Rhehan took rapid deap breaths, trying to recover from the new shock. "Does that mean, I have to kill somebody with this sword. Gos.h.!.+ This is 21st centuary guys! I can"t even hold a sword. What do I do??"
Rhehan again covered his face with his hands. "Who is Horus? In my previous life he was my father, in this life he could be...my....oh s.h.i.+t...f...f..."
Suddenly, realisation hit Rhehan like a jolt of thunder and his face grew pale. "My father!! Do I have to kill my father? Not just a father but a deadly father!! Davis!!"
Rhehan took out his hanker-chief from his pocket, wiping his sweaty face again. "How can I kill my father? I can"t even kill a mosquito. Look at me, half of the time I am a damsel in distress, even in front of my wife!!"
Rhehan sat down dumbly, while the bidding for the sword had already started. "I am not going to buy this. They will think, I never ever found the sword. Besides, no body knows I have been to this auction! h.e.l.l, yes! This is the perfect solution. Just let somebody else have the sword and kill my father!"
Rhehan sat down, pretending to not be interested in the sword, when the bidding grew higher.
"50 million dollars!" Spoke a man.
"100 million dollars!" Spoke another man.
"120 million dollars!"
Suddenly, Rhehan"s blood started to boil in anger, listening to all the bidders. He looked at the sword and then again tried to act oblivious to it, as if not getting effected by it.
"150 million dollars!"
"180 million dollars!"
"200 million dollars!"
Rhehan again looked at the sword, his eyes full of anger and disgust. Their was a different look on his face, as if he was going to kill somebody with the sword right there. He clenched his fists, hearing the bids. "Such pitty amount for my majestic sword!!!" He hushed in anger.
"250 million dollars!"
"275 million dollars!"
Rhehan"s anger was for some unknown reason spiking up terribly now, his face getting red. His green eyes full of anger and he was looking at the sword possessively. "You think you can take my sword fron me? Hah!!! Try it!!!"
"350 million dollars!"
"400 million dollars!"
"Do even know these are made up of the precious ashes of an enchantress. How would you know about our rich ancient culture?" Rhehan himself was not realising the sudden change in his emotions. He had suddenly grown very possessive for the sword, as if he would kill anybody who would try to s.n.a.t.c.h the sword from him.
"450 million dollars!"
"470 million dollars!"
"500 million dollars!"
"You think I earned so much money, just to slip away the sword from my hands like this? You can not defeat the mighty King Khufu!!" Rhehan growled in anger and stood up angrily and shouted. "1000 million dollars!!!!!"
The hall was silent for a few seconds as if somebody had just died. The huge amount that Rhehan spoke up might have actually brought some people to have a heart-attack!
Rhehan looked around at the people in anger as if challanging them, to defeat him in bidding. n.o.body stood up and he smirked looking at the sword.
The bidder finally regained his senses, bliking again and again and hesitated before speaking.
"1000 million dollars...Umm....Anybody? N...n.o.body? Umm...i mean..any more bids? Sold!!! To Mr. Jobs once again, for...for...1000 million dollars!!!" He slammed the wooden hammer on the dice in front of him, still looking baffled.
The crowd errupted in hootings and claps once again, looking at the majectically standing man.
Rhehan regained his senses and realised he was still standing with his hands stretched a little upwards and face held high. "Huh? What happened to me!!! Why am I standing like this. s.h.i.+t!!! Did I actually buy it???