Chapter 12: The Mummy

Imotep looked around, taking in his surroundings. It must have been hard since his eyes were shriveled raisins. Catching sight of Orlok, he cocked his head to the side. Times sure have changed.

"Who has resurrected me?" he asked, speaking in his Egyptian language.

Orlok took a step forward. "It was I, Count Graf Orlok." he said, speaking in the same language as Imotep. "You have no idea how long I have waited for this."

Imotep looked him up and down. "You? Well it took you long enough. But I suppose I should thank you all the same. Now that I have returned, I can rule this world." Then he noticed the others present. "And who are they?"

Orlok smirked. "They are nothing but thorns in my side. Especially the tall one. Perhaps you have heard of him, Gabriel Van Helsing."

Imotep's dried out face took on a curious look. "Thee Van Helsing? Yes, I have heard of you. Even in Hell your name is known."

Van Helsing couldn't understand a word either vampire or mummy were saying, but he could tell they were talking about him. This couldn't be good.

"Then you know he is our enemy." Orlok stated. "Destroy him so that we may rule this world."

Imotep turned back to Orlok. He looked angry now. "What did you say?"

Orlok seemed confused. "I said, destroy them, so we may-"

"You dare to order me!" Imotep shouted angrily. "I take orders from no one!"

Now Orlok's look of confusion was mixed with anger. "But I brought you back. You are to serve me. Now obey!"

"SILENCE!!!" Imotep roared. "You are powerless against me. I make the rules here. My word is law!"

Orlok bared his fangs. "You ungrateful-"

Imotep cut him off with a loud roar. His mouth open wide, at least a foot, and a swarm of flies, fleas, and locusts flew out, surrounding Orlok. The vampire hissed and clawed at the insects. Imotep made a swishing motion and Orlok was thrown backwards as if he were hit by a wrecking ball. He slammed into a wall and went all the way through.

This was only the beginning of the 12 Plagues of Egypt that Imotep would bring. Outside darkness covered the sky just as the sun began to rise. A powerful storm came up and millions of frogs began crawling out of the water.

Imotep laughed. His powers were growing by ever second. Soon he would be more powerful than the greatest of all sorcerers. No one could stand up to his power. But that didn't mean that no one would.

Van Helsing was one of them. He open fired on Imotep. The bullets penetrated his rotten flesh, only to immediately heal. Imotep turned to them. He smiled, revealing his rotten teeth, even though they could always be seen.

"Van Helsing." he said. "Never in all my years did I think I would have the pleasure of meeting you, let alone kill you." Van Helsing didn't know what the mummy was saying, nor did he care. He kept on firing, but if the bullets bothered Imotep in anyway, the mummy ignored it. "I have a message from your friend Dracula. He says HELLO!!!"

As he shouted his the last word, sand flew out of his mouth at great force, stronger than water shooting out of a fire hose. It hit Van Helsing in the chest, sending him flying backwards, slamming into the wall.

Imotep laughed and began approaching the monster hunter. Anna and Carl stepped in his path; Carl being a bit more hesitant. Imotep merely glared at them and kept walking. Anna held her sword out to him threateningly.

"Be gone knave!" Imotep roared.

With a swish of his hand, Anna and Carl were thrown away from him. Imotep laughed and went right up to Van Helsing. He picked the monster hunter up by his jacket.

"You have no idea how much Satan wants you dead." said Imotep. "He'll be glad to find out I killed you."

Van Helsing surprised the mummy by pulling out his circular blade and cutting the Imotep's arm off. Imotep roared, sounding more frustrated than in pain. Van Helsing used the opportunity to crawl away.

Imotep picked up his arm and reattached it, good as new, though it was 3000 years old. Carl, who was moaning in pain on the floor, reached into his cloak and pulled out a bottle of holy water.

"Van Helsing!" he cried, tossing the bottle.

Van Helsing caught it. Would holy water work? Imotep turned to face him. Van Helsing held up the holy water. Something was wrong. The bottle of water turned red. One of the 12 plagues. Water became blood.

Imotep laughed as Van Helsing tossed the blood aside. He reached into his jacket and pulled out the silver crucifix. Perhaps this would work. Imotep suddenly changed. He turned into sand and moved, as if being blown by a mighty wind, behind Van Helsing before becoming human again. Van Helsing turned around and held up the cross. Imotep impatiently smacked it out of his hand before throwing Van Helsing backwards with his mind.

Carl was getting hysterical. "Oh no, what to do? What to do? What to do?"

Suddenly Anna was by his side. She shoved something in his hands. The

Necronomicon. "Use it!" she instructed. "Do something!"

With shaking hands Carl opened the cursed book and began searching for something, anything, that would help.

Imotep threw Van Helsing again. This was the word famous monster hunter? The man feared by the living, famous in Heaven, hated in Hell? He was nothing compared to Imotep's power. Then again, he never faced anything like a 3,000 year old immortal mummy with the powers over the sands and the ability to bring forth the 12 Plagues of Egypt.

As Van Helsing struggled to his feet, he pulled out a silver stake. Too bad he hadn't been able drive this into Orlok's heart before he could resurrect Imotep. Then again, it hadn't worked on Dracula, it most likely wouldn't work on Orlok.

Van Helsing turned and shoved the stake right where Imotep's heart should have been. Imotep didn't even attempt to move. He lazy pulled the stake out of his chest and tossed it aside. Imotep opened his mouth and several scarabs crawled out. Then they began coming out of any other open areas on his decayed body.

Van Helsing backed away from the flesh eating insects. They crawled after him. Van Helsing tried stomping on them, but they were fast little pests. Imotep watched Van Helsing in amusement.

"Yes, feel my pain." he said. "I was buried alive with them. I suffered for days with them slowly eating me away. But I shall make your death more merciful."

The scarabs surrounded Van Helsing on all sides. If he attempted to walk through them, they would consume him. Suddenly Imotep was standing in front of him. He grabbed him and lifted him off the ground.

"Your life will restore me." Imotep declared.

His mouth opened wide. He would suck Van Helsing dry and become whole again.

The sound of someone speaking in a strange language caught Imotep's attention. He turned to Carl and Anna. The friar was reading from the book.

"NO!!!" Imotep roared.

He threw Van Helsing aside and flew at Carl and Anna. He grabbed the end of the book just as Carl finished the passage. The book flashed with an angry red light. Carl released the book as the light grew in intensity. Imotep howled in rage and as the light engulfed him. It changed from an angry red to an icy blue. Then it was gone.

Imotep felt tired and weak. He could feel it, his powers were gone. He was... mortal. Before he could react to this sudden twist of fate, a sword burst through his chest, penetrating the Necronomicon. Van Helsing stood behind him, having been the one to stab the undead mummy. And Imotep bled. His unholy blood falling on the cold stone floor. The scarab and swarms of insects turned to dust as his plagues began lifting.

Imotep stumbled. He could feel his life ending. He had experienced it one time before. Even after 3,000 years he knew what it meant. Your life ending was something you could never forget.

Imotep grabbed onto one of the large black candle sticks, that surrounded the room which were meant for the ceremony, to support himself. The candlestick fell over with Imotep. When the candle touched his dried out flesh, he immediately burst into flames. Van Helsing, Anna, and Carl watched as Imotep and the Necronomicon burned, both evils being silenced forever.