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Chapter I: Not this, Not now.
"Where is Alex?" Evelyn asked her husband Rick turning temporarily away from the tomb door she was delicately brushing off. Evelyn was an Egyptologist who spent most of her spare time scrounging through tombs in search for clues to what the past held. She was tall, with deep black hair, she had somewhat of a mystic look to her, but her personality was her giveaway. She was definitely a leader, as keen as she is, she always seems to dig her way out of seemingly complicated situations.
Rick, on the other hand, was quite the opposite. He was an adventurer, in search of anything that would bring fortune, not in an obsessive way, he'd just as soon rather be playing baseball somewhere, rather than be digging in a dank, musty tomb. "Up front." Rick said, taking out Evelyn's least favorite archaeological crobar into the air about to swing at the wall when a hand flew into the air and grabbed his arm.
"No!" Evelyn said, giving his a stern look. "Don't you even think about it." Evelyn said, snatching the crobar from he husband.
Rick sighed, "Evie . . . We're never going to get anywhere with those." Rick said, giving a skeptical look to a tiny hammer and chisel laying nearby.
Evelyn shot Rick a cold look, "Fine." she said, not wanting to, but handing him back the crobar. "Where is Jonathan off to anyway?".
Jonathan was Evelyn's brother. In everyone's opinion, he was a bum. He never did buy his own house, gambled away every bit of money he ever received, never held a job for more than two days, and was extremely obsessed with getting rich quick. Evelyn didn't know why she put up with Jonathan most of the time, but she knew he's be much worse off without her watching over him.
"I have no idea." Rick said, swinging the crobar at the door Evelyn was dusting off only moments ago. The lock in the tomb door clicked. Evelyn slowly walked in, a shocked expression dawning on her face. "Oh my God . . . Looks like a . . ." Evelyn started.
"A what?" Rick said, looking around cautiously. Him and Evelyn knew that Egyptian curses were real, they'd had personal experiences. Everything from bugs, to floods, to death-threats from modern believers of Egyptian mythology.
"A burial chamber . . ." She said slowly, looking at Rick.
"Oooh No!" Rick said, grabbing her arm, "Not this, not now, Evie!"
"Oh don't be silly, what harm could come from -"
"What harm?! Evelyn! Are you forgetting something?! Killer bugs, death-threats! And not to mention-"
"Rick." Evelyn said sternly.
Rick sighed. "Fine." he said and put his hand on his gun that he always had strapped to his belt just in case.
Evelyn walked in ahead of him, with a torch they had lit, held tightly in both hands. "It's huge." she said in pure awe. "Perhaps a . . . No . . ."
"A what?" Rick said, keeping his eyes on his surroundings.
Evelyn laughed nervously, "A . . . torture chamber." she said slowly.
Rick stopped dead in his tracks.
"Oh your not scared, are you?" Evelyn said, mockingly to her husband.
"Shh! Did you hear that?" Rick whispered to her.
Evelyn glanced around the room cautiously. Slowly, Rick walked over to a lone pillar in the middle of the room and thrust his hand behind it and pulled out a tall, lankly, cowardly looking figure by the collar. It was none other than Jonathan. Rick sighed, "Can I shoot him, please?" Rick said jokingly.
Evelyn laughed, "Believe me, if I could have, I would have ages ago."
Jonathan scoffed, "Well excuse me." He said, brushing himself off. "If it wasn't for me, you two would be a lot worse off now. You'd be dead, as a matter of fact, if I hadn't used my cunning ways to get you out of that last mess you got into with the Madji."
The Madji were a group of people formed as an army in the time of the ancient Egyptians. They formed this army to protect the pharaoh from any danger in his life, and in the afterlife. They don't like people messing with ancient artifacts, and finding out the Egyptians secrets, spells and incantations.
Evelyn shot Jonathan a skeptical look, "All you did was mouth off so they turned their attention to you . . ."
"And did that not give you a chance to escape?"
Rick and Evelyn fell silent.
"Shut up." They then both said at the same time.
Deterring her attention from Jonathan, Evelyn turned around and gasped.
Rick jumped, "What is it!?" He said on alert.
"A sarcophagus!" Evelyn said, exasperated.
