This fan fic will feature Indy, Marion, Sallah, Marcus, Jack Shannon, Eaton and Henry Jones sen. and maybe some other guests…
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your Marion R. Jones
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The Lost Ark Strikes Back
~Chicago, 1946~
Marion Ravenwood sat in her living room, reading a book about pets. She herself didn't own one till last week,
when she felt sorry for a little black cat. She took it into her appartement, providing the kitten with milk and a warm
place to sleep.
The streets of Chicago aren't so welcoming, you must be tough to survive.
The city itself isn't so welcoming either, Al Capone had chosen it to be his headquarters and now there're more godfathers
than policemen, she thought.
On the near-by table stood a glass of good-old Gin, a flash of light was brought into the dark night with a Tiffany-lamp.
Rain-drops were trembling against the window, creating a calming sound.
Nevertheless, Marion was nervous. The little kitty must have felt her mood, because it was still awake, sitting on the
arm-chair.
He'd come.
He'd give her life another direction.
He'd bring joy in her life... or the opposite.
They hadn't seen each other for a long time.
Does she feel more than just friendship for him?
No, she thought to herself, his unsteady life wasn't the life she was longing for.
Since a long time, Marion didn't know what she wanted, but could he give it to her?
Impossible.
Stop thinking of him!
Her satin bathrobe was opened a little bit, revealing her skin.
The cat was watching her movements with scary, yellow eyes.
"Don't look't me like that Tom, have ya never reached a possible turning-point in ya life?"
The eyes follow every movement of her lips.
At a sudden, somebody knocked at the door.
Marion jumped up, seeming even more nervous now.
Before she opened the door, she through a fast view into the mirror.
"Good evening, Marion."
*It was him.*
"Hi Marcello. Welcome..."
"You look delightful, my dear. How do you betray the years?"
"Please, would we leave the small talk for later, we've got something important to talk 'bout."
He took her hand into his and kissed it softly.
"You are right, honey."
"Do ya want something to drink?"
"A Scotch would be nice. You have a very nice appartement my dear. I see that the payments are worth it."
"My price for it was high enough."
"Well, why do you think I desired to visit you? To refresh our relationship?"
"Possibly... In fact, I wanna know if ya have a new job for me? The ol'one gets boring."
"Not so far, all restaurants, bars and pubs are occupied, I think you'll have to stay where you are at."
"So why did ya come? Not just for chattin' I guess."
"You're right. The reason for which I'm here now, is an order from the Highest."
"Pardon? Al Capone's in jail."
"I didn't think of him, this has nothing to do with the Mafia, Marion."
"You're confusin' me. Whom d'ya mean by the Highest?"
"Remember happenings 10 years ago?"
"Ya mean the lost ark?"
*It's twenty years ago...*
"Yes, you saw it."
"No, I closed my eyes, you're not allowed to look at the power of god."
"Who told you that?"
"A person who knows!"
"Where is the ark now?"
"Somewhere at the FBI or CIA, I'm not sure, they took it away from us."
"Who took it away?"
"I've no idea... why're ya askin' all those questions?"
"It's very important. You must tell me everything!"
Marcello was getting up from his seat, moving towards Marion.
"You're frightening me. Why's the ark so important for ya?"
"Just tell me!" He was nearly screaming.
"No! Get away! I don't owe you something!" Marion was reaching out for the phone, when a knife cut the cable.
"Whatta ya think you're doin? Get out of my house."
Ten years ago, she had used the same words to throw Indiana out of her inn...
*Why must history always repeat itself?*
"You heard me, get out!"
This time he directed the weapon at Marion...
A man was passing the house, when he heard a woman's voice screaming.
She could already sense the silver blade moving towards her throat, when she saw a shadow.
Should history really repeat itself in every part?
"Let the lady go!"
Marcello felt the barrel of a gun in his back, turning around.
"Give me the knife!"
Instead, he pointed it at the man.
But Marion was quick, she took a vase which was standing near the window and hit it over his head.
He abruptly fall on the ground, blood running down his face.
"You saved my life, Miss..."
"Ravenwood. And ya saved mine."
The man shot a mysterious view at her.
"We should get out of her, just in case if somebody of his friends might come to take a look. Grab your gear!"
"What's your name?"
"Jack, Jack Shannon. We need to get out of here."
"Wait! I need to change into something else."
After a few seconds she came back, wearing a long black skirt with a slot and a black leather jacket.
"We're on a chase and not goin' on the catwalk, my dear!"
"Ladies want to look good no matter what they do! Where's Tom?"
"Who?"
"My cat."
"Forget your cat, the police'll be here in a few minutes."
"Mister, I'm thankful that you saved my life, but don't give me orders, right!?"
She discovered her little kitty hidden under a table.
"We can go."
