Epilogue to the Mummy
by Eric
Thanks Steve Zink, the Prince of Editors.
(Author's note: If you haven't seen the Mummy movie you have missed a
treat as it's great fun. I was tempted to write the last scene that was
cut from the movie. Legal stuff: I am just playing with the characters,
they're owned by Universal Studios, and did they ever make a mint from
them!)
Cairo, 1926
The city was still rebuilding itself after the attack of the evil mummy
Im Ho Tep, unleashing the ten plagues of Egypt. As Evelyn said earlier
in the film, he was buried alive with flesh eating scarabs, because he
had been very naughty.
O'Connell and Evelyn were back from their honeymoon to Paris. She had
a glow about her. She smiled with immense satisfaction. Just a few short
weeks ago, she had been a (to be honest with herself) rather mousy
Librarian at the Museum of Antiquities in Cairo. Then her brother had
stolen the key to the treasures of Egypt - the location of the City of
the Dead, Hamanaptra - from Rick O'Connell. (Evelyn did not approve of
her brother, but he was her brother.) Then she had been kissed by the
handsome and dangerous adventurer O'Connell, and she rescued him from
hanging. (She still wondered, wife-like, what kind of 'good time' he had
been having when he was arrested!) They had survived twice being
attacked by a mysterious band of Arab tribesmen, and found the City of
the Dead.
Evelyn had been determined to capture O'Connell, as well as make her
reputation as a field archeologist. She had been turned down three times
by the Bainbridge Scholars, just because she was a female. It still
rankled as she was so much better qualified than any they had accepted,
as she had proven by helping to save the world from the evil Im Ho Tep,
the mummy brought back to life. Evelyn had accidentally done this, but
who would have thought that reading from the Book of the Dead could do
anything?
She smiled happily at the strong, handsome man and he kissed her
inviting lips. She knew she could count on her new husband! He had
risked death and worse to rescue her from the evil creature who was
going to use her to bring his dead hussy back to life. Evelyn kissed
Rick O'Connell fondly.
He was so romantic. They were always kissing, cuddling and (she flushed
prettily) having the most wonderful sex! He was so wonderful! She had
always hoped to find a handsome dashing husband, an adventurer like her
dead father, but never had much hope of doing so.
The tall, strong young man smiled fondly at his wife. She was not only
beautiful, but brainy as all get out, and so damn sweet! He still
couldn't believe that a high class, well-educated girl had wanted to
marry him! He stood up in his 6'5" 210 frame. As the Arab chieftain had
noted, "This one was strong." And strong O'Connell was, both mentally
and physically.
Rick never thought he would be rich, but he was! The treasure he and
Evelyn had brought back from the City of the Dead had realized a cool
ten million dollars!
The only thing Evelyn would not sell was the golden book of Amun Ra,
rightly saying the spells in it were too dangerous to let loose. But
Rick O'Connell secretly thought that his wife couldn't bare to part with
it. Her brother Jonathan still thought it was lost. Evelyn even kept the
knowledge of the treasure from him, settling on just giving the
ne'er-do-well a generous allowance. Money just runs like the sands of
the desert in his hands.
Evelyn paced nervously up and down. O'Connell grinned at her.
"Relax, Evelyn! Who else is better qualified to be the new museum
curator than yourself? Adding in that you helped save the city and maybe
the world from that damn mummy, you're a lead pipe cinch!"
She rung her hands. "I know, I know!" she answered in her cultured
British voice. "I should be, but you don't know those bastards - ooops,
I mean those pompous men!" she flushed. Naughty words were so
unladylike! But her husband only grinned and kissed her.
"Remember, you were kissed by that undead freak with his rotting flesh,
were almost sacrificed, chased by his mummified girl friend, fought with
fierce Arabs, and kept your courage - how can a bunch of paunchy old men
on the board frighten you?"