"Evelyn! Don't do that!" Rick said to her, like she were a child.
Jonathan walked over to the sarcophagus, giving it a brief examining, "I dunno about this, Evie . . ."
"Oh come on, what harm could come of it?" She said innocently.
Rick grabbed Evelyn gently by the shoulders. "No harm? Evelyn! You know this stuff is real!"
Evelyn sighed, "I guess your right, but nothing can happen if we just look at it . . ."
"Fine." Rick said impatiently, picking up his crobar. Rick began to try and pry the sarcophagus open; but after a few trying minutes he stopped. "It won't budge."
Evelyn examined the sarcophagus, "There's nothing. No lock, not even a inscription."
"Hm. Whoever this was sure was important then; having his identity hidden like that." Rick said.
"More like very evil . . ." Evelyn muttered.
"Allright! That's it! We're going!" Rick said and started to push Evelyn out the door.
"Maybe it would be best . . ." Evelyn said reluctantly, making one last glance back at the sarcophagus . "Wait a second . . . look, there is an inscription! There on the side. Evelyn walked back over and knelt down beside it and read;
"It says; Here lies evil, which shall not be named, a spirit so fearsome, the God's can't be saved. If comes the day when this evil should wake, beware those who cross him, souls he shall take."
"C'mon Evie! Lets go!" Rick said impatiently, grabbing her by the shoulder. Jonathan looked around nervously, "Evie . . . C'mon now, that's a good girl, let's go then."
Evie glared at Rick, "Take your hands off me, now."
Rick let her go, "Will you just hurry up so we can leave?!"
And with those words came a scream form the temple entrance. "Alex!" Rick said and sprinted towards the temple entrance. Just as he arrived at the main entrance room of the temple a sword flew through the air and landed at his feet, narrowly missing him. Rick pulled out his gun and glanced around, "Alex?!" he cried out. No answer. Slowly, Rick scanned the room and saw a tiny rock roll out from behind a large column. Rick sprinted over there and looked behind the pillar. There stood a African American man, with a sword to his son, Alex's neck. The man was quite tall, and was wearing traditional Madji clothing, but something didn't seem right, he somehow didn't look quite like a traditional Madji.
"O'Connell." the man said.
Rick glared at him, "Who are you?"
"My name isn't of importance, now give me the book, or he dies." he spat at Rick, nodding towards Alex.
"I don't have it, it's gone." Rick said, holding his ground, but fearful for his child's life.
"Liar." the man said.
Rick put his gun to the man's head, "Let him go." he said in his most intimidating voice.
"As you wish." he said and pushed Alex to the ground and started running in the opposite direction. Just before reaching the exit he threw a glass jar, which shattered on contact with the ground.
"RUN!" Rick yelled, as a dozen or so flesh eating bugs came from the debris of the glass and towards Rick and Alex.
"What are those?!" Alex said, running along beside his father.
"You don't wanna know." Rick muttered.
"Dad!" Alex yelled, and at that he fell flat on the floor.
Rick spun around and shot away some of the bugs that had gotten dangerously close to Alex, "Get up, Alex!"
"My ankle!" Alex said, trying as best he could to get up.
Rick ran over and flung Alex over his shoulder and ran outside the temple. "Alex. Get in the car, I have to go back inside and get your mother."
Rick ran back inside, "Evelyn?! . . . Jonathan?!"
Suddenly, Jonathan stumbled out from behind a column, "My . . . hand . . ." he said, staring at where his hand once was.
Rick ran over shocked, "Oh my god! What happened?!"
"The bugs . . ." Jonathan said in the same shocked tone as before, but could hold a straight face no longer. Jonathan laughed, "You should have seen your face!" he said, popping his hand out of the sleeve of his shirt.
Rick grabbed Jonathan by the shirt, "I outta kill you, you -"
"Rick!" Evelyn said, walking out into the main entrance. "Evie!" Rick said, "Go to the car, Jonathan." Rick ran over to Evelyn, "Are you OK?"
"Yes, I'm fine, is Alex OK?"
"Yeah, he's in the car, along with your idiot brother."
"Guess we should leave." Evelyn said.
"Best thing I've heard all day." Rick said as they walked out the the car together.
