A/N: Hey this is my first Indiana Jones story! I really love the movies and this just came to me. No flames please! Thanks!

Chapter One

South America-1936

We walked around, looking for the entrance. The men behind us spoke in their native tongue, telling each other to hurry up. We had donkeys with our supplies and we had been on the road for a while now. It was a wonder I wasn't sunburnt. A man screamed and ran off as bats flew out at him. I laughed. Indy held up a hand to shush me and I stopped. He walked over to it, took out a map, looked at it, and then moved on. I followed, as did two other men. Indy stopped at a tree, pulled something out and then dropped it. The two men scurried over to it.

"The Hovitos are near." Said one. He touched the tip, put his finger into his mouth and then spit out whatever he had put into it. "The poison is still fresh. Three days. They're following us." He looked over his shoulder. The other man took the dart from him.

"If they knew we were here, they would've killed us already." He dropped it and we walked back over to Indy. I got close to him.

"Did you hear what they were talking about?" I whispered.

"Yes." He replied.

"Aren't you the least bit concerned?"

"No. If they come, we can handle them." He walked on. I sighed. My twin was so hard to read sometimes. I swear I wanted to smack him at given times. But I loved him just the same. My name is Eileen Jones. I've got blondish to brownish hair and hazel eyes. My brother and I are archeologists some of the time. Otherwise he's teaching a history class at a college. I'm unemployed as of right now but I am searching. I just got fired from my dance instructing class because I wasn't the right person they needed, but yet these kids could actually dance and I had been working there for a year or so. It was bullshit. That's all it was. Just plain bullshit.

We stopped at a river and Indy held out his hand. The first man that spoke gave him the map. Indy stepped forward once and held all of the pieces of the map together, and examined it. I looked over his shoulder, a smile soon spreading across my face. I heard a gun cock. I was about to warn my brother when he turned, grabbed his whip, and cracked it at the second man, who dropped the gun and ran off. The gun shot once and fell into the water. Indy rolled up his whip and put it back onto his belt. He left the riverside and walked up a hill a short distance. The first man and I followed. Indy walked into an opening and then came back out a few seconds later. He took a bag from the man's basket that he was carrying on his back.

"This is it." My brother said as he opened the bag and put in some soil. "This is where Forrestal cashed in."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"I'm always sure."

"A friend of yours?" the man asked. I looked at him.

"A competitor." Indy and I explained at the same time. He put in two more handfuls and stood.

"He was good. He was very, very good." My brother said. He put the bag in his knapsack and we started to go. The man grabbed us.

"Senor, senorita...nobody's come out of there alive." He said. Indy turned him around and started to get some things. "Please." The man pleaded. All Indy got from the basket was a torch before he threw it down. Then we entered. There were spider webs everywhere as we made our way through. I was silently praying that none would fall on me. I hate spiders. I hate spiders as much as I hate fire and heights. "Senor. Senorita." The man said suddenly. Indy turned, saw some spiders on his back and brushed them off. The spiders landed on the ground and I started to squirm.

"Eily, turn around." Indy told me. I slowly turned and he brushed the spiders off of my back.

"Ew, ew, ew, ew." I muttered. Indy looked at the man, who saw one on his shoulder. Indy motioned for him to turn and then brushed off a bunch spiders from the man's back. I squirmed more. Then we continued.

"Stop." My brother said suddenly. He bent down. "Stay out of the light."

"Why?" I asked. He was the adventurer out of the two of us. He recently got me into it a couple of years ago, so I'm still new at this.

"Because I said so."

"Just because you're older by twenty minutes doesn't give you the right—"

"Shh!" Indy stood as the man and I knelt down. He held up his hand and spikes shot out of the wall with a dead body clinging to them. The man began screaming. Oh please. Even I don't scream at this anymore. The dead man's head turned to the side as the man put his fist in his mouth. "Forrestal."

"That's Forrestal?" I asked.