"I don't know! They just do. In some situations, I just get so very
nervous! You don't know what it's like to be put down by these same
pompous men from the 'Old Boy Network' all your life!" She sighed,
looking at her tall, strong, CONFIDENT husband. "I just wish I had your
confidence! You would just march in there as cool as you please, and
tell them off, and I will probably blush, stammer, sigh and cry! I
would rather face hostile Arabs with knives any day of the week!"
O'Connell laughed and hugged her.
Her eyes lit on the handsome figure of her brave husband, then on the
golden book of Amun Ra. She put all the honey she could in her voice.
"Rick darling, I wonder if I might persuade you to do me a little favor?"
He sat up alerted. The last time she talked like this, she was trying to
persuade him to help her save the world.
* * * * *
The five members of the board of the Cairo museum were huddling. As a
matter of form, they had to interview Mrs. O'Connell for the post, but
they had already decided to give it to the chairman's nephew. They would
have no trouble bullying the girl into submission.
The very pretty, dark haired young woman came nervously into the room,
very ill at ease. Like shooting a shitting bird they thought, smiling at each
other. They were rather surprised, though, to see her so well
dressed in a dashing Paris frock, with expensive silk stockings and
truly elegant shoes and hat. Her long, dark hair was well styled, and
she looked truly beautiful.
"We looked over your qualifications, Mrs. O'Connell, and feel they fall
a little short."
Her dark eyes flashed. "In what way?" Strangely, under attack, she lost
her nervousness.
That surprised them. She followed up by leaning forward, and saying in
a hard voice, "Who are you thinking of instead of me, and what are his
qualifications?"
"ER, Mr. Harold Johnson."
"The idiot I met on the boat returning to Cairo? I can't believe it.
The man can barely read English! He certainly cannot read hieroglyphics."
"Yes, but - "
"If you think that I will stay on and do his work for him, well guess
again!"
"Now, Mrs. O'Connell, please be reasonable. It's a difficult position
for a woman."
"More difficult than helping my husband kill the undead priest? More
difficult than fighting brave desert tribesmen?"
"Well, - "
She leaned forward threateningly. They never dreamed she had such a
fierce temper; marriage had certainly changed her.
"You realize that the museum has pieces on loan that belong to my
family - the pride of your collection, as a matter of fact. The
University of Chicago has cabled me more than once that they would love
to have them."
They turned white. This wasn't fair. She wasn't playing by the rules.
She pounded the table, frightening the fat old men.
"Well? What's it going to be, 'Gentlemen'?" she said fiercely.
A short time later, Evelyn strode into her house, proudly waving the
contract.
"I had to 'reason' with them, but you're looking at the new Curator for
the Cairo Museum!"
The strong man jumped up and hugged her.
"Easy! You don't know my strength!" 'Evelyn' said, gasping.
"Sorry," said Evelyn in her husband's voice. "Thanks awfully for doing
this for me!"
"Piece of cake!" Rick said, grinning happily with her lips. "Anything
for you, dear. I still can't believe that spell from the book of Amun
Ra switched our bodies!"
"I told you so!" Evelyn said smugly.
"So you did! Well, how about switching us back?"
"I've been thinking."
"Oh?" O'Connell said suspiciously.
Evelyn put a strong arm around what had been her body. "Are you ready
for another adventure? One that I rather doubt any man has had before.
We can change back in the morning."
The adventurous spirit of Rick was intrigued, and he found himself
breathing heavy - no doubt about it - he - his body was incredibly
handsome! He fluttered his now lovely eyelids flirtatiously. "What did
you have in mind?"
"Just what you thought, just what you thought!" Evelyn said huskily. She
had never realized that she was so attractive.
He grinned, looking absolutely charming. "OK, but you have to take my
place next week at the governor's smoker. Those things are dull as hell."
"Very well, you're on! It will serve those idiots right, no women are
admitted to their inter sanctum!" she agreed, picking up her own body
in her now powerful arms. "You know, I think we will have an interesting
life ahead of us."
"Yep, who would have thought when I met you that this would be the start
of a beautiful 'friendship'?"
'I did!' Evelyn thought. 'I did. It just took a awhile to convince you.'
She kissed her own lips and was kissed back.
