Through heavy smoke from The Snake's cigar, Rick saw a tendril of dark
hair slip from behind the far wall. Smoke snagged in his throat and
he coughed when the site evoked relief and excitement. He glanced at
his son; the boy's smile had vanished and was replaced by a confused
frown directed to his father. Rick wished he could enfold the little
boy in his arms- of course, after he had knocked The Snake unconscious
and called the police. Come on, Evie, he silently pleaded.
Wringing the handkerchief in her hands, Evelyn readied the
handkerchief. She peered out and quickly snapped the cloth over the
shaggy head and to his neck. As she was doing so, Evelyn's stomach
lurched and she furiously gritted her teeth to retain her anxiety. She
cringed at the idea of having to choke someone. He kidnapped my son,
though, came a defiant reply.
The Snake gave a start and snatched at the cloth gagging him, in
order to free a hand he dropped his cigar. Evelyn's sweaty palms
weakened its grip on the handkerchief and it was pulled from her. At
that same moment, Alex's captor issued a howl of pain and jumped up
from his seat. He forced himself to turn immediately amid his
whining. He held the gun up to Evelyn with his one useful hand.
His hand met with dainty black boots. The kick managed his hand to
sway to the right a little, The Snake looked down at the gun, curling
his lips in a chuckle. Without a moment's hesitation, Evelyn advanced
and punched him square in the jaw. The blow surprised him a bit as he
back-stepped but did not waver.
" Hand-to-hand combat, 'eh, missy?" The Snake said. He charged and
aimed for her pretty little head. She met him with a powerful kick
upward with her knee, then pushed him over. With a grunt, The Snake's
gaunt body collapsed upon his table causing it to break.
Evelyn prepared for him to spring back up, which he did, but with
something in his hands. Grinning maliciously, The Snake whacked her
in the head with it. With a choking gasp, her legs fell like lead.
Though heavy lids, she saw him raise it high, two golden ears gleamed
in the smoke and gem orbs winked. It was her Bast statuette!
A gunshot filled the air. Alex burst into tears as The Snake dropped
his hands to his waist and looked about quizzically. He yelled two
words that came to her ears slurred. She knew she had to take
advantage of this, she stumbled up and found The Snake's back facing
her and his empty hands in the air, though not like last time- he was
surrendering!
Evelyn took the statue and with all the strength she could collect,
struck at his pate, knocking him out instantly. She sighed and
collapsed against the wall, dropping the now-non-appraised artifact.
That cat-thing had caused so much trouble.
" Evie!" Rick called. He dropped the gun and came to her aid. He
cradled her head for a moment, noticing the broken flesh on the bump
on her forehead. He sucked in air through his teeth. Evelyn coughed
tersely. He smiled musingly then gently put her up in a sitting
position and approached the sobbing Alex.
Rick reached out and smoothed down his hair. His wailing down to
feeble sniffling, Alex eyed his dad then his mother. Rick lifted him
from under his arms and took him to Evelyn. " Mummy. . .?" he
searched for reassurance.
Rubbing her head, Evelyn sat up, extending her arms to him. At the
gesture, the toddler grew resplendent and dashed into her arms,
launching off his father. While hugging her son, she looked up at her
husband.
" What took you so long?", she teased.
He grinned ear-to-ear while rubbing the back of his neck. " So I'm a
little rusty. . . " He tugged at the broken rope tied around his right
wrist.
" That sucker's huge." he remarked squinting at the wound on her
forehead.
Always the gentleman, her husband. Ignoring his concern she looked at
the lump on the floor behind Rick. " We need to call the police before
he wakes up." With that, she shakily pulled herself up with Alex.
" You can't go alone, you could pass out right in the street!" Rick
yelled, without bothering to shield his worry.
She smiled warmly at him, her eyes twinkling. " Alex will escort me.
Home isn't that far away,"-A hint of sarcasm grew in her tone- " . . .
Or I suppose Alex and I could stay alone with this criminal." Not
having to wait for his reply, she continued down the corridor.
" What would I do without you?" he replied complaisantly as he stopped
her for a quick kiss on the nose.
" We'll never have to know."
~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: I didn't feel the need to go much further since we see them in
The Mummy Returns and Evelyn took care of him :). When she kicks Lock-
Nah's mens' butts in TMR, I thought she looked like she had had some
practice =P. And I wanted her to save the day (pretty much =P).
And, no, The Snake doesn't have a real name, at least as far as I
know, heh heh. I thought maybe I'd give him a name but The Snake gave
a mysterious and evil air to him. I don't know why I decided to
capitalize the 'T', lol, just did *grin*.
I hope you enjoyed. I'm going to put more time in my original work
the rest of the summer, so there won't be much in the fanfiction area.