"Yes, that's him."

"Poor bastard." I shook my head. We walked on and got to a place with a rectangular opening blocking our path. Indiana grabbed his whip, aimed and cracked it, making it wrap itself around the thick tree branch above us. He swung over to the other side, and then threw it back to us. I went next and copied the same movements so that it'd reach the other man. He jumped and started to make his way over but almost lost his balance when he reached us. Indy grabbed him by waist and pulled him up. The man wrapped his arm around him and Indy quickly took it off and placed the handle of the whip in the stone so that we could get to it next time. Then we continued on. We turned a corner and saw the golden idol, sitting on a stone, shining brightly. Indy stood there, analyzing every small detail with his hands on his hips.

"Let us hurry." The man said. "There is nothing to fear here." He stepped forward but Indy stopped him by holding his arm out. He pushed him lightly against the wall.

"That's what scares me." He said. He grabbed an old dusty torch and bent down. The man and I copied his movements. Indy carefully slid the torch on something and it revealed a pad. He looked at us, slammed the torch down on it making it move, and then an arrow shot out and hit the torch. I screamed and jumped back. He handed the torch to the man and stood. He pointed at both of us. "Stay here."

"Indy—" I started to object. He looked at me.

"I said, stay."

"If you insist, senor." The man said. Indy made his way carefully across the room. I grunted.

"I also sit and roll over too." I grumbled. For a minute, my brother faltered. The man and I both stood, both scared for Indy's life. But my brother quickly regained his cool, hopped to the side of the steps and then hopped onto the ground. He stepped carefully again, and knelt down to be eye level with the statue. He then stood, took out the bag of soil that he had collected, took a handful out, and then quickly switched it out with the golden idol. Nothing happened. The man smiled as I silently cheered. Indy turned just as a scraping sound was heard. The platform that the idol was on was going down. "Shit." The whole place began to crumble. Indy, now caring less of where he stepped, ran back to us as the arrows flew this way and that around him. We ran out of the room and the man grabbed the whip and swung over, but the branch broke and he landed hard on the ground, whip and all. We reached the opening.

"Give us the whip." Indy told him.

"Throw me the idol." The man said. We looked around as the place groaned and some doors began to lower. "No time to argue. Throw me the idol, I throw you the whip."

Indiana didn't hesitate. He threw the idol and the man caught it.

"Give us the whip!" he repeated.

"Adios, senor, senorita."

"No! Wait! Come back! Come back!" I screamed. The man ran out. Indy jumped and barely made it to the other side. He clung on for dear life and then grabbed a tree root. "Oh my God!" my hands flew up to my mouth. I backed up and jumped, landing in the same position he was in. I started to slip and I screamed.

"Grab on to me!" Indy told me.

"What?! Indy—"

"Do you want to die?"

"No!"

"Then do as I say!"

I did as told and he pulled us both up. We got through just as the door closed. Indy grabbed his whip and looked at me. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." I nodded but my hands shook.

"Let's go." We started to leave but my brother jumped at something. I looked at what he was looking at and screamed.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit." I said. It was the man that came with us. He had died the same way as Forrestal. "Oh my God."

Indy bent down, grabbed the idol, and started to leave. "Adios, Satipo." He said.

"Is that his name?"

"It was."

"Oh." I look at Satipo again, shudder, and then follow Indiana out of here. But he stopped suddenly. He turned and his eyes widened.

"Eileen, run!" he grabbed my arm and we began running as fast as we could.

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Just keep running! Don't turn around."

I turned anyway and saw this huge boulder coming after us. I screamed. Indy rolled his eyes.

"I told you not to turn around!" he said. We got out and landed face first into the ground. The Hovitos surrounded us, pointing their spears at us. In front of us stood the second man. He fell, which, in turn, revealed at least a dozen of poison darts in his back. I screamed once and hid behind my brother.

"Dr. Jones. Miss Jones." A man said.