Filth

CAIRO PRISON

Cairo prison, one of the worst prisons in the world, it's a hell hole – every lowlife can be found in this filthy unfit for any life prison. The warden himself is a first rate scumbag.

The warden escorted Evelyn and Jonathan across the gallows courtyard. "Come on! Step over the threshold." He said, "Welcome to Cairo prison, my humble home."

"You told me you found it on a dig down in Thebes!" Evelyn whispered furiously at Jonathan, walking a distance behind to warden.

Jonathan shrugged. "Well, I was mistaken."

"You lied to me!"

"I lie to everybody, what makes you so special?"

"Well, I don't know?" she said sarcastically. "Maybe, because I'm your sister?"

"Which only makes you more," Jonathan pointed at Eve, "baby Carnahan, more gullible."

"Jonathan, you stole it from a drunk at the local bar!"

"Picked his pocket, actually."

"Stole, borrowed, picked his pocket, what's the difference?"

"Exactly, so I don't think –"

"Oh, I'm sorry, how aren't you not in prison?" she asked, cutting him off.

Before he could reply. The warden said they have arrived at their destination, the jail cells.

"What exactly is this man in prison for?" Evelyn questioned the warden.

"This I don't know, but when I heard you were coming, I asked him myself," the warden replied leaning an arm on the bars of the cell and called to another person in Arabic.

Eve nodded to herself, thinking. "And what did her say?" she asked.

"He said he was just looking for a good time." The warden answered.

The interior cell door burst open. A man in chains was dragged out by four guards and shoved him up to the cell bars. The man's face was half hidden by long hair; he had a scraggly beard and many bruises proving he had been in there for a while.

"This is the man you stole it from?" inquired Evelyn

"Well –"

"You? Jonathan, seriously? You stole from this man?" she said in disbelief, as the man was several times large than her brother.

"Yes exactly. So why don't we go sniff out a spot of tiffin –" Jonathan started to find an excuse to leave however Evelyn grabbed his arm preventing an escape and dragged him closer to the bars.

"Who's the broad?" the man asked rudely causing the Eve to turn her attention to him and off of Jonathan.

"Broad?!" Eve repeated angrily, she sighed angrily counting to ten to calm herself down, before saying politely, "how do you do?"

The man's eyes travelled up her frame.

"Oh well, guess you're not a total loss." He said, eyes still on Evelyn's body.

"I beg your pardon?" she said indignantly, staring at him in disgust.

The warden glared at the prisoner. "You better watch yourself, or else…" he threatened.

"I tremble with anticipation." The prisoner replied before the guard clubbed him across the head causing his face to smash into the metal bars of the cell. The man a nasty look.

"Being right back." Said the warden.

"Take your time," the man said sweetly making the guard hit him again.

Jonathan whispered to Eve, "Ask him about the box?"

"We found…" Evelyn started before trailing off, noticing the man's attention was elsewhere. "– uh, hello excuse me!" he turned to her looking annoyed.

"Thank you, we found your puzzle box and wanted to ask you some questions about it."

"No."

"No?" she repeated in disbelief.

"No, you came to ask about Hamunaptra." He accused loudly. Jonathan winced at the volume, as Eve shushed the man.

She crossed her arms over her chest. "How do you know about Hamunaptra?"

"Because that's where I was when I found it. I was there." He replied.

Curious no Eve moved close, checking over her shoulder for the warden, fortunately he was not there.

Jonathan deciding to be brace went closer to the bars. "But how do we know that's not a load of pigs swallow?" he questioned.

The prisoner look at Jonathan, His eyes lit with recognition. "Hey… don't I know you?" he questioned.

"No, I just got one of those faces." Suddenly Jonathan was on the floor with a growing bruise on this face. The prisoner was punished for the act.

Eve stepped over Jonathans body, moving closer to the bars. "Have you really been to Hamunaptra?" she asked in amazement.

A small smirk formed on his face. "I just decked your brother."

Eve shrugged carelessly. "Happens all the time. You didn't answer the question."

The smirk grew into a smile, "yeah, I was there."

"You, swear?"

"Every damn day." He deadpanned.

"That's not what I mea–"

"– I know what you mean. I was there, alright. Seti's place, the City of the Dead." He said waving his hands around, the chains clinking.

"What did you find?" Evelyn questioned.

"I found sand and death." He replied as the warden arrived.

Eve leaned closer to the man. "Can you tell me how to get there?" he blinked at these words as if those words were the last thing he expected her to say. She leaned a bit more asking in excitement. "The exact location."

"Want to know?"

Closer she leaned, biting her lip. "I wouldn't have asked if I didn't."

"Really want to know?"

Her face was right against the bar, staring at the prisoner in fascination. "Yes."

He grabbed her chin and pressed his lips against hers roughly, Evelyn froze in surprise, her face beginning to flush in embarrassment.

"Then let me outta here!" he exclaimed as the guard clubbed him and dragged him away. But before the door closer he shouted, "DO IT LADY!"

"What's going to happen to him?" she asked, gesturing to the now closed doors.

"To be hanged." The warden show-off his green and yellow teeth, causing Eve to wrinkle her nose in disgust at him. "Apparently, he had a very good time."