My Version of the Mummy
In detail
Chapter 2
Ardeth Bay watched as the fight began, his heart ached for those who would die here today but he could spare no mercy, the secret needed to be protected, no one could survive. Gun shots pricked the air sending a line of curling white smoke up from the battlements, nearly a hundred warriors fell but it hardly made an imprint of their vast numbers. He watched, along with a few from the council and his most trusted warriors, as the large dust cloud, kicked up by the horse's hooves, entered the sacred ruins of Hamunaptra. They scoured the city clean, cutting down man after man. The French legionnaires no match for the curved scimitars and the horses speed. The screams hit the air like knives, but he stayed emotionless. In side he was fighting his own eternal battle, was it right to kill so many, need they all die so horrifically? It was a needed precaution, no one could know what was hidden in the cities depths, no one could release this monster on the world. He, as always, questioned his ancestors actions in cursing this creature so causing their future descendants to be curse in turn to continuously watch over the dead city in fear of the monster buried within.
The battle had not lasted long, the warriors were now riding out; they had no desire to be there. The watched as they left and still continued to do so. They had to be certain no one had survived. A man stumbled away from the ruins, an unlucky survivor. He stumbled forward but immediately stopped and straightened, tuning to see them on the ridge.
"Should we kill him?" Ardeth watches as the man turns and stumbles away from them, loathing the death that he has already caused he is decided against ending this man's life under his own whims.
"No, the desert will kill him." With finality Ardeth turns his horse, Zameel, away from the hill top. The bells Bint-tel-nil, his sister, had woven into the halter sang with Zameels every movement. Sand swirled around both horse and riders as they rode off into the desert, the council following behind with speculative glances.
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( Zameel means companion and friend in Arabic and Bint-tel-nil means daughter of the Nile, I just thought it would be fun and more realistic to have proper Arabian names in the story.)
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3 weeks later (yeah it's a long time but Rick needed to grow his hair.)
It had been three weeks exactly since both Rick and Charlie had returned from the desert and it had been two weeks, six days since Rick had been chucked into Cairo prison, and it had been two weeks, four days since Charlie had found out and she was pissed, no livid, wait murderous.
It had hardly been a day and Rick, the stupid bastard that he was, got thrown into jail for fighting in a brawl among, apparently, other numerous crimes that the warden had conveniently forgotten about when Charlie had the audacity to actually ask. She had been trying her best to buy him out but the fat-lazy-ass-good-for-fuck-all warden was having none of it. Angrily she kicked the wall, fuck, unfortunately she forgot that were not soft and now she had the throbbing foot to prove it. Cursing wildly she stormed out into the busy streets of Cairo.
There was always a market on, every day, the streets constantly plagued by carts, animals, and people all pushing a shoving their way to reach their own destinations. The air was laden with incense, the aroma of Eish Masri, a type of hearty Egyptian bread, Samak mashwy, grilled fish, and her personal favourite Mahshi waraa enab which was a concoction of rice made of sauteed ground beef seasoned with Egyptian spices stuffed in a cooked grape vine leaf, she bought one. Nimbly she weaved her way through the crowd in the direction of Cairo prison. If she couldn't get Rick out through bargaining then she would break him out, there was no way in hell or heaven that she would lose her best friend and only family member.
She stopped at a small alcove, reaching in she pulled out the tool she would need. It was a system that she and Rick had developed. Cairo was a large city and it would be a waste of effort to continuously return to their home when they wanted something, it would also be extremely tedious to carry everything around with you. By concealing objects in particular places it allowed them to move throughout the whole city and it reassured Rick that if she got in trouble, because they hid guns and ammunition in these places as well, she'd always have something to defend herself with. She'd scoffed at that, like she didn't carry enough weapons around with her at his request.
Out of habit she studied the people around her. An old lady selling a soup, she had three children, as the western tourists stopped to look at her produce the children robbed them. A shifty looking man who was selling rip off jewellery, a drunken rogue picking food of the street hardly fit for a rat. Tourists oblivious to their missing goods enjoying the 'life and liveliness' of Cairo city. She laughed quietly when a young boy bumped into one knocking him to the ground and while he helped him up the boys sister robbed the man. That's what she and Rick used to do, they called it double teaming; they'd been so young back then, too young really for what they did.
Shaking the onslaught of memories from her head she continued on determined that Rick would make it out of that hell hole.
