NAZI DIGGING CAMP CAIRO
HELEN'S POV
The Nazis took Marion in for questioning first. They figured since she had the original headpiece for years, she'd know what it said. They interrogated her for a couple of hours, then it was my turn. They tied me to a chair, and held up a knife. "Good evening, Fraulein Jones." the creepy Nazi said. Last night he introduced himself as Toht, but I hardly cared, and I still didn't. I ignored the horrible man and stared at the desert floor. "You are a remarkably beautiful young girl, and it would be a pity to waste a life such as yours." Toht began. I swear his stupid grin grew bigger and creepier as he spoke. "Why don't you tell me what the medallion your father has says?" he asked. "I don't know. Why don't you read it off your hand?" I ask, staring at the scar left on his hand. It seemed the hot medallion burned it's design into his hand. He backhanded my face as he called me names in German. He looked at the mark on his hand and grinned. "Thank you, Fraulein Jones. I think I will do just that." He turned to the German soldiers behind him. "I'm going to tell the French man we have a way to read the medallion. Take her back to the tent." he commanded in German. Oh great. By being snarky with the Nazis, I was helping them! I certainly wasn't making things easier for Dad. Speaking of Dad, I still couldn't believe he hadn't rescued Marion and I yet. Maybe he was just outside the camp, making a plan on how to help us escape, that's tried to hope, but I felt like I was beginning to lose hope. I was dragged back to Marion, and tied to the pole she was tied to. We were both gagged so we could talk to each other. I tried my hardest to keep a straight face, but tears stung my eyes. I felt Marion's head rest on top of mine. She was trying to comfort me. I rested my head on her shoulder, silently sobbing. I just wished Dad would come save us.
Two days. They left Marion and I tied up to that pole without giving us food or water. I felt like I was going to die. It certainly didn't help my spirits rise. Soon a man dressed in white appeared through the door of the tent. Marion and I stared at him. I looked at his eyes. Hazel, just like mine... And his bag, it was Dad's satchel! He ran towards us, Marion began to scream in fear, while I cried for joy. Finally, we were going to get out of here. Dad took the gags of Marion and I. "Are you hurt?" he asked us. Marion shook her head as I replied. "No." he pulled my hair away from my face, his expression darkened as he stared. I was guessing Toht left a bruise. "They keep asking us what you know." Marion told him. Dad pulls out his pocket knife, and was about to cut us loose, when all of a sudden he stopped. "Jones? Jones what's wrong? Cut us loose!" Marion cried. Dad turned to face us. "I know where the Ark is." he whispered. "The Ark is here?!" I asked. He nodded. "Well take us with you, we can help you get it!" Marion shouted. Dad considered it, before grabbing our gags again. "I'm sorry to do this, but if I release you, they'll comb the desert. They'll find the Ark, and we'll all be doomed." he said, gagging Marion. She began shouting at Dad. I couldn't understand her, but whatever she said, I agreed with her. "Please Daddy, don't leave us here." I cried. Tears fell down my face, and my lip trembled. Dad softly touched the side of my face that wasn't bruised. "I promise to be back by morning. You've been so brave these last two days. Can you be brave just a little longer?" I nodded my head. I was scared senseless, but I'd be brave long enough for Dad. "Please hurry, Dad." I begged. He tied the gag on my mouth. He kissed my forehead. "Helen, that thing I said in Nepal, about making sure you didn't enjoy this trip. I'm sorry." he apologized, tears in his eyes, which were red and swollen. He clearly had been crying a lot the last two days. I nod at him, and he ran off. I hoped with all of my might that he'd be back by morning.
INDY'S POV
I sobbed quietly as I ran to the telescope area to find the Well of Souls. I just learned that my daughter and my partner are alive, and I have to leave them. Helen's reactions killed me, I wouldn't be surprised if she hated me, In fact, I hated myself. I had to remeasure three times, due to not being able to think straight. After finally getting the coordinates right, I looked at a empty hill. That's it, that's where the Well of Souls was. The resting place of the Ark. I would have to hire a team of diggers, but the Ark was within my grasp.