Jack pulled her by the hand out of the house as horns were heard at the end of the road.
rated: r
Mail your comments or critizism to: DarthVader_1401@hotmail.com
your Marion R. Jones
********************************************************************************
The Lost Ark Strikes Back
~Chicago, 1946~
Marion Ravenwood sat in her living room, reading a book about pets. She herself didn't own one till last week,
when she felt sorry for a little black cat. She took it into her appartement, providing the kitten with milk and a warm
place to sleep.
The streets of Chicago aren't so welcoming, you must be tough to survive.
The city itself isn't so welcoming either, Al Capone had chosen it to be his headquarters and now there're more godfathers
than policemen, she thought.
On the near-by table stood a glass of good-old Gin, a flash of light was brought into the dark night with a Tiffany-lamp.
Rain-drops were trembling against the window, creating a calming sound.
Nevertheless, Marion was nervous. The little kitty must have felt her mood, because it was still awake, sitting on the
arm-chair.
He'd come.
He'd give her life another direction.
He'd bring joy in her life... or the opposite.
They hadn't seen each other for a long time.
Does she feel more than just friendship for him?
No, she thought to herself, his unsteady life wasn't the life she was longing for.
Since a long time, Marion didn't know what she wanted, but could he give it to her?
Impossible.
Stop thinking of him!
Her satin bathrobe was opened a little bit, revealing her skin.
The cat was watching her movements with scary, yellow eyes.
"Don't look't me like that Tom, have ya never reached a possible turning-point in ya life?"
The eyes follow every movement of her lips.
At a sudden, somebody knocked at the door.
Marion jumped up, seeming even more nervous now.
Before she opened the door, she through a fast view into the mirror.
"Good evening, Marion."
*It was him.*
"Hi Marcello. Welcome..."
"You look delightful, my dear. How do you betray the years?"
"Please, would we leave the small talk for later, we've got something important to talk 'bout."
He took her hand into his and kissed it softly.
"You are right, honey."
"Do ya want something to drink?"
"A Scotch would be nice. You have a very nice appartement my dear. I see that the payments are worth it."
"My price for it was high enough."
"Well, why do you think I desired to visit you? To refresh our relationship?"
"Possibly... In fact, I wanna know if ya have a new job for me? The ol'one gets boring."
"Not so far, all restaurants, bars and pubs are occupied, I think you'll have to stay where you are at."
"So why did ya come? Not just for chattin' I guess."
"You're right. The reason for which I'm here now, is an order from the Highest."
"Pardon? Al Capone's in jail."
"I didn't think of him, this has nothing to do with the Mafia, Marion."
"You're confusin' me. Whom d'ya mean by the Highest?"
"Remember happenings 10 years ago?"
"Ya mean the lost ark?"
*It's twenty years ago...*
"Yes, you saw it."
"No, I closed my eyes, you're not allowed to look at the power of god."
"Who told you that?"
"A person who knows!"
"Where is the ark now?"
"Somewhere at the FBI or CIA, I'm not sure, they took it away from us."
"Who took it away?"
"I've no idea... why're ya askin' all those questions?"
"It's very important. You must tell me everything!"
Marcello was getting up from his seat, moving towards Marion.
"You're frightening me. Why's the ark so important for ya?"
"Just tell me!" He was nearly screaming.
"No! Get away! I don't owe you something!" Marion was reaching out for the phone, when a knife cut the cable.
"Whatta ya think you're doin? Get out of my house."
Ten years ago, she had used the same words to throw Indiana out of her inn...
*Why must history always repeat itself?*
"You heard me, get out!"
This time he directed the weapon at Marion...
A man was passing the house, when he heard a woman's voice screaming.
She could already sense the silver blade moving towards her throat, when she saw a shadow.
Should history really repeat itself in every part?
"Let the lady go!"
Marcello felt the barrel of a gun in his back, turning around.
"Give me the knife!"
Instead, he pointed it at the man.
But Marion was quick, she took a vase which was standing near the window and hit it over his head.
He abruptly fall on the ground, blood running down his face.
"You saved my life, Miss..."
"Ravenwood. And ya saved mine."
The man shot a mysterious view at her.
"We should get out of her, just in case if somebody of his friends might come to take a look. Grab your gear!"
"What's your name?"
"Jack, Jack Shannon. We need to get out of here."
"Wait! I need to change into something else."
After a few seconds she came back, wearing a long black skirt with a slot and a black leather jacket.
"We're on a chase and not goin' on the catwalk, my dear!"
"Ladies want to look good no matter what they do! Where's Tom?"
"Who?"
"My cat."
"Forget your cat, the police'll be here in a few minutes."
"Mister, I'm thankful that you saved my life, but don't give me orders, right!?"
She discovered her little kitty hidden under a table.
"We can go."
Jack pulled her by the hand out of the house as horns were heard at the end of the road.