Ok, so this is me trying to come up with an original Mummy I hope I don't epically fail but who knows with my luck. :) Oh, and one thing you guys might want to know about this chapter is that when the characters talk it's supposed to be ancient Egyptian even though it's written in English just because of the time it takes place in.
Disclaimer: Don't own the Mummy or any of its characters, but I do own my Ocs.
Ok so I think that's it, hope you enjoy. :)
As the sun's final gaze fell upon Thebes, city of the living, a lone dark figure stepped quickly from shadows before once again being consumed by the night. Running silently through the sands, the hooded figure took in yet another breath of the uncommonly cool Egyptian air that had unsettled it so, only to pause as another unusual thing caught the troubled figure's attention. Glancing down the figure took in the sand that was moving steadily across its bare foot from the restless wind; the same wind that was normally dry and still as the Egyptian air should was now uncertain and restless. This was un-doubtfully a warning from the fates.
Quickening its pace now, the figure made its way to the High priest's chambers with a horrible suspicion but when it reached its goal, the hooded figure realized that it was too late. Screams, terrible screams of pain could be heard from within the chamber, such cries that the figure had heard, but always prayed to never hear again. Panic consuming its mind, the figure began to push furiously on the door only to find that it was either barred or being held down.
Hearing footsteps behind it, the dark figure hurriedly drew a dagger hidden in the folds of its robe only to be faced with the Pharaoh's guards, all armed with scimitars and axes.
Without even thinking the figure turned back to the door and continued pushing against it, quickly gasping out the order of "Help me!" despite the knowledge that they were already making their way forward to enter the chamber. As they forced through the door and ran towards the silk curtains where the silhouette of woman could be seen in the firelight, the figure noticed with a jolt of panic that the screams had stopped. Ripping away the curtains, the figure had to hold back a scream at the sight of the mangled body of the Pharaoh, cold and lifeless.
Looking up the figure prepared its self to face the person who had done the unforgiving act only to let out a hiss of anger as its gaze fell upon not Imhotep, the High priest himself but Anck-Su-Namun the Pharaoh's mistress. But as the figures eyes took in the sight of the bloodied knife that the tyrant held and the marks on the Pharaoh's body it knew that Anck-Su-Namun had help and that its suspicion had been correct.
Well aware of the royal guard's presence, the figure spoke directly to the traitor in a tone of disgust and disbelief "Anck-Su-Namun! I know of your affair with Imhotep, I know that he has had a hand in this as well. Tell me where he is and perhaps the Gods will spare your soul."
To answer the Egyptian woman spat out "No! My body is no longer Seti's temple!"
"This is your last chance!" The figure shouted out desperately only to see Anck-Su-Namun drive the dagger into her stomach. But before she died, the traitor managed to gasp out four words "No, it is yours." And with that she dropped to the ground dead.
For a moment the figure stood there unable to move or speak, too shocked, too horrified to do anything but stare at the spot where Anck-Su-Namun had fallen. Regaining its composure the figure spoke an order "Come, let us bury the dead."
"But what of Anck-Su-Namun?" One of the guards questioned, "She is a tyrant! We should not have her buried."
Turning to face the said guard the figure answered calmly "The ancient laws are clear, Athlons, we must prepare a proper burial for all the dead. Unless you question the god's word?"
Under the calculating gaze of the figure the guard shook his head "No, but surely Imhotep would attempt to resurrect his lover."
At those words the figure nodded grimly "Yes and when he comes for her we shall be waiting for him." With that the figure exited the chamber with the knowledge that it would not have long to wait before the former High Priest committed the act.
A few days later word came from the guards that Anck-Su-Namun's body had been stolen. Closing its eyes the figure took in a breath as the news was delivered, opening its eyes the figure stood and addressed the guards gravely "Come friends, we must travel to Hamunaptra and confront this murderer." With that they had saddled their horses and took chase, determined to bring Imhotep to justice. They traveled many days and many nights, ignoring their exhaustion with the mere thought of vengeance for their beloved Pharaoh; finally after the heat of the blazing sun and the shifty sand, they spotted the city bringing much joy to the guards. Raising their weapons to the sky the guards bellowed a battle cry before entering the city.
Jumping from its horse, the figure allowed its eyes to close for a moment before opening them and crying out "This way!" before running to the left side of the city. As the guards followed this mysterious figure, Imhotep began the ritual not knowing that the Pharaohs guards were only minutes away. Racing through the underground passage way, the figure suddenly came to a halt when it heard the sound of chanting, a chant that had evil laced within its ancient words to the left tunnel.
Unsheathing its dagger the figure moved swiftly forward, its eyes looking around carefully for any trap that the traitor may have set up only to find none. When they finally reached the end of the tunnel and saw that the ritual was nearly completed, royal guards didn't waste a second. Barging into the chamber, the guards held their scimitars to the throats of Imhotep's priests as the figure stepped forward from the shadows to stop one who had been trying to escape. Dagger still to the accomplice's throat the figure turned to Imhotep who was in mourning for his lover.
Looking up from the body of his love Imhotep's gaze fell on the dark figure that he had seen once hiding in the shadows of the temple of Iris. "You!" He shouted, attempting to break free from the grasp of the protector in his rage, who quickly knocked him with the butt of his weapon. On his knees Imhotep addressed his shadow in anger "You spy! This is your doing!"
Handing the priest to another protector at those accusations, the figure stepped forward and to the shock of Imhotep a cool female voice sounded from underneath the hood
"You have committed an act of treachery for your own gain Imhotep. That was by your choice, and yours alone, I am not to blame." She breathed calmly, her voice having an odd edge to it as though she was trying to hide an accent even in this ancient language.
Imhotep glared at the figure angrily "You may kill me, you may torture me, you may send me even to the depths of the Underworld. But I shall still search for you intill I have my revenge!" He vowed making the figure bow to his level as she hissed.
"That is why you shall not enter the afterlife," The figure began dangerously "Nor will you ever walk among the damned with your beloved. You, Imhotep traitor of the pharaoh Seti will exist not here, not there, but in the place in between. Forever doomed to be one of the undead even as this very city becomes consumed by the dessert, erasing you and this place from the history that we will become intill you are nothing short of a myth lost forever in these sands."
Standing up the figure went to walk away only to hear Imhotep call out "Then I shall rise from the grave! And destroy what is left of your offspring!"
At those words the figure paused before turning back so that she faced Imhotep, but this time her eyes a brilliant gray/blue revealed themselves to the priest as she whispered "You cannot destroy something that will not exist." With that she left the room, allowing the Mejia to deal with the traitors as she rode off into the night, vanishing completely from the written history of Egypt as though she had never existed in the first place while her enemy was buried with the curse that the guards had inflicted upon him.
But even as the Pharaoh's guards packed mound, upon mound of dry dessert sand atop of Imhotep's sarcophagus with the knowledge that should the forsaken priest keep his word that he would rise a flesh eater, a monster that would sweep through Egypt like an unholy plague intill he should have his revenge. The monster himself recalled the stunning gray/blue eyes and remembered them even as his cries went silent and his body was all but decayed, with the promise that he would destroy the descendants of her and the Mejia intill nothing was left but scattered dust.
Little did Imhotep know that it would be over three-thousand years before he would get his wish, and even then he would not get what he wanted so easily.
Ok so that's it. Was it good? Bad? Ok? Complete crap? Please answer these questions or if you'd like to give me advice on how to make it better, please feel free to review!