Chapter I: Not this, Not now.
"Where is Alex?" Evelyn asked her husband Rick turning temporarily away from the tomb door she was delicately brushing off. Evelyn was an Egyptologist who spent most of her spare time scrounging through tombs in search for clues to what the past held. She was tall, with deep black hair, she had somewhat of a mystic look to her, but her personality was her giveaway. She was definitely a leader, as keen as she is, she always seems to dig her way out of seemingly complicated situations.
Rick, on the other hand, was quite the opposite. He was an adventurer, in search of anything that would bring fortune, not in an obsessive way, he'd just as soon rather be playing baseball somewhere, rather than be digging in a dank, musty tomb. "Up front." Rick said, taking out Evelyn's least favorite archaeological crobar into the air about to swing at the wall when a hand flew into the air and grabbed his arm.
"No!" Evelyn said, giving his a stern look. "Don't you even think about it." Evelyn said, snatching the crobar from he husband.
Rick sighed, "Evie . . . We're never going to get anywhere with those." Rick said, giving a skeptical look to a tiny hammer and chisel laying nearby.
Evelyn shot Rick a cold look, "Fine." she said, not wanting to, but handing him back the crobar. "Where is Jonathan off to anyway?".
Jonathan was Evelyn's brother. In everyone's opinion, he was a bum. He never did buy his own house, gambled away every bit of money he ever received, never held a job for more than two days, and was extremely obsessed with getting rich quick. Evelyn didn't know why she put up with Jonathan most of the time, but she knew he's be much worse off without her watching over him.
"I have no idea." Rick said, swinging the crobar at the door Evelyn was dusting off only moments ago. The lock in the tomb door clicked. Evelyn slowly walked in, a shocked expression dawning on her face. "Oh my God . . . Looks like a . . ." Evelyn started.
"A what?" Rick said, looking around cautiously. Him and Evelyn knew that Egyptian curses were real, they'd had personal experiences. Everything from bugs, to floods, to death-threats from modern believers of Egyptian mythology.
"A burial chamber . . ." She said slowly, looking at Rick.
"Oooh No!" Rick said, grabbing her arm, "Not this, not now, Evie!"
"Oh don't be silly, what harm could come from -"
"What harm?! Evelyn! Are you forgetting something?! Killer bugs, death-threats! And not to mention-"
"Rick." Evelyn said sternly.
Rick sighed. "Fine." he said and put his hand on his gun that he always had strapped to his belt just in case.
Evelyn walked in ahead of him, with a torch they had lit, held tightly in both hands. "It's huge." she said in pure awe. "Perhaps a . . . No . . ."
"A what?" Rick said, keeping his eyes on his surroundings.
Evelyn laughed nervously, "A . . . torture chamber." she said slowly.
Rick stopped dead in his tracks.
"Oh your not scared, are you?" Evelyn said, mockingly to her husband.
"Shh! Did you hear that?" Rick whispered to her.
Evelyn glanced around the room cautiously. Slowly, Rick walked over to a lone pillar in the middle of the room and thrust his hand behind it and pulled out a tall, lankly, cowardly looking figure by the collar. It was none other than Jonathan. Rick sighed, "Can I shoot him, please?" Rick said jokingly.
Evelyn laughed, "Believe me, if I could have, I would have ages ago."
Jonathan scoffed, "Well excuse me." He said, brushing himself off. "If it wasn't for me, you two would be a lot worse off now. You'd be dead, as a matter of fact, if I hadn't used my cunning ways to get you out of that last mess you got into with the Madji."
The Madji were a group of people formed as an army in the time of the ancient Egyptians. They formed this army to protect the pharaoh from any danger in his life, and in the afterlife. They don't like people messing with ancient artifacts, and finding out the Egyptians secrets, spells and incantations.
Evelyn shot Jonathan a skeptical look, "All you did was mouth off so they turned their attention to you . . ."
"And did that not give you a chance to escape?"
Rick and Evelyn fell silent.
"Shut up." They then both said at the same time.
Deterring her attention from Jonathan, Evelyn turned around and gasped.
Rick jumped, "What is it!?" He said on alert.
"A sarcophagus!" Evelyn said, exasperated.