MARION'S POV
The sun was beginning to set, I watched it anxiously. I couldn't believe Jones would just leave us like that! I put my head on top of Helen's, it was sort of my way of hugging her with our arms tied. Soon she fell asleep, and I tried to make a plan to escape. Maybe, if the next time they untied me. I could knock them out, untie Helen, and find Jones. I tried my hardest to stay awake, but eventually sleep won me over. A gentle shaking awoke me, the French one, he was untieing me. After he finished untieing me, he began to untie Helen. She awoke with a start, and ran behind me. Belloq walked to the other side of the tent, and sat at the table. I grabbed Helen, and ran towards the door of the tent. Two armed Nazis came in, blocking the exit. "If you are trying to escape on foot, the desert is three weeks in every direction. So please, eat something." the French said, pointing at a silver tray with bread, and a variety of fruits. "After you, Helen dear." I told the scared little girl. She nodded and began to eat. She ripped the bread in half, then proceeded to eat her half. I stroked her hair as she ate. "I must apologize for the treatment of you." The French man said in a sorrowful voice. "Whose idea was it anyways? No food, no water?!" I ask. "It probably was yours, wasn't it, Belloq?" Helen asked. "It was not my idea, child." Belloq told her.
"What kind of people are these friends of yours?" I asked. Belloq shrugged "At this time, and for this job, they are neccessary evils. They are not my friends." Belloq replied. "Belloq doesn't have any friends." Helen said smugly. I put my hands firmly on her shoulders as a way to silence her. Right now, Belloq held our lives in his hands, and all angering him would do was make him throw them aside. Instead he merely shrugged again. "Like father, like daughter. Always trying to get the last laugh." he said. I grabbed my half of the bread and wolfed it down. The last thing I had to eat where those dates Jones gave me. Belloq walked behind a dresser, and carried a drawer with him. "However, with the right connections, even I this part of the world we are not uncivilized." he pulled out the contents of the drawer. A beautiful white dress about my size with heeled sandals, and a little pink dress with a sun hat, roughly Helen's size. "Beautiful." I said, grabbing a banana. Helen stared at the dresses, then she grabbed her fedora off of Belloq's desk. "I would very much like to see you two in them." Belloq said. I laughed and took another bite of the banana before responding. "I bet you would." I said. I looked at him, he was completely serious. "Alright." I say, giving Helen a look that said 'Just go along with it.' I walked behind the dresser as Helen went behind the crates. Belloq spoke as we changed. "We don't have much time, and they are getting impatient. If either of you do not tell me any important information, they will harm you. I will not be able to stop them. "I already told you everything I know, I have no loyalty to Jones." I said, hoping Helen would know I wasn't serious. I came out, and Belloq looked me over. "He's brought me nothing but trouble." I continue. "Marion you're beautiful." he was all he said breathlessly. I sat down, covering a knife I saw with my old clothes, and waited for Helen. "Miss Jones, the night won't stay young forever." Belloq said. Helen then came out, her eyes red and swollen. She stared down at the ground, I felt so awful, but I needed to keep up the act, so that maybe, I could convince Belloq to let us go.
HELEN'S POV
I stared at the pink dress and hat Belloq wanted me to wear. I grabbed my fedora off the desk, hoping Belloq would get the hint and not force me to wear them. But Marion gave me a look, so I sighed, grabbed the dress and hat, and walked behind the crates. Belloq started talking about how he and the Nazis needed more information. I sure wasn't going to give them any. I finished dressing right as I heard Marion say "I already told you everything I know, I have no loyalty to Jones." There was a pause, then Marion continued with "He's brought me nothing but trouble." I sat there and silently sobbed. Nothing but trouble? She considered my father and I to be nothing but trouble, an inconvenience to her. Belloq said something to Marion, but I hardly paid any attention. After a few more minutes of crying, Belloq called me. "Miss Jones, the night won't stay young forever." I wiped my tears away and joined them. I refused to look at either of them. Belloq grabbed three cups, and poured each of us a clear liquid, that I could only guess wasn't water. Marion looked at Belloq. "Belloq, she's only ten." she said. Oh, so now she cares. Before any of them could say anything, I grabbed the glass and chugged down the drink. I coughed a little bit, it was a lot stronger than I thought it would be. "She seems to be handling it quite well for someone her age." Belloq said. I think that was the closest thing to a compliment he ever said to me. "Pour me another." I grumbled. Being ten years old, I wasn't even supposed to be drinking. But I heard if you drank enough, you'd forget your problems, and hey, I had some problems.
