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Grace glanced back at the quickly fading oasis. Her chances of escaping were slim, but she had to try. She waited until her captor's grip on her started to loosen. Soon he was barley holding onto her. She closed her eyes 'This is it' she thought. She quickly threw all her body weight to one side, and pushed off from the horse. Her captor let out a startled gasp and made a grab for her, but he was to slow. She was free. Her shoulder took the impact of the fall
and she cried out in pain, but was quickly up and running. Her lungs started burning, and she could hear her heartbeat thudding in her ears, but she didnt look back. 'Keep going!' her mind screamed. The sound of a horse behind her caught her attention. She stole a quick look back and saw Hareem closing the distance between them. After a couple of seconds he was next to her. An explosive force tackled her to the hard sand, knocking the wind out of her. She struggled to her feet and looked at him. His expression was unclear as he began walking towards her. 'Not without a fight' She pulled back her arm and gave him a hard right hook in the mouth, pain ripped through her shoulder. The force of her blow was hard to enought to make him stumble back a few steps. His hand touched his lip and blood came back on his fingertips. Grace clutched at her dislocated shoulder, breathing heavlily. Hareem sneered and backhanded her across the face. The impact made her vision blur and sent her sprawling on the ground. Hareem was next to her in a minute, he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her to her feet. A burning sensation spread across her cheek as he hit her again. Her vision dimmed a bit and she felt a warm trail of blood run down her cheek.
"Try that again and the consequences will be much worse," He shook her as he spoke to emphasize his warning.
She was vaguley aware of being put back on the horse. They took off in the opposite direction. Grace looked up at the velvety black sky that was speckled with stars. 'Ardeth please come for me'.
Ardeth slung the last amunition belt over his shoulder, and checked his scimitars. Everything was secure, and he could wait no longer, Grace needed him. He swung his lithe body onto his black stallion.
Rick was at his side, shotgun and pistols on his body "Are you ready?"
Ardeth nodded and raised his arm high in the air, silencing his men. He rode to the front of the line, shouting out in arabic. The group galloped out of the oasis and towards Hammunaptra.
Grace was pulled of the horse to an area that looked like a normal sandy plain, but she knew that this wasn't an ordinary plain; it was Hammunaptra. They moved to the hole that served as the entrance, the one she found only days earlier with Jonathon. She climbed down the ladder and was pushed towards the room where she had found the staff. Torchlight and chanting filled the air. Her heart rate picked up and she made a feeble attempt to run. Hareem just pushed her forward and into the chamber. Scarlet robed men bowed down before an alter in a semi circle. They were chanting in ancient egyptian. On the other side of the alter was a man in a black and scarlet robe. Wait, that man looked familiar. She squinted, it was Dr. Spencer!
"Dr. Spencer!" she said.
He looked at her and smiled, "Ah Miss Lockhart, how nice of you to join us. Your alter awaits you;" He motioned towards the stone alter.
Hareem picked her up and placed her on it none to gently. Her arms were pulled abover head and iron chains were put around her wrists. She hissed in pain at the sudden movement of her shoulder. Spencer just laughed.
"Of all people I never thought it would be you that would give me the power of Khamenra. Thank you," he said sarcastically as Hareem handed him the two pieces of the staff. He looked them over and then looked at Grace. "Prepare to meet your maker," He drew out a long daggar and hovered it above her chest, the chanting grew louder. She squirmed trying to move away, but the chains kept her in place. Her eyes grew large with fear as she let out a scream.
Ardeth raced towards towards the City of the Dead. 'Faster' his mind told him. He urged his horse on. Soon the entrance to the city was in view, he prayed to Allah that he was not too late. He jumped off his horse and ran towads the entrance, Rick at his heels. Ardeth stopped at the opening, and gave his men instructions. He told ten of the warriors to wait outside and kill any of the ones who might escape. He took Rick and five others with him down in to the ruins. Torchlight and chanting greeted them. A female scream rang through the chambers.
'Grace!' his mind shouted as he raced towards the source of the noise. He came into the chamber and saw Grace laying on an alter and a man about to plunge a daggar into her heart. Instinct took over and he let out a war cry as he raised his Thompson and and fired a shot.