"Evelyn! Don't do that!" Rick said to her, like she were a child.
Jonathan walked over to the sarcophagus, giving it a brief examining, "I dunno about this, Evie . . ."
"Oh come on, what harm could come of it?" She said innocently.
Rick grabbed Evelyn gently by the shoulders. "No harm? Evelyn! You know this stuff is real!"
Evelyn sighed, "I guess your right, but nothing can happen if we just look at it . . ."
"Fine." Rick said impatiently, picking up his crobar. Rick began to try and pry the sarcophagus open; but after a few trying minutes he stopped. "It won't budge."
Evelyn examined the sarcophagus, "There's nothing. No lock, not even a inscription."
"Hm. Whoever this was sure was important then; having his identity hidden like that." Rick said.
"More like very evil . . ." Evelyn muttered.
"Allright! That's it! We're going!" Rick said and started to push Evelyn out the door.
"Maybe it would be best . . ." Evelyn said reluctantly, making one last glance back at the sarcophagus . "Wait a second . . . look, there is an inscription! There on the side. Evelyn walked back over and knelt down beside it and read;
"It says; Here lies evil, which shall not be named, a spirit so fearsome, the God's can't be saved. If comes the day when this evil should wake, beware those who cross him, souls he shall take."
"C'mon Evie! Lets go!" Rick said impatiently, grabbing her by the shoulder. Jonathan looked around nervously, "Evie . . . C'mon now, that's a good girl, let's go then."
Evie glared at Rick, "Take your hands off me, now."
Rick let her go, "Will you just hurry up so we can leave?!"
And with those words came a scream form the temple entrance. "Alex!" Rick said and sprinted towards the temple entrance. Just as he arrived at the main entrance room of the temple a sword flew through the air and landed at his feet, narrowly missing him. Rick pulled out his gun and glanced around, "Alex?!" he cried out. No answer. Slowly, Rick scanned the room and saw a tiny rock roll out from behind a large column. Rick sprinted over there and looked behind the pillar. There stood a African American man, with a sword to his son, Alex's neck. The man was quite tall, and was wearing traditional Madji clothing, but something didn't seem right, he somehow didn't look quite like a traditional Madji.
"O'Connell." the man said.
Rick glared at him, "Who are you?"
"My name isn't of importance, now give me the book, or he dies." he spat at Rick, nodding towards Alex.
"I don't have it, it's gone." Rick said, holding his ground, but fearful for his child's life.
"Liar." the man said.
Rick put his gun to the man's head, "Let him go." he said in his most intimidating voice.
"As you wish." he said and pushed Alex to the ground and started running in the opposite direction. Just before reaching the exit he threw a glass jar, which shattered on contact with the ground.
"RUN!" Rick yelled, as a dozen or so flesh eating bugs came from the debris of the glass and towards Rick and Alex.
"What are those?!" Alex said, running along beside his father.
"You don't wanna know." Rick muttered.
"Dad!" Alex yelled, and at that he fell flat on the floor.
Rick spun around and shot away some of the bugs that had gotten dangerously close to Alex, "Get up, Alex!"
"My ankle!" Alex said, trying as best he could to get up.
Rick ran over and flung Alex over his shoulder and ran outside the temple. "Alex. Get in the car, I have to go back inside and get your mother."
Rick ran back inside, "Evelyn?! . . . Jonathan?!"
Suddenly, Jonathan stumbled out from behind a column, "My . . . hand . . ." he said, staring at where his hand once was.
Rick ran over shocked, "Oh my god! What happened?!"
"The bugs . . ." Jonathan said in the same shocked tone as before, but could hold a straight face no longer. Jonathan laughed, "You should have seen your face!" he said, popping his hand out of the sleeve of his shirt.
Rick grabbed Jonathan by the shirt, "I outta kill you, you -"
"Rick!" Evelyn said, walking out into the main entrance. "Evie!" Rick said, "Go to the car, Jonathan." Rick ran over to Evelyn, "Are you OK?"
"Yes, I'm fine, is Alex OK?"
"Yeah, he's in the car, along with your idiot brother."
"Guess we should leave." Evelyn said.
"Best thing I've heard all day." Rick said as they walked out the the car together.