A/N: I AM ALIVE. Yes, surprisingly, I have not been sent to an early and most unfortunate death. No, instead I have returned and first and foremost, I would like to apologize. I lost someone very close to me, and have been very busy juggling responsibility and schoolwork. In other words, times have been really tough for me. I believe if you ask any of my fellow classmates, they will tell you that my appearance and attitude has…become more depressing. Still, I thought that I would continue this story with some new emphasis. Now that the school holidays have come, it's the prefect time to get this story back on track, and hopefully you will see more updates coming. On the note of this story, 50 REVIEWS! Wow, thank you so much :D That was my goal as a new writer, 50 reviews, and that was achieved. I feel so happy. But, without further ado, let the story continue ^^.
Jack stood in the middle of the Tardis, completely quiet. Martha still clung onto him, sobbing silently. He viewed what had happened carefully, and could only come to one conclusion: if they hadn't gone against the Doctor, he would still be alive. He sighed, tightening his grip on Martha as he felt the tears threatening to spill. He held them in. He had to be strong to support Martha. Her sobbing had stopped, but her facial expression still showed the mourning upon her face. He patted her back slowly, and eventually she let go of him.
'Well', he said, looking around the Tardis, 'we must have materialized somewhere. Perhaps in Disneyland. That's what you need, a good ride. Then again, Disneyland is not the only place you can get that.' Jack said, joking around. Martha looked at him, and forced a smile. She didn't feel like smiling, there truly was not a positive to the situation they were in. She had lost him, after so much. Yet she didn't want Jack's efforts to cheer her up to be in vain. There was no sense in both of them being severely depressed.
'Yeah.' She said simply, he voice threatening to break into sobs. Wiping away the tears, she walked up slowly to the TARDIS doors and opened then, only to reel back into the TARDIS coughing.
'It's not Disneyland.' She said through coughs, and Jack raised an eyebrow at her. He opened the doors, looking outside to where they had landed. All he could see was a vast landscape of sand, and a burning hot sun. He couldn't help but smile at where they had ended up.
'Sahara Desert,' Jack said, bending down and examining the sand, 'He never really was good with location. I'd say that we ended up in the past, perhaps 200 years from 2012. But that's only my guess.' Martha nodded her head, stepping outside to examine the desert closely. There wasn't much to it, almost like an area made purely of heat and sand. She grimaced as sand landed on her face. She opened her mouth to ask Jack a question, but sand entered quickly. Her coughing fit returned, as she desperately tried to spit out the sand. It didn't taste quite right to her…it tastes weird…different. She found herself shaking her head at the thoughts she was having. Honestly, how would she know how sand tasted? She dispelled the feeling, but it still persisted in the corner of her mind.
'What's that?' She asked, looking at a very faint object in the distance. She wasn't even sure if it was an object, it was basically the faintest of shadows. She found herself wincing at the thought of shadows, as it reminded her too much of him. Jack, looking at the pain that had overcome her face, looked in the direction she was pointing in. He had to squint, but he could see an object in the distance. It was colossal, casting a visible shadow from such a distance. He couldn't distinguish details though.
'I have no idea,' he replied, turning to face Martha with a smile, 'But you know what? We should go find out.' Martha looked at the maniacal grin on his face, the childish glint in his eyes and was reminded of the Doctor.
'STOP IT,' she thought to herself, 'you're just torturing yourself thinking things like that…thinking about HIM. Go with Jack and take a look at what it is.' Though she wasn't aware of it, Martha's eyes flashed gold at random looked at her inquisitively, she had seemed to have spaced out. He became worried; Martha hadn't been acting quite like herself lately. But still…she had lost someone who she obviously cared about. He cursed the Doctor's thickness, and unawareness of romance.
'Martha?' He asked quietly, elbowing her softly. She seemed to come out of her trance, blinking rapidly as she did. Gazing at Jack, she managed to shrug her shoulders.
'Maybe it's safer to wait in the TARDIS.' She said unconfidently, feeling uncomfortable. Jack looked at her closely; almost certain he had seen a flash of gold in her eyes. He kept looking intently yet saw nothing. Finally, he dismissed the idea.
'Yeah, but where's the fun in that?' Jack asked, and Martha couldn't help but smile. Jack winked at her, spitting out sand and starting to walk in the shadow's direction. Martha looked at him briefly, before turning back to the TARDIS. Every instinct in her body telling her to return to it, and let Jack pursue the shadow. Her eyes flashed gold again, as she began to walk towards the familiar blue door.