Grace closed her eyes preparing for the deathly strike; then a shot rang out and echoed off the walls. The daggar that Spencer was holding flew out of his hand and clattered against the floor. She looked over and saw Ardeth holding his Thompson. Six other men filled the chamber with taking out most of the suprised scarlet warriors. Rick ran towards her and cut the chains with a sword. She sat up and watched Ardeth kill another man, battling his way towards her.
"No," Spencer muttered watching the scene unfold before them. He gripped the pieces of the staff tightly, and then tucked them into his robes. He grabbed a pistol from a dead scarlet warrior. The Med-Jai would not stop him. He raised the gun and aimed at their leader.
The Med-Jai consumed all of the other warriors, and Ardeth walked to Grace wanting to tell her he loved her. Grace smiled as he made his way towards her, then she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. She looked and saw Spencer raising a gun at Ardeth, a twisted smile on his lips. "Ardeth!" She screamed as the shot rang out. Grace watched with horror as he stopped in his tracks, clutching at his side. He removed his hand and blood came away on it. He collapsed to the ground.
"No!" Grace shouted. She noticed the daggar at her feet. She snatched it up and ran at Spencer. His smile disappeared as he saw her coming at him. He raised the gun at her, but he was too late. She swung the dagger across his chest in one swift motion. Blood poured from the wound. He let out a gasp and fell to the floor. With one last gurgaling breath his eyes closed.
Grace dropped the daggar and ran to Ardeth's side, pushing his fellow Med- Jai out of the way. "Ardeth," she said softly taking his hand. He took a shaky breath and looked at her.
"Grace," He said softly, "You are not hurt?"
Tears fromed in her eyes, spilled over, and ran down her cheeks in hot trails, "No, you saved me," She pressed his hand to her cheek.
He nodded, and reached his other hand up to touch her hair, "I love you, Grace,"
She cried harder, "Don't your gonna live, your gonna make it."
He gave weak smile and his eyes closed. "No! No!" She cried.
Rick reached over and touched his neck. "Is he.." Grace asked still clutching his hand.
Rick shook his head, "No, he's alive, but barely. We have to get him outta here now."
The Med-Jai carried their Chief away from the City, and they travelled as fast as they could to the Med-Jai camp.
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Author note: Thank you to everyone who has been reviewing!! All you other authors out there know how you like to get reviews, so let me know how I'm doin and keep em comin!! Now on with the story...
Grace glanced back at the quickly fading oasis. Her chances of escaping were slim, but she had to try. She waited until her captor's grip on her started to loosen. Soon he was barley holding onto her. She closed her eyes 'This is it' she thought. She quickly threw all her body weight to one side, and pushed off from the horse. Her captor let out a startled gasp and made a grab for her, but he was to slow. She was free. Her shoulder took the impact of the fall
and she cried out in pain, but was quickly up and running. Her lungs started burning, and she could hear her heartbeat thudding in her ears, but she didnt look back. 'Keep going!' her mind screamed. The sound of a horse behind her caught her attention. She stole a quick look back and saw Hareem closing the distance between them. After a couple of seconds he was next to her. An explosive force tackled her to the hard sand, knocking the wind out of her. She struggled to her feet and looked at him. His expression was unclear as he began walking towards her. 'Not without a fight' She pulled back her arm and gave him a hard right hook in the mouth, pain ripped through her shoulder. The force of her blow was hard to enought to make him stumble back a few steps. His hand touched his lip and blood came back on his fingertips. Grace clutched at her dislocated shoulder, breathing heavlily. Hareem sneered and backhanded her across the face. The impact made her vision blur and sent her sprawling on the ground. Hareem was next to her in a minute, he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her to her feet. A burning sensation spread across her cheek as he hit her again. Her vision dimmed a bit and she felt a warm trail of blood run down her cheek.
"Try that again and the consequences will be much worse," He shook her as he spoke to emphasize his warning.
She was vaguley aware of being put back on the horse. They took off in the opposite direction. Grace looked up at the velvety black sky that was speckled with stars. 'Ardeth please come for me'.
Ardeth slung the last amunition belt over his shoulder, and checked his scimitars. Everything was secure, and he could wait no longer, Grace needed him. He swung his lithe body onto his black stallion.
Rick was at his side, shotgun and pistols on his body "Are you ready?"
Ardeth nodded and raised his arm high in the air, silencing his men. He rode to the front of the line, shouting out in arabic. The group galloped out of the oasis and towards Hammunaptra.
