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Temple

Chapter 1

HE WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED

Clarissa sat in a dark office room with her clients. Her white hair was placed in a messy bun with a golden clip holding it in place. She wore a lovely dark blue dress that complimented her eyes (which were an ice blue) and a golden necklace with wings sprouting from the sides with tear shape charms on the tips of both the wings and one from the Sapphire, which was mounted in the middle.

"Why is it that you have requested my services gentlemen?" she asked as she took a sip of some white wine from her glass. The very jester of power made it seem that it was they that was visiting her and not the other way around. The goatee man in the middle (who seemed to be the leader) cleared his throat before looking back at her.

"Well, you see Miss. Nightshade, I have been trying to get my hands on a...certain artifact. My previous attempts have turned out to be unsuccessful; I heard that you could help me. You are widely known to be successful in any job that you are given, hence is why I am asking for your services today," the man paused to brush his goatee before he continued, "how much do you charge for you services?"

Clarissa sat down her glass as she looked at the man, "It depends on what the job is," she stated as she leaned in with interest.

The man gave a cough before turning away from her predator gaze, "Ah, well, I seek the bracelet of Anubis," he looked back at her with a hard gaze, "I already know the exact location of the bracelet, all I need you to do is retrieve it from the—"

"—No," she stated flatly as her gaze went from that of interest to one of complete boredom. The man gave her a shocked expression, as if he had never been told no in his whole life.

"B-but Miss. Nightshade! We are willing to p-pay you any price you wish for b-bringing us the a-artifact back safely miss. And u-hh—", was all he got out before she put her hand up to halt his stuttering mess of words.

"I am sorry sir, I will do many things such as assassinations and stealing," she gave him a long, hard pause that made him sweat, "but I draw the line when it comes to upsetting the gods. I do not wish to have them on my bad side sir; if you know what I mean." She stood up fluidly, her hand extended towards the man; the man took her hand shakily—but not before he wiped his face off with his handkerchief. She grabbed her coat from the back of the chair as she began to walk towards the door; she stopped at the office door that was held opened to her and looked back at the frightened man.

"Oh, and sir. May I suggest getting some fools to retrieve your precious bracelet? I doubt you would be able to get anything better for such a senseless task you ask for," she chuckled; then she was gone.

A few days later.

The door to the mansion slammed open as a hunched over figure staggered in while clutching their left arm. The figure hastily made their way over to one of the table lamps and switched it on. The dim light from the lamp revealed Clarissa clutching a bloody arm.

I hissed through clenched teeth as I pried the bullet from my bloody left arm. I caught my breath for a moment before letting out a sigh, knowing that the hard part was over. After cleaning and stitching up the wound I bound it in a cloth bandage. I laid back in the chair breathing out a sigh of relief at that being over with.

I got up from the chair and walked over to the closet and put on a simple, white choli and a pair of matching shalwar trousers. My body leaned against the wall as every muscle in my body screamed in pain. Slowly, I trudged over to the bed and plopped down on the welcoming, plush mattress. As my eyes began to droop shut, a loud crash came from down stairs. Cursing, I got up, tied a sash around my waist. Putting two Khepeshes on the sash along with a pouch full of bullets. I then went to grab two pistols and a large, two foot long Shamshir (with a golden blade, an Egyptian styled handle with blue on it, and an Eye of Horus charm with a Sapphire in the middle of the eye) that I strapped onto my back before leaving the safety of the room. Stealthily, I walked through the halls until I got to the source of the crash, the entry hall.

There were men in red Arabian uniforms with guns and swords, searching the first floor. I stayed hidden behind one of the large white pillars that were near the main staircase. One of the men was whispering harshly at the one near the broken vase before getting back to their search.

"But what are they looking for," I mumbled to myself.

"Well of course, you my dear," my eyes widened as I spun around to be greeted by a gun barrel to my face.

"Why?" I glared up at the man as I spoke with venom in my voice; the man was a tall, black man with a deep voice and slightly different attire from the rest of them. He must be of a higher status than the others I thought. The man then said something in Arabic to the others and a couple of them came and stood behind me.

"Orders," he simply stated as he cocked his gun. I did the first thing that came to my mind; I stomped on his foot and rolled out of the way. The man cursed as he turned around and began to shoot at me as I ran.