'Martha!' Jack called from the distance, causing Martha to turn, 'You coming?' Martha looked back at the door, then at Jack. Finally, she decided that as a tribute to the Doctor, she would go with Jack. Her mind was screaming at her, but it stopped abruptly. It gave her a massive headache, as the golden colour faded back to her usual deep brown.
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The massive shadow started to morph into an object. As they walked for what seemed like eternity, they arrived at what it was. One on the wonders of the world, the Pyramid. Martha looked happily at it: she hardly got to travel and to be able to finally see them was a great pleasure. Jack looked up to it as well; admiring how such primitive people could have built such a wondrous thing.
'Well, I may have misjudged a bit. Seems that we're in Egypt, although I'd say around the same year as I thought. Glad you decided to follow?' Jack asked her, and Martha nodded. She wouldn't have missed this for the world. Maybe for other worlds, but for nothing on Earth. Jack looked at the smile on her face, happy that she seemed to be enjoying herself instead of mourning and crying. He looked around, although something didn't quite seem right to him. There was a Pyramid here, yet no other in sight. It was simply there, in the middle of nowhere. And the more closely her listened, he could hear noises. Noises of mining, digging and people bustling around. Voices chattered loudly, and he wondered how he had missed that before. He glanced at the Pyramid again, but there was no interest in his eyes now. It had been replaced by suspicion. Martha completely failed to notice these things; she had become entranced with the Pyramid. Her eyes flashed gold yet again, and she felt the overwhelming feeling of curiosity envelop her. She wanted to explore, to feel, to touch the whole thing. Jack looked at Martha, seeing her almost immersed in the whole thing. To be impressed with a particular things was something, but Martha seemed to be almost drinking in the scenery, like it was a drink with addictive properties. She became aware of Jack looking at her; she tore her gaze away from the Pyramid to look at Jack.
'Sorry,' She muttered, disappointed that she wasn't looking at it anymore, 'I got a little bit sidetracked.' Jack nodded, but remained suspicious. Everything had been quite weird since the events of the Hazmat Zombies. Martha had been acting more and more out of character, almost like it wasn't Martha in her head. He chose his words carefully.
'We need to look at what's making that noise.' Jack said, closing his eyes and listening closer. Martha looked at him, unaware that there were any noises present.
'What do we have here?' A voice said, causing Jack to open his eyes and Martha to spin around. A man stood in front of them, looking at them with a gaze that didn't signify friendship. He seemed to be in his 50's, with graying hair. He wore a brown overcoat, hanging over him despite the heat. He wore a black vest, with a crisp white shirt underneath. He wore a hat on his head, a wide rimmed article of clothing that protected him from sunburn. Martha thought her heart was going to skip a beat when she saw the spotted Bow Tie he was wearing. He huffed, brushing his graying mustache in annoyance. 'Honestly, I tell the workers to keep an eye of people who enter than I get you two waltzing in here. I do hope that you're not here to steal all our credit, are you?'
'Hello,' Jack said flirtatiously, extending his hand to the man, 'my name is Captain Jack Harkness, and this here is my friend Martha Jones. We honestly mean no harm in any way, just decided to look at a big pretty stone…thing that was standing out. Don't mind us, we're no-body special. But you would be?' The man huffed, looking at both Jack and Martha with disgust and ignoring Jack's hand. Jack lowered it begrudgingly.
'That's quite an elaborate lie. I can easily tell when people are lying. You're here to steal the discovery, aren't you?' Jack looked confused, albeit slightly impressed that the man had seen through his lie so easily.
'I can assure you we mean no such thing,' Martha said in her kindest and most helpless voice, 'We just wanted to look at something so pretty.' The man's hard gaze seemed to soften, and Jack looked at her with a smirk on his face. Martha fought the urge to stick his tongue out at him.
'I'm sorry for being rude My Fair Lady,' the man said, looking guilty, 'You see, a job like this has been grinding at my nerves for quite a few years now. I truly apologize for forgetting my manners. My name is Howard Carter, at your service.' Martha identified the name, searching her memories of school to remember. Jack, on the other hand, had no problem.
'It is such a pleasure Mr. Carter. Spent so long looking for that mummy, huh?' Howard looked at Jack with newfound respect.