The End?
* * *
by Eric
Thanks Steve Zink, the Prince of Editors.
(Author's note: If you haven't seen the Mummy movie you have missed a
treat as it's great fun. I was tempted to write the last scene that was
cut from the movie. Legal stuff: I am just playing with the characters,
they're owned by Universal Studios, and did they ever make a mint from
them!)
Cairo, 1926
The city was still rebuilding itself after the attack of the evil mummy
Im Ho Tep, unleashing the ten plagues of Egypt. As Evelyn said earlier
in the film, he was buried alive with flesh eating scarabs, because he
had been very naughty.
O'Connell and Evelyn were back from their honeymoon to Paris. She had
a glow about her. She smiled with immense satisfaction. Just a few short
weeks ago, she had been a (to be honest with herself) rather mousy
Librarian at the Museum of Antiquities in Cairo. Then her brother had
stolen the key to the treasures of Egypt - the location of the City of
the Dead, Hamanaptra - from Rick O'Connell. (Evelyn did not approve of
her brother, but he was her brother.) Then she had been kissed by the
handsome and dangerous adventurer O'Connell, and she rescued him from
hanging. (She still wondered, wife-like, what kind of 'good time' he had
been having when he was arrested!) They had survived twice being
attacked by a mysterious band of Arab tribesmen, and found the City of
the Dead.
Evelyn had been determined to capture O'Connell, as well as make her
reputation as a field archeologist. She had been turned down three times
by the Bainbridge Scholars, just because she was a female. It still
rankled as she was so much better qualified than any they had accepted,
as she had proven by helping to save the world from the evil Im Ho Tep,
the mummy brought back to life. Evelyn had accidentally done this, but
who would have thought that reading from the Book of the Dead could do
anything?
She smiled happily at the strong, handsome man and he kissed her
inviting lips. She knew she could count on her new husband! He had
risked death and worse to rescue her from the evil creature who was
going to use her to bring his dead hussy back to life. Evelyn kissed
Rick O'Connell fondly.
He was so romantic. They were always kissing, cuddling and (she flushed
prettily) having the most wonderful sex! He was so wonderful! She had
always hoped to find a handsome dashing husband, an adventurer like her
dead father, but never had much hope of doing so.
The tall, strong young man smiled fondly at his wife. She was not only
beautiful, but brainy as all get out, and so damn sweet! He still
couldn't believe that a high class, well-educated girl had wanted to
marry him! He stood up in his 6'5" 210 frame. As the Arab chieftain had
noted, "This one was strong." And strong O'Connell was, both mentally
and physically.
Rick never thought he would be rich, but he was! The treasure he and
Evelyn had brought back from the City of the Dead had realized a cool
ten million dollars!
The only thing Evelyn would not sell was the golden book of Amun Ra,
rightly saying the spells in it were too dangerous to let loose. But
Rick O'Connell secretly thought that his wife couldn't bare to part with
it. Her brother Jonathan still thought it was lost. Evelyn even kept the
knowledge of the treasure from him, settling on just giving the
ne'er-do-well a generous allowance. Money just runs like the sands of
the desert in his hands.
Evelyn paced nervously up and down. O'Connell grinned at her.
"Relax, Evelyn! Who else is better qualified to be the new museum
curator than yourself? Adding in that you helped save the city and maybe
the world from that damn mummy, you're a lead pipe cinch!"
She rung her hands. "I know, I know!" she answered in her cultured
British voice. "I should be, but you don't know those bastards - ooops,
I mean those pompous men!" she flushed. Naughty words were so
unladylike! But her husband only grinned and kissed her.
"Remember, you were kissed by that undead freak with his rotting flesh,
were almost sacrificed, chased by his mummified girl friend, fought with
fierce Arabs, and kept your courage - how can a bunch of paunchy old men
on the board frighten you?"
"I don't know! They just do. In some situations, I just get so very
nervous! You don't know what it's like to be put down by these same
pompous men from the 'Old Boy Network' all your life!" She sighed,
looking at her tall, strong, CONFIDENT husband. "I just wish I had your
confidence! You would just march in there as cool as you please, and
tell them off, and I will probably blush, stammer, sigh and cry! I
would rather face hostile Arabs with knives any day of the week!"
