Isis

by bonbon2007

What if Imhotep's love of Anck-su-namun was not real. What if his true love was the youngest daughter of the Pharaoh? This is the story of two lovers meeting thousands of years later. Will their love last through his curse and what ever Anck-su-namun did to make him love her? This is their story.

1. Chapter 1

I do not own Mummy. It is owned by someone else. The only thing in this story that is mine in Irene/ Isis.

Key

Ancient Egyptian

English

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spoken words are "

Chapter 1

The Beginning

THEBES - 2,134 B.C

ANCK-SU-NAMUN'S BALCONY WINDOW - PALACE – DUSK

Glaring out over the city at the setting sun is a handsome, muscular Man with intense, evil eyes. This is Imhotep High Priest of Osiris, Keeper of the Dead.

A gorgeous, olive-skinned goddess enters the outer foyer. It takes a moment to realize that the skin-tight dress she's wearing isn't a dress at all, but rather her entire naked body has been PAINTED in the ancient Egyptian manner she's a stunning sight to behold. This is Anck-Su-Namun Pharaoh's Mistress. No other man was allowed to touch her.

She makes her way through the ornate statuary. Anck-su-namun embraces Imhotep, they kiss passionately, feverishly. Imhotep's hands roam over her perfect body, smearing the paint.

Footsteps are herd and the bald Priests, Imhotep's servents that where hidden in the room, rush over and close the doors. But just as they do, the doors suddenly burst open. Pharaoh angrily strides in, looks at the Priests.

PHARAOH: "What are you doing here?"

The Priests back away, scared shitless, obviously his arrival was unexpected. Pharaoh strides for the curtains throwing them back. Anck-su-namun stands alone. Gives him a sexy smile. Pharaoh sees the smeared body paint angrily pointing.

PHARAOH: "WHO HAS TOUCHED YOU?!"

From behind him, his sword is ripped out of its scabbard. Pharaoh spins around to see Imhotep. Pharaoh is shocked.

PHARAOH: "Imhotep?... My priest."

Behind him, Anck-su-namun lifts a dagger and plunges it into his back. The Pharaoh screams in pain. Imhotep raises Pharaoh's sword. The hideous bald Priests Slam the doors and bolt them tight. Through the curtains, they see the shadows of Anck-su-namun and Imhotep stab away at Pharaoh. Suddenly, the doors are rammed from the other side. Imhotep and Anck-su-namun turn and look. The doors are rammed again. The two lovers share desperate looks. The bald Priests run up and grab Imhotep and try and pull him towards the balcony.

Priests: "Pharaoh's bodyguards!"

Imhotep tries to break free, but Anck-su-namun rips Pharaoh's sword out of his hand and pushes him towards the balcony.

Anck-su-namun: "You must go. Save yourself. Only you can resurrect me."

Imhotep's face fills with despair. The doors finally explode open. Men with blue-tinted skin and strange puzzle-tattoos all over their bodies stride in armed to the teeth followed by a young woman in a blue dress. These are the Medjai, bodyguards and protectors of the Pharaoh. The Priests hustle Imhotep out onto the dark balcony just as the Medjai rip through the curtains. They and the woman see Anck-su-namun standing over the dead Pharaoh. She points at Pharaoh and hisses.

Anck-su-namun: "My body is no longer his temple!"

She plunges the sword into her own heart. Out on the balcony, Imhotep's mouth opens into a horrible silent scream. The young woman kneels beside the Pharaoh tears streaming down her face.

Isis: "My father I'm sorry. I should have known."

As the Medjai listen to the youngest child of the Pharaoh cry the oldest daughter now the queen due to the death of her father walks in and leads the young woman away. As they reach the door she turns to the Medjai.

Nefertiti: "She is to be cursed for killing our father may her soul never rest."

She turns to her sister.

Nefertiti: "Come sister your strength is already failing you. You are very sick you shouldn't even be out of bed."

Isis looks to the ground and sees a bangle in the doorway. It has fine designs all along it. She remembers giving it to Imhotep before Anck-su-namun twisted his mind. Suddenly she knew all that had transpired here this night. Like a dream the vision flowed over her. As the vision finished she collapse to the floor and turns to her sister.

Isis: "Sister, I know what happened. She and Imhotep both killed our father. She let him escape so that he could resurrect her."

Nefertiti: "Sister you know what that means. If he is caught he will be given the Hom-Dai. He will never meet you in the next life you know that, right."

Isis: "I know. He is not the man I fell in love with; she did something to him. We were truly in love once, but he must be punished for the crime he has committed and for what he is attempting to do. I will not last much longer sister, however I hope that someday you will find love. These are my last words. I love you."

Nefertiti stares at her dead sister in sorrow and shock. She knew her sister was sick and that she had been slowly fading, but for her to be dying from something that was common when they were kids upset her more than anything.

When Isis was a child the visions came all the time. A gift from the gods their mother had said. She had been born when the healers of the time said it was not possible. Their parents had even named her Isis, after the Goddess Isis. They had even prevented many deaths and wars from harming Egypt, but since she had fallen ill after a meal two months ago the visions just seem to sap more of her sister's strength. Both of them believed it to be poison, but their father didn't believe them. Another event around that time was a certain priest's change of heart about Isis. Nefertiti for one believed that it was Anck-su-namun's fault somehow, but with no proof nothing could be done. Now though she had done the most heinous. She had killed the Pharaoh, and Nefertiti would see her pay. She turned to the Medjai who had followed them.

Nefertiti: "Prepare to follow Imhotep. When he attempts to resurrect that woman capture him. He is to be sentenced to the Hom-Dai."

