I've just watched the first two Mummy films this weekend (I refuse to watch the new one, because it looks horrible, or the third one, because Rachel Weisz isn't in it) and I'm absolutely obsessed with Evie. She's such a cool character. So I wanted to write a fanfiction from her POV. Let's see where this goes. Also, Alex may or may not ever exist in this. Really dunno yet.
Hamunaptra, the City of the Dead.
We'd found it.
And I accidentally set loose a three-thousand year old, apocalypse causing mummy.
Well, that is this year in a nutshell-
1926.
The year Imhotep wouldn't leave any of us alone.
Even after he perished.
There's something under the sand, Rick had warned. And indeed, we'd confronted what was under the sand. Imhotep, an absolutely horrid mummy who was cursed with the Hom-Dai, a curse which Rick repeatedly has called a pain in the arse. Once we defeated him (using the Book of the Living), we thought all our troubles would be over. But Imhotep continued his torture. Rick didn't understand, though. Because Imhotep was only torturing me. With memories, and visions.
Rick and I were engaged. We bought a mansion in London using the money we'd gained from Hamunaptra's riches. Life seemed to be going well. Certainly, much better from when I was an unsuccessful, Oxford-educated librarian in Cairo. Jonathan. Where the hell even was Jonathan? We'd lost track of him when we left Egypt. I was assuming that he went to Britain, but with so much on my mind making sure Jonathan was doing okay was not the top priority. To be honest, my top priority was trying to… decipher, these visions. Because something told me that they were directly from Imhotep.
Every day, I'd be stopped in the middle of my work. For example, one day I was in the middle of reading a book on the still lost artifacts of ancient Egypt, when I suddenly… well it was hard to describe. I was no longer in the mansion, to put it simply. I was in a whole different part of the world- Egypt. But strangest, I was in ancient Egypt. I was reading a book, made of paper, with hieroglyphics scrawled on it. I did not get to read it, though, because I looked up. Imhotep, as alive and human as could be, was walking towards me.
"What are you doing in the records?" he yelled, in ancient Egyptian.
"Just some research," I called back in the same language, only I wasn't really speaking. Because it was a vision, and not reality. I had no control over anything- I was simply a spectator. The vision had ended there, and I was back- yet I was no longer invested in the book. I was too confused, contemplating the meaning of the vision. Why was I seeing it?
And what did it mean?
Because it Imhotep wasn't killed (which he surely was), then we were all dead.
This is super short, but it is just to kinda introduce what's going on.