He growled when he ran out of bullets and threw his gun before turning with a swish of his cloak and ordering the others to shoot. I hid behind another one of the pillars and pull out my pistols. Looking behind the pillar I saw the dark man leaving.

"No you don't!" I hissed as I shot at him. The bullet grazed his arm, which made him hiss in pain and look back at me with pure hatred. I could tell he wanted to kill me himself, but he was debating against something else before he finally made his decision and left the house rather loudly.

I was about to jump over the railing and run after him, but I had forgotten about the others. One of their bullets grazed my just freshly bandaged left arm. Looking over my shoulder I glared at them before I began to shoot round after round at them. A couple of them fell but there was still a good amount of them left.

Damn! They really aren't playing around. I continued to shoot till I ran out of ammo. Cursing to myself I threw the guns and pulled out my two Khepeshes and rushed at the group. They weren't going to get away alive, not if I had anything to say about it.

"So who is this guy?" Rick asked Ardeth. Rick was holding a picture of a man with a beard and clothing that looked similar to the ones that the people that took Evie wore.

"I do not know. But wherever this man is, my friend, so surely will be your wife," Ardeth answered a bit rushed.

Alex peeked over his father arm to get a look at the photo. All the sudden the child snatched the picture from his father and stared at it wide eyed.

"I know who he is! He's the curator over at the British Museum!" Alex exclaimed. Ardeth rushed over to Alex and put his hand on the boys shoulder, looking at him.

"Are you sure?" he asked. Though before he got an answer from the boy Rick cut him off.

"You bet he's sure. He spends more time there than he does at home," Rick said as he smiled at Alex. He then turned to the other two, "Let's get to the car!"

As the group rushed to the car a thought struck Rick. Normally he would never ask favors from her, but since this was an emergency, the more the better. Once everyone was in the car Rick slammed on the gas and drove out of the drive. Instead of taking a right (towards the British Museum) he took a left instead. Immediately Alex notice and looked at his father oddly.

"Dad! What are you doing, the museum is the other way!" Alex question which got the others to look at him, thinking the same question as Alex.

"Because were going to pick up someone who can help us."

"Who?"

"Your Aunt Clair."

The adrenalin was still rushing through my veins. Blood covered my clothes and my bare feet were standing on guts. Heavy breaths came from my lungs as I looked around at the heaps of dead men all over my house. I was sure that I had gotten all of them, but I didn't let my guard down. Just in case.

As I lowered my Shamshir the front door creaked open. I quickly pulled off a small knife from one of the men and crept along the living room wall till I had a view of the entry hall.

Without thinking I threw the knife at the intruder, though too late I realized who it was. I ran out of the living room and let out a sigh of relief. In front of me was Rick O'Connell and some Arabian guy dressed in black. Rick stared at the knife that was about a centimeter away from his head. I returned my sword to my back as I glared at the two.

"Damn you O'Connell! Give some warning next time, I almost hit you!" I yelled as I looked back and forth from the two. I then noticed that Alex, Evie, nor Jonathan were with him. I looked back at the Arabian guy again. "Who's the guy O' Connell?"

"I should be the one asking you that. Who are your…buddies," he asked as he nudged one with his boot.

"I think there the curators men. I mean they look exactly like the other ones."

"Other ones? What do you mean," it was the other man that was talking now. I looked over at Rick but he just gave me an 'I'll tell you later' look. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the man in black.

"WELL, a couple of days ago I went to go see the curator. He wanted me to find the Bracelet of Anubis for him but I refused. I guess he wanted revenge."

The Arabian man was about to ask another question but then looked at the ground full of the curator's dead men and closed his mouth. Guess that answered his question. I looked back to Rick.

"So how may I help you on this fine evening," I asked sarcastically as I walked over to a table with a bottle of scotch and poured myself a glass. I downed the glass as Rick spoke.

"Evies been kidnapped and I need your help," strait to the point wasn't he? I turned around, giving a look of concern.

"By who?"

"The curator of the British Museum."

Anger immediately replaced my worry. I slammed the glass down on the table and looked back at them with determination.

"I'll help you," I looked at the weapons they had and frowned, "but lets get you guys some new weapons first. I need to grab some anyway." Rick gave me a look but didn't say anything as he followed me to one of the statues of Caesar that stood proudly next to the stairs. I quickly reached under his tunic and ran my hand on the back of his upper thigh until I found the button I was looking for and pushed it.

