: : Summary : : Evelyn's POV of the (almost) final scene of the movie. And a little dramatical edge added to Imhotep's last moments.
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When I had seen him, hanging by only his elbows and fingers, moments away from instant death I had been filled with an indescribable feeling of terror. I couldn't live without my husband. Not a day. Without his love I was nothing. The best part was that he returned each emotion measure by measure. When Anuk-su-namun had stabbed me, all I could think about was wanting to see him one more time. As Rick lowered me to the ground I had been grateful for his love, and our beautiful son, and thankful that it was me who was dying instead of him.
As he hung over the side, he had yelled at me to run, the thought barely even registered in my mind. There was only one way for me to go, and that was wherever he was going. I sent my son a silent thought for him to live long and love with all his heart and moved. As I dashed toward Rick, the falling debris had scratched me, and at the moment by entire body was on fire with pain. But I had Rick. And that was all that mattered.
It was then I heard Imhotep's cries, "Anuk-su-namun! Help me!" He too was hanging over the edge, his feet dangling in a pit of undead souls trying to pull him in. I turned to see my rival, and once almost step-mother appraising the situation with her eyes. Her cold eyes. I didn't doubt that Imhotep loved her, but my thoughts on her were much more harsh. I believe that she was one to lust, not love. In the past she lusted after the unattainable man who could provide her with adventure, and in the future she
lusted after the power that came with that same man. She may have loved him at one point, yes, but as I watched her I knew that the love had long since faded. But for some reason. . .some reason I wanted Anuk-su-namun to save him. For as I looked into Imhotep's eyes I saw my own beloved husband reflected in them. More so, I saw myself. He loved. It was no crime. He would do anything for love, and he did. He died, killed, betrayed, not the most honourable of deeds, but certainly fuelled by love.
Time seemed to still as I awaited for her answer. During this period, Rick had been kissing my hair and forehead roughly, whispering I love you's and scolding me for putting myself in danger, but he had now noticed the happenings
around him. Suddenly she shrieked a loud refusal and turned on her heel, running away from the scene, running from love, running from Imhotep. I turned quickly to see Imhotep's reaction, and was shocked. His eyes locked with mine, red rimmed as if close to tears. I could see the torment in his soul that the woman who killed my former father had so brutally placed there. I noticed he had a good hold on the ledge, if he found the strength within, he could pull himself to safety.
But as I looked at him, I knew. He was nothing without her. Just as I would die without my husband, he would die without that wench. My fingers sought out my husband's and once I found them, they linked together. I mouthed softly, "I'm sorry."
He looked at us once more, our love had survived, but his had not. Then he let go of the ledge and fell. And Imhotep was gone, the lost souls screeching in delight at their new arrival.
Rick then grabbed me, pulling me up so we could begin our escape, but somewhere, somehow, I could hear Imhotep's voice. No longer shaking with power and anger, but soft and void of emotion.
"I'm sorry too Nerfertiti, I'm sorry too."
The End