O'Connell laughed and hugged her.
Her eyes lit on the handsome figure of her brave husband, then on the
golden book of Amun Ra. She put all the honey she could in her voice.
"Rick darling, I wonder if I might persuade you to do me a little favor?"
He sat up alerted. The last time she talked like this, she was trying to
persuade him to help her save the world.
* * * * *
The five members of the board of the Cairo museum were huddling. As a
matter of form, they had to interview Mrs. O'Connell for the post, but
they had already decided to give it to the chairman's nephew. They would
have no trouble bullying the girl into submission.
The very pretty, dark haired young woman came nervously into the room,
very ill at ease. Like shooting a shitting bird they thought, smiling at each
other. They were rather surprised, though, to see her so well
dressed in a dashing Paris frock, with expensive silk stockings and
truly elegant shoes and hat. Her long, dark hair was well styled, and
she looked truly beautiful.
"We looked over your qualifications, Mrs. O'Connell, and feel they fall
a little short."
Her dark eyes flashed. "In what way?" Strangely, under attack, she lost
her nervousness.
That surprised them. She followed up by leaning forward, and saying in
a hard voice, "Who are you thinking of instead of me, and what are his
qualifications?"
"ER, Mr. Harold Johnson."
"The idiot I met on the boat returning to Cairo? I can't believe it.
The man can barely read English! He certainly cannot read hieroglyphics."
"Yes, but - "
"If you think that I will stay on and do his work for him, well guess
again!"
"Now, Mrs. O'Connell, please be reasonable. It's a difficult position
for a woman."
"More difficult than helping my husband kill the undead priest? More
difficult than fighting brave desert tribesmen?"
"Well, - "
She leaned forward threateningly. They never dreamed she had such a
fierce temper; marriage had certainly changed her.
"You realize that the museum has pieces on loan that belong to my
family - the pride of your collection, as a matter of fact. The
University of Chicago has cabled me more than once that they would love
to have them."
They turned white. This wasn't fair. She wasn't playing by the rules.
She pounded the table, frightening the fat old men.
"Well? What's it going to be, 'Gentlemen'?" she said fiercely.
A short time later, Evelyn strode into her house, proudly waving the
contract.
"I had to 'reason' with them, but you're looking at the new Curator for
the Cairo Museum!"
The strong man jumped up and hugged her.
"Easy! You don't know my strength!" 'Evelyn' said, gasping.
"Sorry," said Evelyn in her husband's voice. "Thanks awfully for doing
this for me!"
"Piece of cake!" Rick said, grinning happily with her lips. "Anything
for you, dear. I still can't believe that spell from the book of Amun
Ra switched our bodies!"
"I told you so!" Evelyn said smugly.
"So you did! Well, how about switching us back?"
"I've been thinking."
"Oh?" O'Connell said suspiciously.
Evelyn put a strong arm around what had been her body. "Are you ready
for another adventure? One that I rather doubt any man has had before.
We can change back in the morning."
The adventurous spirit of Rick was intrigued, and he found himself
breathing heavy - no doubt about it - he - his body was incredibly
handsome! He fluttered his now lovely eyelids flirtatiously. "What did
you have in mind?"
"Just what you thought, just what you thought!" Evelyn said huskily. She
had never realized that she was so attractive.
He grinned, looking absolutely charming. "OK, but you have to take my
place next week at the governor's smoker. Those things are dull as hell."
"Very well, you're on! It will serve those idiots right, no women are
admitted to their inter sanctum!" she agreed, picking up her own body
in her now powerful arms. "You know, I think we will have an interesting
life ahead of us."
"Yep, who would have thought when I met you that this would be the start
of a beautiful 'friendship'?"
'I did!' Evelyn thought. 'I did. It just took a awhile to convince you.'
She kissed her own lips and was kissed back.
The End?
* * *