Grace was pulled of the horse to an area that looked like a normal sandy plain, but she knew that this wasn't an ordinary plain; it was Hammunaptra. They moved to the hole that served as the entrance, the one she found only days earlier with Jonathon. She climbed down the ladder and was pushed towards the room where she had found the staff. Torchlight and chanting filled the air. Her heart rate picked up and she made a feeble attempt to run. Hareem just pushed her forward and into the chamber. Scarlet robed men bowed down before an alter in a semi circle. They were chanting in ancient egyptian. On the other side of the alter was a man in a black and scarlet robe. Wait, that man looked familiar. She squinted, it was Dr. Spencer!
"Dr. Spencer!" she said.
He looked at her and smiled, "Ah Miss Lockhart, how nice of you to join us. Your alter awaits you;" He motioned towards the stone alter.
Hareem picked her up and placed her on it none to gently. Her arms were pulled abover head and iron chains were put around her wrists. She hissed in pain at the sudden movement of her shoulder. Spencer just laughed.
"Of all people I never thought it would be you that would give me the power of Khamenra. Thank you," he said sarcastically as Hareem handed him the two pieces of the staff. He looked them over and then looked at Grace. "Prepare to meet your maker," He drew out a long daggar and hovered it above her chest, the chanting grew louder. She squirmed trying to move away, but the chains kept her in place. Her eyes grew large with fear as she let out a scream.
Ardeth raced towards towards the City of the Dead. 'Faster' his mind told him. He urged his horse on. Soon the entrance to the city was in view, he prayed to Allah that he was not too late. He jumped off his horse and ran towads the entrance, Rick at his heels. Ardeth stopped at the opening, and gave his men instructions. He told ten of the warriors to wait outside and kill any of the ones who might escape. He took Rick and five others with him down in to the ruins. Torchlight and chanting greeted them. A female scream rang through the chambers.
'Grace!' his mind shouted as he raced towards the source of the noise. He came into the chamber and saw Grace laying on an alter and a man about to plunge a daggar into her heart. Instinct took over and he let out a war cry as he raised his Thompson and and fired a shot.
Grace closed her eyes preparing for the deathly strike; then a shot rang out and echoed off the walls. The daggar that Spencer was holding flew out of his hand and clattered against the floor. She looked over and saw Ardeth holding his Thompson. Six other men filled the chamber with taking out most of the suprised scarlet warriors. Rick ran towards her and cut the chains with a sword. She sat up and watched Ardeth kill another man, battling his way towards her.
"No," Spencer muttered watching the scene unfold before them. He gripped the pieces of the staff tightly, and then tucked them into his robes. He grabbed a pistol from a dead scarlet warrior. The Med-Jai would not stop him. He raised the gun and aimed at their leader.
The Med-Jai consumed all of the other warriors, and Ardeth walked to Grace wanting to tell her he loved her. Grace smiled as he made his way towards her, then she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. She looked and saw Spencer raising a gun at Ardeth, a twisted smile on his lips. "Ardeth!" She screamed as the shot rang out. Grace watched with horror as he stopped in his tracks, clutching at his side. He removed his hand and blood came away on it. He collapsed to the ground.
"No!" Grace shouted. She noticed the daggar at her feet. She snatched it up and ran at Spencer. His smile disappeared as he saw her coming at him. He raised the gun at her, but he was too late. She swung the dagger across his chest in one swift motion. Blood poured from the wound. He let out a gasp and fell to the floor. With one last gurgaling breath his eyes closed.
Grace dropped the daggar and ran to Ardeth's side, pushing his fellow Med- Jai out of the way. "Ardeth," she said softly taking his hand. He took a shaky breath and looked at her.
"Grace," He said softly, "You are not hurt?"
Tears fromed in her eyes, spilled over, and ran down her cheeks in hot trails, "No, you saved me," She pressed his hand to her cheek.
He nodded, and reached his other hand up to touch her hair, "I love you, Grace,"
She cried harder, "Don't your gonna live, your gonna make it."
He gave weak smile and his eyes closed. "No! No!" She cried.
Rick reached over and touched his neck. "Is he.." Grace asked still clutching his hand.
Rick shook his head, "No, he's alive, but barely. We have to get him outta here now."
The Med-Jai carried their Chief away from the City, and they travelled as fast as they could to the Med-Jai camp.
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