Part of the staircase collapsed in to make a make shift stairwell leading down a dimly lit, underground tunnel. As I walked down the stairs Rick looked at the Caesar statue with a questioning look before looking back at me.

"Why would you put a button there?"

"Why wouldn't I? No one would really want to look for a button there," I said matter-of-factly as I continued down the hallway. The other two followed quietly behind me.

Soon we came to an intersecting hall that had doors up and down both ends. I immediately turned left and opened the forth door on the right. Inside the room was brightly lit and full of weapons (mostly guns though).

I let the two explore the different weapons as I went over to the cubby where I had a pair of extra clothes and a pair of boots. I really didn't feel, nor had the time to change my clothes. I cleaned off my feet the best that I could with my hand before grabbing the pair of black boots and shoving them on.

I looked back at the two to see that they were grabbing some guns and ammo along with a couple of knives. Turning my attention back to the cubby I took out some gauze wrappings and began to rewrap my old wound and some new ones. As I started wrapping it around my waist I heard the Arabian guy speak.

"Where did you get that mark?"

I looked back at him with a questioning look until I figured out what he was talking about. I instinctively turned my head to look at my back though I knew that I wouldn't be able to see it. But the image of it blinked into my mind; the winged scarab that held the sun with its front claws and the moon with its hind legs, how it was centered on my lower back and outlined in a dark red color. The very image of it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention, as if this marking was a very important piece to something big. I shook off the feeling almost immediately. I turned back to the man, remembering that he was waiting for my answer.

"It's just a birth mark," I shrugged as I went back to wrapping my waist. He walked over to me and I looked up into his chocolate brown eyes.

"That mark is for the temple of the gods," he said and gave me a hopeful look as if I knew what he was talking about.

"That's nice and all but we have bigger problems than a birthmark," I finished up wrapping up my wounds and stood up, looking up into his eyes before walking away and grabbing some weapons.

When we were done getting weapons I walked out of the room and into the room next to where we just were. Inside the new room were display cases that held artifacts. A display case in the middle of the room held the necklace I had worn the day I went to see the curator. The necklace glowed in the light, as if it were alive and glowing with excitement. Walking over to the display case, I took out the necklace and put it around my neck.

Rick and the Arabian man on the other hand stared at the artifacts in complete amazement.

"How—where?" Rick then looked over at one of the display cases and recognized an artifact, "isn't there one like that in the Cairo museum?"

"That is the one from the Cairo museum," I stated before looking at the display cases, looking for something that may be of use to me.

"Isn't that stealing!"

"Isn't that my job!"

"Point taken," Rick grumbled as he looked at the back of my head. The Arabian man gave a questioning look before voicing his question.

"Stealings your job?"

"Ah, well I'm a professional thief I guess you could put it. Quite good at it too I do say so myself," I boasted, a smug look on my face as I opened one display case and took out a matching pair of bracelets.

The bracelets were gold with Old English etched into the inside and outside of the bracelets. They were used to transport the wearer of one of the bracelets to the wearer of the other bracelet. I stared at them, not sure if I would even have a use for them, but a voice in the back of my mind nudged me to take them. I shrugged and put both of the bracelets on my left wrist. I made sure that I had my two gun holsters on my thighs, a belt of ammo strapped around one of my shoulders, my Shamshir strapped to my back, and my two Khepeshes on my hip sash. Turning back to the guys behind me, I smirked in anticipation.

"Alright O'Connell! Lets go get your wife back!"

Clarissa was glad to see Alex and Jonathan again, though they both seemed a bit squeamish around her, being covered in blood and all. While in the car Rick had explained everything to Clarissa, she even found out that the Arabian guys name was Ardeth Bay, a Med-jai that was to make sure that Imhotep stayed in his grave. Though Clarissa pointed out that he wasn't doing a very good job at it.

When the group got to the museum it was eerily quiet. Clarissa squirmed a bit in uneasiness, a foreboding feeling of something dark creeping up her spine. Rick looked to the three in the back seat, but directed most of his attention to Alex.

"Alex I have a big job for you; I need you to stay here and protect the car."

"I can do that!" Jonathan blurted all but too eagerly. Alex on the other hand did not share his views.