At first things were awkward with us sitting in silence, but with the adults slowly having a couple of drinks, (myself having chugged four.) we all began to laugh. I raised my fifth drink to my lips and drank. Everything looked a little blurry, I laughed hysterically as everything started look funny. "You ok dear?" Marion asked me. "I'm fine, no need to worry about me. After all, I'm nothing but trouble." I said, my words slurring together. Talking was beginning to get too hard. Marion looked appalled at my words. "Sweetie, I didn't mean you were trouble. When I said that, I meant being with him got us kidnapped!" she said, hugging me. I drank my seventh glass, and I started to cry. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so mean to you! You're trying your best to help me feel safe, and I'm here being mean to you!" I wailed. Marion kissed my forehead. I tried to drink an eighth glass, but spilled the drink all down my front.
MARION'S POV
Helen was completely out of it. While Belloq and I slowly drank three shots, not to mention our larger bodies have had alcohol before, she chugged down seven shots, and her tiny body couldn't handle it. She was slurring her words, and now she was having mood swings. She sobbed as she spilled her eighth shot down her front, and started hiccupping. "I think you've had a little too much to drink." I said, taking the glass from her. Seven shots too many! Jones was going to kill me for this! "T-Thank you, Auntie Marion, I love you." Helen said. She fell asleep in my lap, snoring very loudly. "I love you too." I whispered. "She drank a lot for someone her size." Belloq said, laughing. The drink was beginning to get to him as he had drank three more shots while Helen yelled at me. I laughed alongside him. All I had to do know was get him drunk enough to make him forget Hera and I were prisoners. "Belloq, do you have anywhere for her to lay?" I asked, lifting Helen into my arms. "Please, call me Rene." Belloq said, taking off his coat, taking Helen from my arms, wrapping her in it, and laying her gently on the ground beside me. "Thank you, Rene." I said, playing with his first name. He smiled at me. With him as drunk as he was, charming him was going too be all too easy.
I was correct in saying that Belloq would be easy to charm, I however did not plan on me being charmed by him. He may have been insane, and keeping Helen and I prisoner, but once you got to know him, he wasn't that bad. He mad me laugh, and I made him laugh! Wait, stop it Marion! You've got to get out of here with Helen! I tried to pour my sixth glass, but I couldn't get the liquid in the glass. I was getting too drunk, I needed to stop, otherwise I wouldn't be able to carry Helen out of here. Belloq poured it for me, and he poured his ninth. I looked at the glass. Well, one more couldn't hurt. I drank it, Belloq laughed as he watched me, and I couldn't help but laugh back. I pulled out the knife and aimed it at Rene's nose. He looked at it, and the both of us began to laugh. "I'm going to miss you Rene." I said, picking up Helen. "Maybe we can meet better circumstances." I said. Belloq nodded, then his face paled. I turned around, it was Toht, followed by twi Nazi soldiers. "We meet again Fraulien." he said eyeing Helen in my arms. "You Americans, you're all the same, partying too hard, and overdressing for the wrong occasions." Toht said. I ran behind Belloq, clutching Helen tightly. Toht pulled out a menacing looking tool, Belloq and I exchanged fearful looks. Toht folded the too, handed it to one of the soldiers, and hung his coat on it. It was just a hanger. Toht approached Belloq and I, smiling that creepy grin. "So, what shall we talk about?" he asked.