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Heavy booted footsteps moved closer to his cell, he'd been in here for over two weeks, when he found that rat who started that brawl he'd punch in square between the eyes. Charlie must of been worried sick, that or she was beyond pissed at him. It wasn't his fault, not really. Okay he was drunk, and sure he'd decided to play cards, and alright he'd cheated, and okay he'd started the fight but what can he say, he was only looking for a good time after the hell he'd been through, surely he'd earn't it.
The footsteps stopped outside his door.
"Hello boys missed me already." He winced as they roughly grabbed him chucking him into the outside enclosure of the cell.
"What, what is this man in for?" Ooo goodie visitors.
"He'd said he was looking for a good time." The guards shoved him roughly again.
"Who's the broad?" He'd never seen these two people in his life, so he asked the obvious question. Apparently, if the sharp intake of breath and the standoffish retort, she'd taken offense. Not his fault.
"Actually this is my sister."
"Not a total loss then."
"I beg your pardon?" she sounded offended...ha!
The warden interrupted whatever Evelyn was about to retort. "I'll be back in a moment!"
Calming down slightly Evelyn moved closer to the cell, knowing that Jonathan will only muck about, unsure of how to start the convocation she stammers. "We...um...we found your puzzle box and we've come to ask you about it."
No they haven't, they've come to ask about Hamunaptra. He thinks to himself. "No"
"No" Evelyn questions, shock and disappointment evident on her face.
"No...you've come to ask me about Hamunaptra." Rick watches in amusement as brother and sister look around in fear that anyone heard him, they unconsciously remind him of his own sister who was quietly sneaking in through the gate of the prison...what?
"How do you know the box pertains to Hamunaptra?"
"Because that's where I was when I found it!" He's not really involved in the convocation but instead watching his sister sneak past the guards, Oh he was going to kill her when they got home, that's if she didn't kill him first, of course.
"How do we know that's not a load of pig swallow?" Losing sight of Charlie Rick turns to look at the man, he was sure he'd seen him somewhere before, he was certain of it.
"Do I know you?" Rick arrows his eyes, searching this man's face.
"Um...well you see...I...I just have one of those faces—." Launching his fist out he connects it with Jonathans face. Rick did recognise him as the man who'd stolen from him. Well mission accomplished—OW. Rick cursed under his breath as his forehead connected with the unforgiving metal bars, he turned slightly glaring at the guard.
"You were actually at Hamunaptra?" There was something about the way that she completely ignored her brother, stepping over his unconscious body that reminded him of Charlie, this girl had spunk, that was for sure.
Smiling slightly at her boldness he replied. "Yeah I was there."
"You swear?"
"Every damn day." Jesus Charlie's sarcasm was really wearing off on him.
"No that's not what I mean—"
"I know what you mean. I was there, alright, Seti's place. City of the dead."
She moved closer. "Could you...could you tell me how to get there?"
Charlie was going to kill him for this, but then again he was probably dead already. "You really want to know?" He said drawing her closer.
"Yes!" She was too eager, he motioned her closer till she was inches away from him. Forcefully grabbing her chin he kissed her full on the mouth, she wasn't bad.
"Then get me the hell out of here!" The guards grabbed his upper arms dragging him out of the cell. "Do it lady." The door closed. Rick expected to end up back in his own cell but when they continued to drag him towards the courtyard he started to get a bit nervous. "Uh lads the cells back that way?" He said unsure of himself.
"You're not going to the cell, you're going to take a one way trip to hell where you belong." One word...SHIT!
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Same day, same place
Oh he was dead, a goner, and she was going to enjoy every moment of killing him. Charlie was shocked that he'd do such a thing. She moved closer to the woman and the warden.
"Where are they taking him?"
"To be hanged, it seems he had a very good time."
I know you all hate me for not updating in such a long time but I came to a road block, I have tried soooo many time to get this chapter right, I really have, but nothing I did seemed to work and I was getting really annoyed with it so I left it for a while, maybe too long. I really wanted to keep un the standard I set in the first chapter and I need your reviews to tell me whether I actually managed it or not. I AM SO SORRY really, but the main reason it took so long was because my writing style had completely changed after writing too many essays and I had to try and re-teach myself how to write like I did in the first chapter. PLEASE FORGIVE ME and PLEASE REVIEW.
Love Charlotte xxx