"Protect the car? Just because I'm a kid doesn't mean I'm stupid!"

"I know," Rick smiled as he ruffled Alex's hair whom in return gave a dissatisfying grunt. Clarissa cleared her throat to break up their father-son moment.

"Well I don't know about you two but I think we better hurry are asses up and save Eve!" Jonathan visibly gulped at the thought of going into the building and turned to Alex.

"If you see anyone running out screaming; its just me."

"Maybe you should stay here and watch him," Rick said as he pointed to Alex.

"Yeah, now you're talking!" He all but eagerly agreed. Clarissa rolled her eyes at the blond and looked at Rick then to Ardeth.

"Ready," Clarissa nodded to the two before getting out of the car and was shortly joined by the two men. They got their weapons from the back of the car while Clarissa lounged against the side of the car, already prepared for battle. While Ardeth was loading his gun he looked over at Rick and spotted his tattoo. He quickly turned his attention back to the gun.

"Were I to say to you, 'I am a stranger traveling from the east, seeking that which is lost—"

"—Then I would reply, 'I am a stranger traveling from the west, it is I whom you seek.' How do you know that?" Rick gave Ardeth a flabbergasted look as the man grabbed his tattooed wrist.

"Then it is true! You have the sacred mark." Rick quickly took his hand back from the Med-jai. Confusion still imprinted on his face.

"Oh that? Nah that got slapped on me when I was at an orphanage in Cairo." Rick said casually as he went back to work on his weapon.

"That mark means you are a protector of man, a warrior for god—a Med-jai."

"A Med-jai? Rick? You've got to be kidding me!" Both of the men turned to look at Clarissa as she chuckled. Rick snorted at her and went back to his gun while Ardeth continued to stare.

"Why do you both deny your who you are? He is a Med-jai and you are the Temple of the Gods!" Rick looked over at Ardeth as if he had finally said something interesting that didn't pertain to saving his wife.

"Temple of the Gods?"

"Yes, she is the reincarnation of the last temple! Though it's been five thousand years since the temple had last been seen." Clarissa rolled her eyes at being called a temple. She had been called a lot of things but temple was new.

"Me? Temple to the Gods? And what is this temple supposed to do anyway? Sit around and look pretty?" She sarcastically asked though Ardeth chose to ignore it.

"It is the earthly vessel to the Gods, a sacred being blessed with power by the gods themselves."

"Yeah, if I had gods living inside of me I think I would know. Come on lets go!" She walked past the two men who soon began to follow her into the museum. She wanted to hurry up and save Eve, clean up her house, and then get some well-deserved rest.

What she didn't know is that she wouldn't be getting any rest any time soon.

The whole museum was eerily quiet. The lightning brought large, ominous shadows to life for a couple of seconds before they disappeared back into the pitch darkness. And all the mummies were not helping my impression of the museum either. It seemed that every corner we turned there would be a whole new aisle of mummies in glass display cases, looking quite dead, but haunting.

We held our guns out, ready to shoot at the slightest danger. As we walked past a sarcophagus the mummy inside jumped to life! It's squealing breaking the once pregnant silence.

I jolted back into one of the glass display cases and was greeted by another mummy writhing in the glass box, squealing like all the other many mummies in the museum. The two men seemed a bit phased by this but besides that just fine. As if Rick could read my mind he turned to look at me with a smirk.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it."

"I don't think I want to get used to it O'Connell." I looked at the mummies and a shiver ran down my spine. "Lets just hurry up and get to the basement."

"The basement will probably make this place look cozy." Rick said with a bit of amusement.

I didn't say anything else as we got out of the room and began to make our way to the basement. It turned out Rick was right; the first floor was starting to look cozy as we stared down at a group of cult members chanting vigorously to a stone-encased mummy. I easily caught sight of Evie tied up and sitting on a slap of stone like a sacrificial lamb. I quickly moved my head towards the direction I was going to go to Rick who in return gave me an approving nod. I walked right while Rick went left and Ardeth stayed where he was.

As I snuck around I spotted the black man that had tried to kill me before; I could surely get my revenge on him now. But I was startled from my thoughts as a hand broke through the crystal like rock and continued to break till a horrific creature emerged from its grave.

I stared in shock.