'Ah, a man of discovery I see. Indeed, I have been searching for the infamous tombs for such a long time. But I can almost feel success bearing upon us today.' Jack seemed puzzled for a second, as did Martha. Finally, she identified the man. Howard Carter: the man who was responsible for leading his team into finding the Tomb of Tutankhamen. Although, she recalled the tomb not being near many pyramids.
'What year are we in?' Martha asked, looking around. Jack caught on quickly, eying the lone Pyramid once again. Howard snorted.
'It seems you have been drinking a little too much, my exotic lady,' he replied, causing Jack to hid a grin and Martha blink her eyes in surprise, 'Today is the 16th of February, 1923. And, by the looks of it, a great day for all of us.'
'Where are we then? Surely, in the Valley of the Kings.' Martha asked, looking around. Jack became wary the instant the word's left Howard's lips.
'Yes,' Howard replied, gazing at the 'obviously' drunk woman, 'We are located in the area known as the Valley of the King's. And today, we have found the entrance to the Pharaohs' tomb!' His voice boomed at the end of the sentence, with obvious pride. Yet something was awry, and Martha noticed it. The tomb on Tutankhamen was a chamber with a door…in simple terms. But they were in front of a Pyramid. Jack had the same thoughts.
'To which direction?' Jack asked, analyzing the situation. Howard didn't like the tone the man spoke in.
'It is of no relevance to freeloaders like you.' Howard replied gruffly, adamant that the conversation had lost all-purpose. Martha wasn't satisfied with his answer.
'Please, answer my friend's question.' Martha said sweetly, ashamed that she had to pretend to be an attention seeking bimbo to get the information. The man's eyes softened.
'For you, anything,' he flirted. Martha forced a smile, 'we are located on the West Side of the Valley, and are at the base of the Tomb.'
Jack sighed, looking at Martha. Martha looked back.
'Thank you very much Mr. Carter,' Jack said, pretending to be a sophisticated as he could, 'But my associate and me shall be taking our leave. It was a pleasure.' He began to walk slowly, Martha following. Howard looked at the beautiful lady leaving, and felt a lump grow in his throat. He hadn't yet met a lady so bold to show her words, to dress so naked and to behave in such an odd yet seductive fashion. He was intent on not letting her go.
'Ms. Jones,' he called out. Jack winked at Martha, signaling the silent plan had worked. Martha sighed, wondering why all the married men seemed to take a liking to her, 'would you and your friend like to accompany my team and I into the Tomb. It will be fascinating, and you could be part of one of the world's greatest discoveries. And, if you wish, we could spend some quality time together.'
Martha wanted to hit him, but Jack but a reassuring hand on her shoulder. She reasoned in her mind that the Doctor would do anything to get to the bottom of a mystery.
'That would be most delightful Mr. Carter.' She replied, and a broad grin plastered itself all over Howard's face. He motioned for them to follow, the disappeared around the sides of the Pyramid. Martha let out a constrained sigh.
'Jack, I hope you understand what I am doing so we can find out what is going on.' She said, her voice filled with menace. Jack chuckled, before running his hand over the cool stones of the Pyramid.
'Yeah, I understand Nightingale. It's not my fault he doesn't go for me,' Jack said, winking as he did so, 'But I think something's gone wrong.'
'I noticed too,' Martha replied, trying to place the reason for the whole dilemma, 'but I can't put a finger on it. History was never as good as my medical skills.' Jack nodded.
'Today is the day that Howard Carter discovers Tutankhamen's tomb. Great scientific discovery, not the first and certainly not the last but it was a shaping of human curiosity. It caused other to reach out into the sands, to see what was there,' he said, Martha nodding and leant against the Pyramid, 'but he did that on the East Side of the Valley of the King's. That's one bad thing. As far as I know, the East Side is responsible for the major discoveries. Not the West side in which we are currently situated. Tutankhamen's tomb was located on the East side as well, so if today was the day he found the tomb we should be on the East side.'
Martha nodded, seeing the flaws in what was progressing. Yet another question sprang to her mind.
'Jack, are there Pyramids on this side?' She asked, walking away from the Pyramid to Jack's side.
'As far as I know, there aren't any. But if there were, they wouldn't be in one off locations like this. They'd be in a close proximity, perhaps around 3000 metres apart. Nothing like a large, lone Pyramid.'
'MARTHA! FRIEND!' Howard's voice echoed, causing both Martha and Jack to turn. They couldn't see Howard, but his voice housed irritation, 'we need to get going now. Would you please hurry up?'
