A/N: Finally getting this one posted. So I realized that there are about ten million Hunger Games crossovers out there at this very moment, but there are absolutely no crossovers between The Hunger Games and The Mummy. So... I created one! I believe Evelyn and Rick are the best canon couple in the history of movies. And I absolutely loved Hunger Games (who doesn't?) so I thought, what the heck. Let's do a crossover! Personally I think The Mummy can be crossed with utterly anything else possible... but that might just be because I'm completely obsessed with the movie...
Disclaimer: Ugh. I really hate these things. Sadly, it's true, I don't own anything from The Hunger Games or The Mummy. I don't own the song Eyes Open either- That's Taylor Swift's to have.
Oh, and just so you know, this crossover has all the mummy characters you know and love (exept Imhotep and his skanky girlfriend) and has a 'world controlled by a crazy president who forces the games on the districts every year' deal. No actual chatacters from Hunger Games. It takes place a little bit after the first movie ended.
This is the first chapter in what will be a long and thrilling fanfic! Hope you like! :)
EYES OPEN
Evelyn Carnahan never considered herself lucky.
It's one thing to have been kidnapped by an Egyptian mummy that you yourself resurrected, but to have been forced by the American government to move to their bloody country? That's more than unlucky, Evelyn told herself. This is more than that.
President Rogers had ordered twenty different countries to randomly select thirty different households and evenly distributed them to all twelve districts of Panem. The only response that the select few got for being ripped away from their homes was that their country needed a slight diversity change in the population. Well, Evy muttered to herself, life couldn't get better than this.
A year after their exhibition to Egypt, Evelyn, along with her brother and boyfriend, Rick, were all sent to a new life in district six, the district of power. Not actual power, unfortunately, but the generating of power for the whole entire country. Men were put to work at the power plants scattered about the flat and dry area while the women stayed at home and cleaned. Cleaned. Evelyn had spent her entire life moving from Egypt to London, London to Egypt; reading book after book and always on the move. And now she was cleaning.
They only allowed her to bring three of her thousand books on the ancient country, the country that she knew and loved by heart. She opposed to this, of course, but the Peacekeepers can be quite intiminating. So Evelyn kept her mouth shut, and read the three books over and over, since that was the only thing to do for days on the voyage to America, remembering every single word on the pages. Neither Jonathan not Evy had ever been to America before, and had no idea what to expect. Rick, on the other hand, was excited to hear they would be landing there, for that had been his home fore many of his childhood years. But he grew up in Chicago, which was now property of district five. The first rule the Peacekeeers drilled into their heads the day they docked- no person should cross district boundaries without written permission. No exceptions whatsoever. Rick was angry about this, but even he couldn't do anything about it. Here, Evelyn thought, the people really have no say.
Of course it was hard too, moving from a wealthy town in England to dirt filled houses in southern Wyoming. Evelyn was used to the heat, but the sudden change in lifestyle was difficult for her and her brother. Their parents were royalty, after all.
And the dust. Oh, how Evelyn loathed the thin layers of red that piled up every morning on the windowsills and doorsteps. It never did seem to go away, always sinking its way back to the ground when stirred in the early mornings.
This morning especially, Evy was having difficulty keeping it from invading their household yet again. Her hands clenched the broom tightly as she swept in frisk motions the dirt that just about stained permanently to the cracked wood floors. Just as Evelyn finished the pile she feverishly constructed, the door swung open, revealing a lanky man with square shoulders, holding an empty glass bottle in his hands as he walked through the door with a broad smile upon his face. And as he walked through, a gust of wind entered the house and set the dust in a frenzy, floating freely in the air before finding a new spot to settle. Evy gasped, hurridly closed the door, then dropped the broom with a clang, looking about ready to strangle the man.
"Darn you Jonathan!" she yelled, swiping the bottle from her older brother's unsteady hands.
"How much have you been drinking today?" Evy asked with narrowed eyes, not bothering to pick up the broom she had dropped. Jonathan held his hands in the air in mock surrender.
"Okay Evy. You caught me drinking. Anything other reason on why you're acting like a complete shrew?"
Instead of getting angry, Evelyn let out a frustrated sigh, sinking down into a chair. "I'm sorry Jonathan, I just can't take it! I've done to Egypt gosh knows how many times, and now I'm ready to pull my hair out over this blasted sand."
