Dreams & Nightmares
Ch 2: Birthing Evil
Author: Miss Lizz
Rating: R for disturbingly graphic scenes, language, and blood loss
Disclaimer: The characters of Mummies Alive! are properties of DIC, I think.
Note: This story contains which may not be suitable for all audiences. Viewer discretion is advised. I'm taking no chances in rating confusion.
She cried out in agony, wanting to pull her knees up to her chest and curl into a ball; the pain was so great she screamed. Her belly began to expand at a frightening rate and something moved deep inside her. She gave a shriek of terror, pain, and panic; tears welled in her frightened gray eyes turning them silver and she screamed so loudly they surely heard her in the city. As her normally toned abdomen continued to grow and stretch, the thing inside her felt like it was tearing her apart.
Gods, what's happening to me!?
It hurt. It hurt worse than anything she had ever felt before. An abominable pressure built up in her lower body, so great it caused an agonizing amount of torture to her already quickening body. Fluid gushed from her, thunder and lightning exploded overhead, and she screamed again as the pressure became true pain. It felt like something was pushing her from the inside to the out. There was still more pain as bands of muscle she wasn't aware existed began to contract and more fluid gushed from between her legs and that terrible pressure multiplied a hundredfold. What was happening? Why was this happening to her?
By this time she was sobbing, begging every god and goddess she could name to end this torture by whatever means necessary. She no longer cared how this thing ended she just wanted it ended. Now.
Those muscle bands were squeezing almost non-stop and she could feel that something that before had moved within her moving again only now it fought to get out. When another build-up of pressure made her double up as much as she could, she screamed. And the scream that tore itself from her throat echoed off the cliff and overwhelmed even the pounding surf far below.
All the pressure that had been so painful suddenly ended but the separate aching did not, the fear stayed, the terror of what she had just gone through stayed, the panic stayed. She wanted to crawl under a rock and die, feeling weak, helpless, everything she was not supposed to be. She felt so ashamed.
Another boom of thunder crashed overhead, bringing with it torrential rain and brilliant flashes of lightning. Nefertina sobbed harder than she ever had before in a mixture of fear and pain and tried to crawl away, back to the jetcycle. Her legs felt like jelly and refused to hold her upright or even let her kneel. It still hurt unlike anything she had ever felt before, worse because this was a dull, unrelenting ache that throbbed with every breath she took. What was wrong with her?
"Where do you think you're going?"
Someone suddenly stood over her in the darkness. He was tall, young, and undeniably familiar when he spoke.
"Scarab… What did you do to me!?" Her voice cracked amongst her cries, edged with panic. She no longer cared if her overpowering fear was clearly evident in her expression and voice and the way she cowered.
"I used you," he began with casual ease, moving with a grace he never had before, "to give myself life. Now, I feel I must thank you; you've after all given me many decades in order to ultimately gain immortality. But I wonder just how much more you can give."
The newly young Scarab advanced towards her, the frequent lightning creating sinister and revealing highlights on his face, thick crop of hair, and lithe, sinewy body. She cringed, trying to scramble away from what she was sure was going to be a horrible end but her arms and legs felt weighted down with lead. The young sorcerer knelt next to her and managed to keep her at bay with but a single hand. He gingerly traced a tapered finger along her cheekbone, her trembling chin, down her neck, to the place where her amulet rested heavily between her breasts. Clasping the cat-headed symbol of power in his hand, he began draining whatever was left of her energy.
"You really are a lovely creature, Nefertina, it's almost a pity I have to do this…" He said in a low voice that chilled her more than anything else he could have said.
Would anyone miss her? She thought vaguely as blackness started to descend over her like a shroud when an angel with golden wings swooped in like an arrow.
End ch 2.
I know, it wasn't very long, I'm sorry but I felt it gave it more power. The next chapter will be up as soon as I can put it down.
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