Martha and Jack looked at each other, and then began to follow Howard's voice. They failed to notice the fact that the stone of Pyramid Martha had just been leaning on was glowing a scorching red.
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'Glorious, is it not?' Howard exclaimed. A group of 10 men were crowded around him inside the tent. Howard had led Martha and Jack to campsite around 500 metres from the Pyramid base, with tents pitched up to protect workers and people from the sand. The excavation team had been sent back to their homes, leaving total of only 10 people left. Everyone was buzzing with excitement at his or her discovery. Martha and Jack looked wary, 'Today is the day that we open the door! All our hard work has been for this moment. We shall be glorified in ink for this discovery, our names forever immortalized in the pages. Children shall talk about our discovery, all of them eager as us to learn the truths. And best of all, our discovery shall grant us untold riches for this lifetime,' Howard's speech gathered a roar of appreciation from the people in the room, who seemed to be unable to stand still. Howard motioned at Jack and Martha, 'these two will be accompanying us into the tomb. A few extra hands will never hurt.' The men eyed Martha greedily, whispering a great deal of foul things to each other. Jack shook his head when he heard some of the words. The group soon disbanded from the tent, all of them walking to the entrance of the Pyramid. Howard gave Martha an apologetic look as he handed her the flickering torch. Martha mumbled her thanks, wanting to slap some of the men. Jack was giving the torch with a great deal less care and a great deal more distain. Jack just smiled, winking at the man. Howard cleared his throat, and exited the tent. Martha looked at the situation they were in: something in history had gone wrong and changed the timeline. If they couldn't stop it, who knew what reproductions the future would have to deal with. And if they did manage to stop it, what then? They would be forever stuck in this time; where there would still be years before ladies were treated properly and people of her ethnic colour weren't discriminated against. Not to mention the fact she would have to deal with a grubby married pervert. She looked at Jack, would was examining the room carefully. He wouldn't age, and would continue to live until the 21st Century without a care in the world. The Face of Boe would continue living till he died in New New York. Well, technically it was New New New, New New New New New New New New New New…she mentally slapped herself. This was no time to be thinking about the Doctor and their adventures together. She had to be calm and composed to deal with what was happening, and letting her emotions interfere would be a mistake that she would regret. Jack noticed the flash of pain on her face, but decided not to say anything as it disappeared quickly. With a silent nod, they exited the tent, and walked to the Pyramid. Jack noticed that Martha's eyes looked red, and that she was blinking furiously to keep tears from falling. It hurt his heart to see her like this, but he couldn't be a miracle worker and bring the Doctor back. They reached the entrance, Howard waiting for them patiently at the dark entrance. The workers, unable to be patient, had entered the pitch-black entrance already. The faint glow of torchlight barely illuminated the dark passage. Howard turned to face them.
'This is my finest moment,' he said, a faint smile forming on his face, 'All I have worked for leads up to this moment. Although I did not plan for you two to be here, I suppose you may receive some publicity for this.'
'We really don't want any,' Jack said, trying to look as humbled as he could, 'Just being allowed a look into this wonder is a pleasure.' Howard nodded, sweeping his arms and motioning for Martha and Jack to enter. They walked through the dark entrance, the sunlight barely making a dint in the Ancient landmark. Martha ran her fingers across the walls, observing the symbols painted. Hieroglyphs: depicting many scenes of death and punishment. Howard entered a moment afterwards, coming to the side of Martha.
'It seems that these inscriptions were used to ward away intruders.' He said thoughtfully, before dismissing the fact and proceeding to walk. Martha, however, stood transfixed to the spot. The walls seemed to be telling a story, a deep dark story that was lost in translation. She couldn't find the strength to pull herself away as the walls seemed to speak, her mind unable to fully comprehend the message. Her eyes flashed gold, as walked forward. The wall opened with a shudder, a low ancient creak that made the whole area tremble. Jack steadied himself against the wall, turning his head just in time to see Martha walk into the newly opened passage. He didn't bother to call her name: he ran after her, but all in vain. The door snapped shut quickly, resealing the entrance and swallowing Martha. Jack let out a cry of frustration, smashing his fist against the wall. He felt the bones break, and winced as his body fixed the wound. He had been helpless to do anything: he hadn't even been looking out for Martha! He was too busy speculating about the contents of the Pyramid instead of helping her.