Yeah, upstairs was getting closer and closer to cozy the longer I watched. The thing started to speak and strangely enough I could understand what it was saying, its tongue sounding ancient, and yet, oddly familiar.

"What year is it?" The creature demanded as it looked around at the many chanting men.

"My Lord, it is the year of the scorpion." The creature turned around to find that the curator was the one that answered his question. He walked out of the circle a bit to stick out.

"Truly?" It questioned in its demonic tone.

"Yes!"

As it chuckled I felt the urge to puke. However, the noise of a door opening took my mind from it as I watch a woman with long, straight, black hair walk into the room with importance. I blinked and her formed changed, her features became sharper; gold and black body paint covered her skin along with golden jewelry. When I blink again though she was back to the woman in the black dress. She walked up to the creature and stood in front of it. While she and the curator were exchanging words I watched as the mummy looked upon the woman with love that brought a pang to my heart.

Wait! What? A PANG to my HEART?

"I am the reincarnation of Anck-su-namun." The creature touched her hair and began to walk around her, its look from before only getting stronger.

"Only in flesh. But soon I shall bring your soul back from the Underworld and our love shall once again be whole." She then gave the creature a dark smile as she leaned in. Turban men began to move out of the way as well.

"I have a gift for you." He followed the woman's gaze till his own fell on Evie.

"Her!" It screeched in anger as if it had been cheated of something.

And that's when I saw how scared she truly was. The look of fear seemed to look brighter as the fire light flickered in her eyes as her chest moved up and down rapidly to her beating heart.

"I knew it would please you to watch her die." He smirked. And then Evie began to struggle as the men began to pick up her slap and walk off with her, but her movements' halted as she was brought to a pit of fire.

"The Underworld awaits you," it smirked in anticipation.

"You wait! I'll put you in you in your grave again!" Evie yelled to the creature.

"Our thinking was not if we put you in your grave first!" the curator said as he smiled a dark smile at Evie.

The creature pointed his finger at Evie, delight written on his face with what pieces of flesh he had.

"Burn her!" Immediately the black haired woman translated what he had just said into English with the same look of delight etched on her face as well.

"YOU BAST—" But Evie's words were cut off by her screams as they rose up her slab, preparing to put her in her fiery grave.

"NO!" I cried, pulled off my two Khepeshes and jumped. The creature and the woman (along with majority of the red turban men) turned to face me. As I was about to land I flicked my wrists and cut off a couple of heads from the turban men closest to me; their blood spraying all over my already blood caked clothes. The curator, to my amazement, was the first to react.

"YOU!" he cried but was quickly cut off as Rick jumped through the fire and grabbed Evie. Almost Immediately Ardeth began to shoot at the turban men. I quickly ran through the crowd of turban men, cutting down anyone in my path to Evie, Rick, and the stairwell.

After luckily getting through the group with only a few grazes I caught up with Evie and Rick and we quickly ran up the stair well to our escape. As we ran Rick looked down at the scene and all the sudden became frantic as he yelled for us to go. I looked as the mummy held an urn in his hands while changing.

That's not good.

By the time we made it to the top and met up with Ardeth the creature had opened the urn and sand came flying out to form four mummy soldiers.

Yeah, definitely not good.

"Oh no not these guys AGAIN!" Rick cursed. That was enough reason for me to run along with the others out of the basement and through the museum still filled with writhing mummies. Behind me I could hear the mummies coming, their hissing chanting getting louder and louder in my ears. As we finally burst out the doors to some form of freedom Evie stopped, turned around, and began to move a bench to block the doors. Rick ran over to her, a bit frantic. Then again who wouldn't be frantic with the undead after your head.

"Honey what're you doing? These guys don't use doors," he panted a bit before grabbing Evie's hand and running towards the car. But when we got to the car it was empty.

No Alex. No Jonathan.

"WHERE THE HELLS JONATHAN!" And right on queue Jonathan pulls up in a Double Decker bus with Alex. I didn't voice any questions though as I got on along with Evie and Ardeth; Rick on the other hand wasn't quite so fine with it. He started yelling at Jonathan and then Jonathan began to argue with Alex.

"JUST HURRY THE FUCK UP AND GO!" I yelled at them. I didn't exactly feel like being ripped to shreds by mummies of all things. And just as the bus stared to drive away the brick walls exploded and four not so pretty mummies jumped out and began heading our way. Rick began to cry about them ruining his car and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. He could always buy a new one.