SAND DUNES - NIGHT

Imhotep leads a torch-lit procession across the dunes. Anck-su-namun's mummy is carried by Nubian slaves. They put her down in the sand along with five jewel encrusted jars. Imhotep, filled with dread, reads from a golden book made out of pure gold. This book is known as the book of the living. It contained sacred incantations that would send the evil dead on a journey into the dark underworld.

Strange lights suddenly flash across the faces of the slaves and the Egyptian soldiers. Suddenly, everyone's fear-filled eyes all rise, as if watching Anck-su-namun's body rising. Then one last huge flash, accompanied by a blast of wind, and it's over. Anck-su-namun's body now lies twisted on the ground.

Imhotep's Priests place the body into a stone sarcophagus. The Nubian slaves lower it into a hole and bury it with sand. Imhotep then signals to the Soldiers, who throw their spears at the Nubians, killing them. Imhotep's knife-wielding Priests attack the now unarmed soldiers, hacking at them in the flickering darkness as Imhotep and the Medjai solemnly watches the end of the death ceremony.

The Medjai walk off across the sand and then, one by one, the priests stop their frenzied stabbing and stare off at the vanishing Medjai. As the last Medjai disappears over a distant dune, Imhotep nods, and the Priests leap onto Anck-su-namun's grave and begin digging it back up with their hands.

SAHARA DESERT - NIGHT

Chariots race out into the moonlit desert. Imhotep leads the way. A "hearse" carries Anck-su-namun's mummy. The chariots arrive at a place marked on the map in hieratic; a city in which only the Pharaohs may be buried. They race up the stone ramp and in through the city gates.

HAMUNAPTRA - ANUBIS SITE - NIGHT

Imhotep pulls an ornate chest out of a secret compartment inside the giant statue of Anubis, placed there so that no such sacrilege might ever disgrace Egypt. He opens the chest and lifts out The Book of the Dead, made of black stone.

UNDERGROUND NECROPOLIS - NIGHT

Big hairy rats scurry through the mausoleums and over the headstones of this very large, scary, underground cemetery. A detritus, muck made out of filthy water and human remains, moat surrounds the cemetery. Skulls bob in the goop. The Priests have gathered in a circle. Their hooded, lifeless eyes seem dead to this world. Their bald heads rock back and forth as they chant, a quiet eerie hum. In the middle of the circle is a strange, twisted altar. Imhotep has unwrapped Anck-su-namun's gorgeous, lifeless body and placed her five sacred canopic jars around her.

As Imhotep begins to read from The Book of The Dead, a large swirling hole starts to open in the detritus bog. Several Priests look over at it, frightened, then quickly look back down and resume chanting. A strange mist wafts up out of the swirling hole and over to the jars, it passes through them and into Anck-su-namun's body. One of the jars shudders, the heart inside begins to beat.

The chanting Priests, swirling hole, wafting mist, beating heart, and Imhotep's readings are reaching a crescendo. Anck-su-namun's eyes suddenly fly open. All that is needed is to put her organs that are in the jars back into her body. Imhotep lifts a sacrificial knife above Anck-su-namun's breast, about to plunge it down. The chanting, swirling, and beating heart peak.

And that's when the Medjai burst in and storm through the startled Priests. The head Medjai smashes the jar with the beating heart. The mist instantly sucks back out of Anck-su-namun's body and implodes back into the swirling hole. Anck-su-namun's eyes close. She is dying once again. Imhotep screams in rage. The Medjai grab him and his Priests.

EMBALMING CHAMBER ( In NECROPOLIS) - NIGHT

Inside a torch-lit chamber, Imhotep is held by Anubis-headed embalmers. He cringes at the flickering, hazy glimpses of his Priests being embalmed and mummified alive. The horrid-looking Embalmers, using knives, needles and thread, calmly perform their ghastly surgery on the screaming Priests, who are going insane from the procedure.

In the main chamber all twenty-one of Imhotep's Priests squirm inside their wrappings. Imhotep is forced to his knees. His arms are held back. His mouth is pried open. His tongue cut out. The Embalmer flings Imhotep's tongue onto the floor. Imhotep is wrapped alive. Only his mouth, nostrils and fear filled eyes are left free of the slimy bandages. Detritus muck boils inside a black cauldron. Embalmers scoop out the fetid muck and apply it to Imhotep's wrappings as he squirms.

He's then laid in a stone sarcophagus. An Embalmer with a bucket steps up and looks into the coffin. Imhotep's wild eyes stare back. The Embalmer empties the bucket over Imhotep's chest: dozens of flesh eating scarabs, disgusting dung beetles. They scurry across Imhotep's screaming face. Some vanish into his tongue-less mouth and up his nostrils.

'By eating the sacred scarabs, he would be cursed to stay alive forever. And by eating him, they were cursed just the same.'

The heavy sarcophagus lid is shoved into place and with a loud WHOOSH seals itself airtight. The head Medjai uses the strange key, locking the sarcophagus lid tight.

'He was to remain sealed inside his sarcophagus, the undead for all of eternity.'

The blue-skinned, strangely tattooed man carefully collapses the sides of the key, turning it into a little puzzle box.

'They would never allow him to be released. For he would arise a walking disease, a plague upon mankind, an unholy flesh-eater, with the strength of ages, power over the sands, and the glory of invincibility.'

Imhotep's sarcophagus is dropped into a detritus pit. The disgusting muck slashes up, drools down it-s sides, and then is mysteriously sucked into its seams, vanishing clean.

"And if he could raise Anck- su-namun from her place in hell, together, they would be an unstoppable infection upon this world. The Apocalypse. The End."

Imhotep's horrifying tongue-less screams can be heard coming from inside his sarcophagus as grave diggers shovel dirt onto it.