spot on your skin. Right? Or if they were to be injured, you'd get the scar or fading bruise...right? Okay. So, with this obvious information I'll begin piece...