'I dare say that we might have lost a torch old chap.' Howard said from the distance, oblivious of the proceedings. Jack let out a low grunt, vowing to find Martha, before he set off to find what was in the Pyramid, and kill it if necessary.
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Martha blinked, shaking her head violently. She hadn't the clue what had just come over her. One minute she had been observing the hieroglyphs, the next she was in a room…lit by torches? The whole room was illuminated with various torches scattered along the walls. The chamber was decorated with more symbols on the wall. However, these ones didn't depict death. The Hieroglyphs told a tale of great desire, of wishes being granted and of sacrifice. Martha's head spun, and she leant against the wall to keep her balance. How was she understanding the Hieroglyphs'? Perhaps it was the TARDIS translating the text into her mind…but if that was the case, why couldn't Jack have depicted the message from the walls. Her eyes flashed gold again as she managed to straighten out. She examined the room closely: a large chamber with various items made of pure gold. They shined brightly, flickering every so often. Chairs, tables and even what seemed to be toys. The whole room was filled with them, scattered around the room in random patterns. However, they all seemed to surround something. The large item in the middle of the room was blue and black: made of a foreign metal Martha didn't recognize. However, she did realize what the item was. And it terrified her when it started to move.
The lid slid open, dust flying in the air as it did so. She backed away slowly, trying to feel for the door she had just come through. A hand emerged from the sarcophagus, dead flesh hanging off the bony hand. Maggots crawled and writhed through the dead skin, almost outraged that they weren't able to penetrate the bones. The hand trembled, as another hand appeared almost parallel to the first. A low grunt rolled out from the Sarcophagus, as the dead hands slowly pulled out a body. The rib cage could visibly be seen: A shriveled heart and a pair of black lungs could also be seen. The rest was missing. The jaw was dislocated, as the mummy flexed it's hands and turned to face Martha. The dead flesh hanging off the left side of the skull was horrifying, and the other side was black and charred. The aroma of rotten flesh made Martha want the throw up. The mummy took a hesitant step forward. It lurched violently, gaining its balance at the last moment. It reminded Martha of a child taking his or her first steps. Only much, much disturbing. The mummy flexed it's fingers once more, and let out a raw guttural laugh as it advanced on Martha. If it was possible to be looking evil in the face, Martha was sure that she was doing it right now.
'You…are in pain.' The mummy said in a rusty and baritone voice. It seemed to be dissecting the words, testing them on its non-existent tongue. Martha reasoned that it had been a very long time since the Mummy had seen daylight.
'Get away from me,' Martha said, suppressing the fear and hesitation in her voice, 'I can easily outmaneuver you. You could be dead by the time you try to kill me.' The mummy laughed at this, slowly snapping its jaw back into place.
'Would you be able to kill something that is already dead?' It asked slowly, 'but the real question is, could you kill someone Ms. Jones?'
'How do you know my name?' Martha asked, moving away from the mummy, but not breaking eye contact.
'I know a great deal about you Ms. Jones,' it replied, 'and I can see the pain in you heart for the one you have lost. It…excites me, and I wish nothing more but to feast upon your…delicious corpse. But my master has chosen you Ms. Jones, so I will not be killing you today. Instead, I will be giving you an offer.' Martha took a deep breath, weighing up her options. They didn't seem quite good.
'Who is your master?' She asked, trying to get a better picture. The mummy wasn't having any banter, as it lurched towards her. It grabbed Martha's arm, and she shivered at the feel of dead rotting flesh brushing against her.
'Ask no questions Ms. Jones, and you will be told no lies, 'the mummy whispered near her ear, causing Martha to repress the need to vomit, 'the offer my master has is simple. A person who is very interested in you gave him a consciousness, and he feels the need to repay this person. What a better way to do so than to give you to him. However, it is not as simple as you think. We need your soul to do so, Ms. Jones. That is why you must make a blood pledge. You shall give your soul to us: to be reaped in 24 hours. In return…I shall take the place of the Doctor on your last adventure.' Martha's heart caught in her chest. She would do anything to get him back…but whatever this person wanted from her couldn't be very could. Still, if she refused then a bloodthirsty mummy would end up killing her and basically eating her. The choice wasn't very hard. She held her arm out to the mummy.
'I agree. Just get him back.' She whispered, and the mummy licked its lips. It raised its hand, slowly dragging the jagged bone across her forearm. She winced at the blood oozed from her wound, only to disappear in a cloud of white smoke. The mummy let out a deep laugh, sending chills up Martha's spine yet again.