. .
hair slip from behind the far wall. Smoke snagged in his throat and
he coughed when the site evoked relief and excitement. He glanced at
his son; the boy's smile had vanished and was replaced by a confused
frown directed to his father. Rick wished he could enfold the little
boy in his arms- of course, after he had knocked The Snake unconscious
and called the police. Come on, Evie, he silently pleaded.
Wringing the handkerchief in her hands, Evelyn readied the
handkerchief. She peered out and quickly snapped the cloth over the
shaggy head and to his neck. As she was doing so, Evelyn's stomach
lurched and she furiously gritted her teeth to retain her anxiety. She
cringed at the idea of having to choke someone. He kidnapped my son,
though, came a defiant reply.
The Snake gave a start and snatched at the cloth gagging him, in
order to free a hand he dropped his cigar. Evelyn's sweaty palms
weakened its grip on the handkerchief and it was pulled from her. At
that same moment, Alex's captor issued a howl of pain and jumped up
from his seat. He forced himself to turn immediately amid his
whining. He held the gun up to Evelyn with his one useful hand.
His hand met with dainty black boots. The kick managed his hand to
sway to the right a little, The Snake looked down at the gun, curling
his lips in a chuckle. Without a moment's hesitation, Evelyn advanced
and punched him square in the jaw. The blow surprised him a bit as he
back-stepped but did not waver.
" Hand-to-hand combat, 'eh, missy?" The Snake said. He charged and
aimed for her pretty little head. She met him with a powerful kick
upward with her knee, then pushed him over. With a grunt, The Snake's
gaunt body collapsed upon his table causing it to break.
Evelyn prepared for him to spring back up, which he did, but with
something in his hands. Grinning maliciously, The Snake whacked her
in the head with it. With a choking gasp, her legs fell like lead.
Though heavy lids, she saw him raise it high, two golden ears gleamed
in the smoke and gem orbs winked. It was her Bast statuette!
A gunshot filled the air. Alex burst into tears as The Snake dropped
his hands to his waist and looked about quizzically. He yelled two
words that came to her ears slurred. She knew she had to take
advantage of this, she stumbled up and found The Snake's back facing
her and his empty hands in the air, though not like last time- he was
surrendering!
Evelyn took the statue and with all the strength she could collect,
struck at his pate, knocking him out instantly. She sighed and
collapsed against the wall, dropping the now-non-appraised artifact.
That cat-thing had caused so much trouble.
" Evie!" Rick called. He dropped the gun and came to her aid. He
cradled her head for a moment, noticing the broken flesh on the bump
on her forehead. He sucked in air through his teeth. Evelyn coughed
tersely. He smiled musingly then gently put her up in a sitting
position and approached the sobbing Alex.
Rick reached out and smoothed down his hair. His wailing down to
feeble sniffling, Alex eyed his dad then his mother. Rick lifted him
from under his arms and took him to Evelyn. " Mummy. . .?" he
searched for reassurance.
Rubbing her head, Evelyn sat up, extending her arms to him. At the
gesture, the toddler grew resplendent and dashed into her arms,
launching off his father. While hugging her son, she looked up at her
husband.
" What took you so long?", she teased.
He grinned ear-to-ear while rubbing the back of his neck. " So I'm a
little rusty. . . " He tugged at the broken rope tied around his right
wrist.
" That sucker's huge." he remarked squinting at the wound on her
forehead.
Always the gentleman, her husband. Ignoring his concern she looked at
the lump on the floor behind Rick. " We need to call the police before
he wakes up." With that, she shakily pulled herself up with Alex.
" You can't go alone, you could pass out right in the street!" Rick
yelled, without bothering to shield his worry.
She smiled warmly at him, her eyes twinkling. " Alex will escort me.
Home isn't that far away,"-A hint of sarcasm grew in her tone- " . . .
Or I suppose Alex and I could stay alone with this criminal." Not
having to wait for his reply, she continued down the corridor.
" What would I do without you?" he replied complaisantly as he stopped
her for a quick kiss on the nose.
" We'll never have to know."
~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: I didn't feel the need to go much further since we see them in
The Mummy Returns and Evelyn took care of him :). When she kicks Lock-
Nah's mens' butts in TMR, I thought she looked like she had had some
practice =P. And I wanted her to save the day (pretty much =P).
And, no, The Snake doesn't have a real name, at least as far as I
know, heh heh. I thought maybe I'd give him a name but The Snake gave
a mysterious and evil air to him. I don't know why I decided to
capitalize the 'T', lol, just did *grin*.
I hope you enjoyed. I'm going to put more time in my original work
the rest of the summer, so there won't be much in the fanfiction area.
. .
