A/N: This fic is my take on what really happened in the story of the Mummy and the Scorpion king. Obviously none of what I write is real and most of the characters except for one are not mine.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Mummy stuff or the Scorpion King stuff, no sir not a damn thing do I own of it!
Chapter 1
The night was still young as I walked through the old town, which through my eyes was still very young. I walked and gazed at the cracked stone buildings and the torn and tattered curtains in front of the bare glassless windows. I see candles on sills and I hear babies crying and children laughing from inside, I smile faintly and continue walking on by. The sandy streets are rather crowded as on each side merchants sell jewels and chickens, while girls dance with their vales trying to capture the heart of a man or merely the gold in his pocket. I had my brown cloak over me and my nice large hood on my head as I walked through the crowd glancing at the people and having fun watching them act dumb or be drunk. Every night was a party here in this small town in Cairo, which despite the times was still very rich with old ways of living and tradition. For someone like me you'd hardly think five thousand years had past since the last time any other town around it looked the same way. As I continued walking through the town I finally reached my destination, The Scorpion Inn.
I made my way through the curtain in front of the door and I glanced inside, there was music and dancing and the laughter of drunken men filled the room. I went around everyone and I sat in a table far back in a corner of the Inn, there I sat and waited for my 'friend' to arrive.
A serving girl came over to me to ask me what I'd like to drink, I could tell she was no more then sixteen or seventeen and that she was very nervous for this was her first day. I tried to be as easy a customer as possible, "I'll have nothing thank you." I said in a gentle and friendly tone, I could tell the girl was relieved that there would be one less person she'd have to worry about tending to. I sat back in my chair once more and looked at the people who were partying, a group of middle aged men where playing 'Hounds and Jackals' nearby, a very popular ancient Egyptian game, a few others where watching the girls dance. I thought them to be rather entertaining to watch, men always had a humorous appeal that I could never explain nor describe, it was just something one girl would have to see for themselves.
I then glanced at the walls and they were flooded with hieroglyphics and paintings of old ancient Egyptian kings and Queens, Gods and Goddesses, Warlords, Priests and the like. I noticed on the center wall was a picture that under it was written in ancient Egyptian writing Scorpion King. I smirked and with my keen eyes I saw the other pictures around him which were of two women, one was called The Sorceress and the other woman or should I say young teenage woman had the name of Mashanti sister of the Scorpion king and fair queen of the underworld.
If I had been able to see myself I'm sure I would've seen myself frowning or looking a little saddened, yet that all passed quickly when I sensed someone come through the door. I was relieved to see that it was the one I was waiting for, he was wearing an archeologists outfit with a strange hat that I had only seen worn by other's once or twice before. He was a British man who to me was as dumb as he looked, he then spotted me and waved with a strange quirky smile, "Hey there!" He said as he walked over to me nearly tripping over himself and the poor serving girl. I merely shut my eyes in annoyance, yet I knew I had to be nice for he had something I wanted, "What took you so long?" I asked looking at him sharply, I could tell I made him nervous for his smile quickly faded and he became serious, yet very shaky as well.
"Oh well my brother-in-law, sister, nephew and myself only just arrived here yesterday and getting settled took longer then expected for me." He said, while drinking the wine the serving girl placed on the table.
"Yesterday, that young woman you were with, she had something she found in one of the tombs correct?"
The man stopped drinking and glanced at me with what almost appeared to me as fear, "Who Evee? Oh yea well my sister is an archeologist she always finds things around here, yesterday she found several things."
I sighed this man would get the best of me eventually and that would not be good for him or myself, "One of the things was a black box correct?"
He didn't answer me, he simply looked down at his drink, I was beginning to get frustrated, "Jonathan…I suggest you answer me."
He looked up at me fearfully, that was very obvious to me now, "Boxes, there were many of those…but a black one I don't remember seeing."
I narrowed my eyes at him, he was lying to me, I could tell by his eyes and the way his heart was pounding I could hear it perfectly, "Don't lie to me Jonathan."
Just when I felt that Jonathan was going to tell me what I wanted to know another young man came through the door. He had light brown hair, blue eyes and he was dressed like an explorer or something along those lines I also could tell that he was armed.
I saw him lock onto Jonathan, "Jonathan let's go!" He shouted, Jonathan looked back and instantly got up from his seat, he then looked over at me, "Sorry whoever you are, but I have to go, my brother-in-law Rick is calling me and I don't want to be on his bad side today."
I merely looked at him and nodded, I had nothing left to say to him…but I knew what I was going to do now, I was going to follow them and get that box back.
That is the intro to the fic…I'm certain that you already know now who's who and so on! Now the narrator you're going to have to figure that one out on your own…by reading more chapters! Please review too!