Quickly we all got our guns loaded and prepared for battle. Everyone stayed on the bottom part of the bus except for Rick. He took the top window, Ardeth took the door, and I took one of the side windows. We quickly began to shoot. Rick got one, and Ardeth shot up one. We began to hear them on the top of the bus but didn't get time to ponder on it as the other half of the mummy Ardeth shot up came in through the entrance, using its arms to move around. It knocked Ardeth's gun from his hands and before I could get a shot at it. The fourth one broke through the window behind me and grabbed my shoulder, its claws digging into my skin. I let out a gasp as I was pulled out the window.

I dropped my gun somewhere on the road, freeing my hands so they could grab onto something before falling to my death. Thankfully I grabbed the window seal, unfortunately shards of broken glass stabbed at my hands. I let out a cry of pain but refused to fall. The mummy had other ideas as it still had its claw in my shoulder while the other one was in the side of the bus to support its self from its own death…Ur, if it even counted as a death anyway. I felt its claws growing, digging deeper into my skin before it stared to move them around. I let out another cry as blood dripped from the now deep wound. It let out a deep, satisfying chuckle.

I had to do something. But what?

I wouldn't have enough time to grab one of the large blades on my person to get him off; it would be too large to move around and my grip with one hand won't last that long. I bit my lip as I felt it tug at my shoulder. I looked up at the window and saw a large chunk of broken glass about to fall off.

Maybe, just maybe that will work.

Before the piece of glass could fall I grabbed it with my right hand and cut off the hand at the wrist. The mummy let out a scream as it dropped a few feet, just enough for it's legs to get caught by the tires of the bus and pulled under. I let out a sigh but it was short lived as my hand lost its grip.

Shit.

I closed my eyes, waiting for my death but it didn't come. I opened them and saw the Evie had my hand in hers. I quickly brought my other hand up to the ledge to pull myself up and was greeted by Alex's hand to also help me back onto the bus. Once I was in I collapsed onto the floor, panting.

"Thank you," I gasped before pulling out a shard of glass from my hand and the mummy's hand from my shoulder shortly after. Evie smiled at me and shook her head.

"Well I couldn't exactly leave you hanging out there could I? Rick would kill me if I didn't try to save his sister."

"Like wise," I smiled. The bus began to slow down and I couldn't help but feel relief. Rick came down from what was left of the second floor of the bus, panting. He looked over at Ardeth.

"You Alright?" The Med-jai looked back at him and smiled through his panting.

"This, was my first bus ride…"

I couldn't help but giggle a bit before standing up. I began to inspect my injuries and dismissed them as being not so bad; they were beginning to stop bleeding a bid anyway. I walked over to one of the empty seats away from the lovebirds and sat down. Alex made a comment before walking away from his parents to inspect the second floor of the bus a bit. I shut my eyes and smiled; he's a good kid.

Alex's muffled screams woke me from my thoughts as I looked up to see the black man from before kidnapping Alex.

"ALEX!" Rick screamed as he dashed out the bus. I followed after him along with Evie and Ardeth but when I got out there the bridge was beginning to rise; I knew Rick wouldn't make it.

The Bracelets! A voice spoke strong, yet harshly in my head. I didn't question the voice as I looked down at my wrist with the two golden bracelets. I then looked at the bridge.

But what about the bridge? Luck was supposedly on my side as a man with a motorcycle came driving up, I could take a hint. Ran over to Evie and put one of the bracelets on her wrist.

"Don't take the bracelet off, I'll get back your son! I promise," before she could even question me I ran over to the guy that was pulling up on the motorcycle, punched him right in the jaw, pushed him off the bike, and drove towards the inclining bridge. As it got steeper I gave it more gas till I went past Rick. He looked over at me for a moment but still continued his run. As I got closer I saw the gap getting wider and wider which caused the bike to work harder and harder.

"Here goes nothing," I mumbled as the ground disappeared from beneath me and I began to glide through the air. It felt as if I was flying through the air for hours instead of only a few seconds. But I landed on the other side, the fall hurt and caused me to swerve a bit but I couldn't let that stop me. I promised Evie that I would get Alex back and I'm not one to take promises lightly.

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