Just a brief little story that I thought of. I'll be updating the other one very soon.
David Daniels looked back at the mob of people and shuddered. The car was faster but who knew what lay ahead that Imhotep could use. He could picture the birds attacking them or the ground rising up – he shook himself. Fear wouldn't help, he told himself. The jeep careened through the city and he reloaded his pistols just in case. Then it halted and he turned to see a barricade of people.
"We'll have to go through them," Rick said and gunned the motor. The jeep slammed into the mindless people and for a moment, it seemed they would make it. Then Daniels felt hands gripping him and he was dragged off the car. He rolled and stood up, drawing his pistols and firing into the crowd, hoping that he could distract a few of them to get the others out. Then the crowd paused and he felt terror course through him as he saw the creature that had murdered his friends walk forwards.
He looked down at his pistols and then at Imhotep. He'd seen this guy take a shotgun blast and stand up easily so pistols were probably no use. He backed up against the wall and then suddenly smiled. He was already doomed, so why not deny the mummy the pleasure of killing him? In a lightning-quick move, he brought his gun to his head.
"I hope you rot in hell," he said and pulled the trigger. Distantly, he heard a scream of rage and smiled.
Imhotep roared in cheated rage as the man slumped. Without the full life-force, he would be far weaker until he found another that could be trapped in the same curse. He looked at the body and tried to pull the last remnants of life from it but there was nothing left. Except a sense of victory, laughing in triumph.
I hope you like it. I always wondered what would have happened if one of the cursed people had died from something besides Imhotep. Please review.