Her brother sighed, and gave her shoulder a light pat. "Sorry bout the dirt, old mum. It's not like we can move back though. Wish we could, but we can't," he shrugged, wishing he had another bottle of whiskey.
"I know..." Evy muttered, giving her brother a slight smile. "Did Rick say when he'll be back?" she inquired, changing the subject suddenly.
Jonathan just smiled. "You worry about him too much my dear, sweet baby sister! Rick will be fine! If it weren't for him we wouldn't have food on the table! A good old chap, he is."
Evelyn rolled her eyes. "You could say thank you every once and a while. You're just lucky he hasn't made you go out there and shoot some game."
"Yeah. We all know how that would turn out." Jonathan muttered.
Evy's smile soon turned into a frown, and Jonathan easily read her mind.
"He'll come back, Evy. They won't find him,"
"But what if they do?" Evelyn asked worriedly, hugging her legs against her chest. "You know what happens to people who hunt outside the boundaries." Evy didn't even have to say what would happen. Both of them knew. Death.
"He's strong sis. Even if they caught him... Well, he would fight them off easy!" he said, passing her a smile.
Evelyn sighed. "I guess so..."
He let out a satisfied grin and went for the door, grabbing his floppy grey hat along the way.
"Where are you going?"
"You know that girl I met a few days ago?" Jonathan said excitedly.
Evelyn knew where this was going.
"I'm meeting her down at the pub at noon,"
"If they catch you drunk Jonathan..." Evy began, feeling the same uneasiness that she had minutes before.
Her brother rolled his eyes and gave her a sure look. "If we get stopped by a Peacekeeper, I'll just fight them off." he said with a grin.
His sister would love to see him try.
"Please be careful," Evelyn said softly, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Oh please, Evy." Jonathan teased, "you worry too much."
He gave her a quick hug before dashing out the door.
His sister watched him walk calmly though the streets until he was out of sight. She stared blankly through the smeared windows, slowly watching the dust settle on the windowsill in front of her.
The room was pitch black, giving Evelyn a warm comfort inside. She had fallen asleep on an empty stomach, still sitting on the old wooden rocker in the corner of the room. Jonathan still hadn't returned from his venture down to the forbidden pub; Evy tried to keep herself awake, but the blackness surrounding her lulled her into a overcoming sleep. The silence that blanketed the room was so great that even the slightest movement could be heard.
Suddenly, a fairly loud creaking sound cracked through the air. Eyes shot open in the dark. The comforting silence turned into a deathly one in a heartbeat.
Evelyn held onto her breath as she slowly stretched her fingers downward towards the cool handle of her long, silver sword. She listened closely with tense muscles as the intruder etched closer and closer inside the small house. When the loudest creak subsided, Evelyn immediately shot up and circled the sword around with ease, stopping abruptly inches from the victim's throat.
Not knowing what hit him, the man dropped whatever he was holding, throwing both hands up in surrender.
"Whoa Evy, careful with that thing!" a male voice just about laughed, waiting for his attacker to lower get weapon. Hearing this familiar voice, Evelyn sighed with extreme relief and seethed her sword.
"Goodness Rick. One of these days I'm really going to end up killing you." She said with heavy sarcasm, reaching for a nearby light switch. Rick stooped down to pick up the items he had dropped.
"Sorry," he said lamely, "I didn't want to wake you."
Evy raised an eyebrow. "Why were you gone so long?" she asked curiously.
"I was caught up at the Williams' house haggling for a dang loaf of bread," he sighed with exhaustion, holding out in his hands a still warm loaf of white bread. Evelyn smiled as her eyes craved the bread, taking it from his hands and set it down on the broken table.
"What'd you trade it for?" She asked carefully.
Rick sighed, sending her worries in a frenzy. "My old pocketknife,"
Evelyn's eyes widened. She knew how important that knife was to him, since it was the only thing he had brought from their home in England; the only thing he had in remembrance of his father.
"You didn't have to do that," she said with regret. Rick shook his head.
"We're starving, Evy. Everybody around here is. This is just like it is in the legion. To think I thought I was finished living like that," he said with faraway eyes. "Sacrifice. It's the only way for things to end up alright. You understand that, right?"
And she did. She thought of everything she'd been through; all the hardships, lives taken...
