hi.thanks for the reviews, guys. they mean a lot. i'm paranoid. like i said in the last chapter, the 'drama' and 'angst' unfold itself in this chapter, a bit. so be prepared. ;)
Mutt coughed, just like he had done a few moments earlier. He was sitting down, leaning against one of the walls, as Indy rambled on about what in the world
the skull was. Sure, he cared. He cared a lot. It was basically the key to getting his mother and Ox back. But, for the moment, he wasn't feel well enough for a lecture.
He cleared his throat silently, watching the devoted look on Indy. So concentrated, and not very much paying attention to anything else.
It had been about 15 minutes, and after the first 5, Mutt stopped talking. He and Indy were busy discussing the skull, when he grew tired of talking. Until about two minutes ago, he wasn't even listening to what the older man had to say anymore. He was busy trying to stop coughing. Of course, his coughs weren't terrible. Didn't seem that bad at all, and were small ones probably caused by the bad air and dust in this hell of a place.
Attempting to adjust his tired self, he squirmed a little to comfort himself against the wall. But, as soon as he used his arm to fix himself, it stung. The damn scorpion sting! He had almost forgot about it. It stung as his arm pressed against his jacket. He wasn't sure how he had forgotten, because it was somewhat throbbing. But, maybe the pain had gone on long enough for him to ignore it. Breathing through his teeth, he peeled off his jacket. Looking at his arm, he noticed the small area where he had been stung had now increased to a larger surrounding area.
"Uhhh." He sighed, looking it over. It was pretty disturbing. The little sting area, was now at least 3 times larger, running up the side of his arm. It was red, and a little itchy. Rubbing his arm against it, he looked up at Indy, who was still thinking deeply. He wondered if maybe he should knock the man out of his trance and tell him. But, he wasn't so sure. If he freaked over a little rash, what kind of man would that make him?
Shaking his head, he sighed, leaning back on the wall. After about a minute of rubbing it, he covered it back up with his jacket, hoping to forget about it as before.
Mutt wasn't quite sure how long they had been there, but it felt like an eternity. Indy had finally dropped the case for now, so they could get out of there and continue with their quest. Mutt pushed himself up from the floor, wincing a bit. Indy happened to notice.
"Are you alright kid?" Perhaps the young man had gotten injured when they were battling the living dead.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Mutt said, leading the way out. Indy shrugged. If the kid said he was alright, he'd believe him..for now.
As soon as Mutt poked his head out into the early sun, he knew it had been a while. He stopped, staring up at the sky, dropping the backpack for a quick break. He was getting tired extremely easy.
"Come on, kid."Indy said, walking past him. "We gotta get moving if we wanna find yo-" His voice trailed off, as soon as they reached the top of the stairs. A group of Russian soldiers awaited, point their guns at him, and the boy as soon as he had gotten there."-ur mom." Indy finished.
Mutt dropped the backpack again, raising up his hands.
One of the Russians came over to Indy, who was holding the skull in a sack. He smiled, prying the skull away from Indy's hands. "Don't worry, Jones. We'll keep it safe for you."
The baggage was handed off to another soldier, who then stowed it away in a truck. The man who removed the bag from Indy grabbed him, pushing him towards another truck. The same thing happened to Mutt, as he was pushed into the back of the truck. Within minutes, they both had managed to be tied up, their hands behind their backs as they each sat across from eachother in the back. A soldier was keeping guard beside Indy.
Well, Indy sat. Mutt more slouched than anything. By now, he really wasn't feeling good. He found out that he must of done a pretty good job of distracting his mind from everything, because as soon as he let the thought into his mind, he was ready to throw up.
He wasn't sure how he'd managed to ignore this all, because it was bad. He was extremely exhausted, and he could sware he was sweating. He blinked a few times, trying to rid his eyes of that blur. But, as soon as the blur would clear, he could feel the world spinning. Pretty impossible since he was in the back of a truck. Perhaps it was the truck that was spinning out of control.
Indy decided to break the silence, as soon as he noticed the kid was breathing deeper. "Hey, Ki-"
The guard cut him off. "No talking."
The guard didn't even look at either of them, though his thick accented vocie was stern.Indy looked at the guard, then back at Mutt.
"Kid."
"NO TALKING."
Mutt was tired, and almost ignoring Indy and the guard. He was mostly concentrating on steadying himself. He was dizzy, and he felt weird. He'd never felt like it before. He coughed softly, though it wasn't needed. He was trying to tell himself there was something in his throat that needed to be coughed up. That it was the reason behind him having it hard to breath. It had been difficult for a while, but not so bad as to he would think something was wrong.
He finally found a moment where everything was still, and he looked over at Indy. "I'm O.K." He said, as the man blurred back into a set of two.
Indy convinced himself that the kid wasn't just 'O.K.' by the sound of his voice. It was quick, as if he wanted to either get him of his case, or because he was so out of breath. He figured maybe the kid had asthma or something.
"Are you sure?"
Mutt leaned his head back, finding it hard to lift it back up. He didn't say a word though, he just nodded, hardly.
"Are you sure su-"
"I said 'NO TALKING!'" the guard yelled.
"Would you just lemme-"
"Oh, for God's sake..Shut the hell up!"
Mutt didn't want to say anything. He knew he couldn't anymore. If he managed to mumble outt anything, it would be one word at a time. That's all the breath he had time for. He closed his eyes, feeling as though somebody was roughly squeezing the life out of him. His throat felt tight, and he was almost sure that the guard was strangling him or something. But, as he quickly popped his eyes open, he was greeted with the blurs of two faces staring at him from across. One of them was saying things to him, but he couldn't make out the words.
"Kid, kid, talk to me!" Indy said loudly, a look of concern on his face. He looked at the guard immediately. "Untie me!''
The guard figured since Indy wanted to be untied, that the young man was just playing a joke. A means of escape, a reason to untie them. He was too smart though. He wasn't going to fall for it.
He laughed, "Ha. How big of an idiot do you think I am?"
Indy frowned, angrily." I'm not kidding! Untie me!" he needed to get to the boy.
The guard smiled at Indy.
"God dammit, untie me! Untie him or something! He's sick!"
After no luck, he looked back at the boy. "I just...need ...a drink..."Mutt somehow said, leaving an awful amount of space between his words.
Too bad Indy knew there was no water with them. "What's wrong , kid?" Nothing. "Tell me what's wrong!" Silence again. "Kid!"
Without another moment to spare, Indy had lifted his leg high enough to kick the soldier right off of the back of the truck!
He grabbed a hold of Mutt's knife, that had been in the soldier's hands after it was taken from him. He carefully, but quickly, cut the rope laced tightly around his hands. As the rope fell below, his wrists were red from the tightness and hold they had on him.
He ran over to the kid, shaking him lightly. ''Come on , kid. Stay with me. Talk to me."
He moved the kid a little, so that he could untie his hands. "Come on, Mutt. Look at me."After that, he began to understand the problem. A blue tint had began to show on the poor boy's face. He couldn't breath anymore. Not at all, almost. It was like breathing through a straw. But, not a regular one, a really really small miniature one. He felt the boy's face, and it was cold. "No. No, come on. Wake up. You have to stay awake."
He stared at the boy, who was showing no sign of life for that matter. "You have to.."
And there you have it folks! The third chapter of this story. I hope you liked it? And please review and tell me what you think. I'll be having a poll later on so you guys can help with the story and ideas too! I write what you want to read. ;)