'The deal is done.' It said basically, before it started to scream. Her eyes flashed gold once more, as she watched the mummy become enveloped in white steam. Slowly, from the feet up the mummy began to disappear. When it was completely gone, a white flash filled the room as Martha was sent stumbling back. She got up slowly, the stars fading from her eyes. For a second, she thought that nothing had happened and that she had been tricked. That was until she heard a familiar groan. The Sarcophagus stood in the middle of the room; all the items seemingly vanished from existence. Slowly, a man in a tweed jacket and a black bow tie stood up from inside. His hair was a mess, sticking out all over the place defying both gravity and reason. His green eyes flickered in recognition as he looked around at his surroundings.
'Doctor!' She cried, ecstatic that he was alive. The Doctor blinked, looking in her direction. When he spoke, it wasn't the reply Martha was expecting.
'Martha! What utterly stupid and undisciplined thing have you done? I should be dead!' He said, upset with what had happened. Martha frowned.
'You could at least say thank you. After all, I did bring you back.' She said slowly, looking at him. He sighed, jumped out of the Sarcophagus and hugged her tightly. She loved the feeling.
'Thank you,' he said, although his voice was obviously upset, 'whatever you did was both stupid and utterly brilliant Martha. Still…you plucked me out of time. That takes massive amounts of energy: enough to alter my timeline. Please tell me you didn't make a deal with anything?' When she hesitated, he went off mumbling about how he was going to get everyone killed one day and that he was supposed to be dead. Finally, he turned to face her again.
'All right, tell me exactly what happened and maybe I can figure out a brilliant plan that will most likely fail, but hey, it's all about trying! Well, not when you're trying to stay alive but that's beside the point. You need to tell me everything that happened for me to come back here. Although…' he said, his voice trailing off as he looked at something behind her back, 'we probably should run from that first.' Martha turned, almost coming face to face with another hideous beast. Its long tongue flickered in and out; it's bloodshot eyes staring into Martha's own. The face of a crocodile, followed by the body of a lion and the behind of a hippo followed the glare. Martha didn't fail to make note of the long sharp claws and the teeth covered in a red substance. The Doctor twirled the Sonic Screwdriver quickly, pointing it at the wall. The sealed door opened, and the Pyramid seemed to rumble in anger. The beast let out a roar, as the Doctor grabbed Martha by the hand.
'RUN!' He yelled, and Martha felt the familiar adrediline rush through her body, as they ran away from the beast that thundered after them.
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Jack and Howard arrived at a large chamber. Howard gasped at the large statue in the middle of it, and Jack shook his head angrily. All he could think about was how he had failed Martha and let her wonder off.
'What a magnificent statue.' Howard exclaimed, examining more closely. It was made of gold and black marble, almost life like. It was of a man shaped body with a jackal like head holding a flail in its arm. It was covered in cold armour, a golden robe from the torso below, and golden cuffs. Jack looked at the statue, and had to agree with Howard. It did look like a great statue. However, there was an inscription at the base of the statue. It seemed to be written in an Ancient Language, on the same black stone the statue was made of. Howard, being inquisitive, leant down to touch the inscription. As soon as his hand made contact, the inscription sunk deep into the earth.
'You have to touch everything!' Jack said angrily, not bothering to cover the venom in his voice. He was pissed off, and this scenario was not helping his mood. Howard looked apologetic and was about to reply before the statue started to move. The black stone twisted from place, the dull eyes now gleaming with life. The Jackal head looked at them with raw fury.
'You have been weighed and judged,' the jackal said, looking at Howard, 'the gods have found you guilty. You shall be killed.' He wielded the flail, snarling. Jack got in the way with his pistol, firing an array of bullets at the stone jackal. They barely scratched the stone that the jackal was made of. It snarled at Jack, and stalked towards them. Jack cursed, as did Howard.
'RUN!' Jack yelled, but Howard needed no warning as they were both running back the way they came, the Jackal bounding after them with bloodshed of it's mind.
I hope that this Chapter was a welcome return and not a disappointment. I did lots of research for this chapter, but if I got some historic bits wrong sue me. Also, a cookie to whoever can guess the connection between the two beasts. Anyway, please review and enjoy the story, as updates will start to return regularly.
Yours Sincerely, Tardis Beta 3.0