"I get so worried when you're gone," she whispered, fighting back tears.
Rick pulled her closer, holding her tight against his chest. He could feel her body trembling with rising fear and tension.
"Hey," he said softly, using his finger to lift up her chin so she was looking up at him. "I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be with you."
Evy smiled a bit and used her hand to wipe away some of the tears off her cheeks. "I know," she whispered, barely audible as Rick moved closer to her; closer and closer until his lips met up with hers.
Evelyn closed her eyes, savoring the moment as she remembered the falling sun, the dirt on his face, the heat that seemed to bring them closer on that terrifying day at Hamunamptra. She remembered it all.
She opened her eyes, slowly pulling away, knowing his bright smiling face would be there in front of her. It was.
"Aren't you tired at all?" Rick asked, grabbing his game and lying them next to the bread on the table.
Evy shook her head. "No. I'm starving. And besides, Jonathan's not back yet,"
Rick sighed, and look down at his wristwatch, scraping off the muck to see the time. "It's three in the morning, you know,"
"I'm not tired." She repeated, aching now for a slice of that bread. Neither of them had eaten a thing all day. Rick knew there was no sense arguing with her, so he shrugged, and walked over to the fireplace to begin cooking the meat he had brought home from the outside boundaries.
"How well did you do out there?" Evelyn inquired while fetching her faded robe from the small hook on the bedroom door.
"I got a pretty big boar far out by the east side. I had to chase it down, though." He said, showing off his thousand- tooth grin. Evy laughed softly, grabbing a knife for the bread.
The lights were dim, but she could very well see Rick begin skinning and gutting the pig. Evy hurriedly got up to open up a nearby window so the smell didn't get too bad. She didn't like seeing the thing sliced open like that. Her own father was a shooter in his earlier years, and she still found it hard to stand the blood and the stench. It made her sick.
Evelyn turned her attention to the bread; she slowly sawed through it with even cuts, savoring the wonderful smell that evaded from it. She couldn't even remember the last time she had bread for a meal. On most days, it was always the same thing: grain and oil from Rick's pensions, milk generously shared by their neighbors, and disgusting little cakes made from grits. Oh how she hated the grits. Almost as much as the dust.
It wasn't long before Evelyn's eyes were heavy with sleep. The bread was almost halfway gone, along with a few small pieces of ham. She hadn't felt this full in a long time.
Rick put down his cup filled with milk and checked the time. It had been forty minutes since Rick's return, and Jonathan still hadn't arrived back. Not that Rick greatly cared for his girlfriend's brother, but he could sense her worry.
Evy laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, wanting so badly to stay awake long enough for her idiot brother to come back. She would have his head when he did.
She could feel Rick getting up from beside her, picking her up to carry her to her bedroom. Evy felt safe in his strong arms, nestled beside his chest. Rick turned on the lightswitch upon entering the small room, and set her down on the bed. He tucked the quilts over her body before turning to leave. Tomorrow was going to be a big day, he thought, looking back in worry towards Evy. They were both eighteen, which meant their names were both put in the drawing pool. Hers, seven times; the bare minimum. His, however, thirty.
Desparity swallowed down fear as he wrote his name on those slips of paper in allowance of the grain and oil rations, the substance that on some days was their only meal.
Yes, Rick was fearful of this name being called out in front of everyone in the district, but even more haunting was the thought of Evy having to go through the intense hunger, the heat, the cold, the killing...
Rick knew how this felt, having been enlisted in the French Foreign Legion when he was fifteen. Not knowing if you'll make it through the oncoming day... He didn't want that for Evy.
It was true that she'd been through the deaths of both parents, and having to put up with that imbecile brother of hers. But being forced to kill one another?
Rick recalled the day she was ripped away from him; Evy insisted that it was the only way to stop him. He had let her go, let her walk away with that hellish corpse and that sly bastard Beni. He cringed at that thought.
Getting into his own bed, Rick tried his hardest to push these unappealing memories out of his head. But as hard as he tried, the thoughts kept flowing into his brain.
He loved her so much. He couldn't bear to see her hurt like she was in Egypt. He was sure of it.
A/N: Thanks for reading! There will be more in a couple weeks. But let's make a deal: if you're one of the first five to review, I'll feature you in the beginning of the next chapter update with a reply. Hope to hear from you guys!