WRATH of the MUMMY
By; Lady JenDragon
Summary: Dreams of the undead and a woman haunt Rick O'Connell and Ardeth Bay. A new menace has arisen in the year 2006 and has returned to 1936 to collect the curse of Imhotep. The Medjai death toll rises across Egypt as the new creature seeks the cursed desert of Ahm Shere to raise Imhotep from his deep grave. Rick and Evie search out Ardeth to uncover the meaning of the dreams. Soon, they are drawn into the battle for Earth and embark on the quest to save the universe. Yeah...something like that.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters we all know and love from the two Mummy movies. This isn't for profit but the joy of the fans. And the fact I get to put my story out into the world.
Author's Notes: However, this story line does belong to me. I wrote a little story called THE MUMMY CLASH OF THE GODS using my own ideas and characters two years ago. A strong desire to come up with my own 'Mummy' story…this is what I ended up with. Since I am the author…I gave myself permission to use that story line and mix it with the characters we all know and love. Hope you enjoy the FREE ride. I had lots of fun playing with ideas and just lettin' the old imagination run wild.
I've broken the story into chapters so I can slowly transform my ideas into book format and go wild with details. Hopefully not too much. The original format of my story was screenplay. Don't like that format. Can't get into the details I love so much. You lose so much of the feel of the story. Oi! Okay…away we go….ENJOY.
ANCIENT THEBES - 1278 B.C.
Citizens milled on the palace grounds of the grand palace of Seti the First, going about their daily lives. Vendors, customers, children and the occasional vagrant walked past one another on this beautiful day in Thebes. The pillars and walls were decorated with colorful hieroglyphs from floor to top. A chariot of gold raced down the center courtyard signaling the return of Pharaoh to Thebes.
Egypt enjoyed the reign of Seti the First. Many considered this period to be the golden age of ancient times. The chariot came to a halt outside the palace. There, Seti was met by several bodyguards sent to protect him upon his return.
Narrator: A YOUNG APPRENTICE SERVED IN
THE PALACE UNDER FALSE PRETENCES
A young servant boy entered the sparsely furnished throne room with a large silver tray of various fruit. He appeared around twelve, his tunic laid with gold and black in khaki colored cloth. His head was shaven and he wore a heavy crystal necklace that hung down to his waist. He strained under the weight of the silver tray over flowing with fruit. The mid-afternoon snack was to be served on time. He was not allowed to dawdle in front of Pharaoh.
Pharaoh did not sit in his throne. He preferred to eat at the small table off to the side behind the throne chair close to the large window. Pharaoh paid little attention to those who served him, especially the young males. But he was no plain boy. He wanted to serve under Imhotep and become a priest. But no one paid him much attention in the palace. His only purpose was to serve Pharaoh.
The boy hesitated before setting the tray on the table before Pharaoh. Seti allowed the female servants to feed him several grapes while two fanned him with palm leaves. Dressed in gold armor, the boy knew Pharaoh was set to greet a far off caravan from the northern territories bringing him new products to trade.
That night, the young servant boy sat in the center of a large, deserted room. Cobwebs littered the walls, hieroglyphs beginning to fade, dulling their once bright colors. The light from six candles circling around him, he held the Book of the Dead in his small hands. Beside him laid the Book of Life made of pure gold.
Narrator: WHEN NO EYES WERE WATCHFUL, HE
OBTAINED THE SACRED BOOK OF THE DEAD FOR
HIS OWN DARK PURPOSE, LEARNING ALL HE
COULD FROM THEIR CURSED PAGES.
The servant boy lifted his arm and waved his hand through the air. Liquid streams of multi-colored light streaked out from his fingertips. His eyes did not widen as the colors broadened from his hand.
A miniature model of the solar system formed, growing larger until it occupied the space of the large room. The sun burned brightly in the center of the room above his head with all of the planets circling around him. A wry smile formed on the boy's lips. A yellow comet streaked through the room.
Narrator: HE PRACTICED SORCERY BY NIGHT,
GROWING STRONGER AS TIME PROGRESSED. NO
ONE KNEW OF HIS DECEPTION FOR IT WAS
PUNISHABLE BY DEATH.
Sounds from the hall caught the servant boy's attention. The solar system dissipated instantly as the boy quickly got to his feet. He ran to the door, peering out cautiously. He snapped back into the room and darted across the floor to where three pillars were hidden in the darkness.
Imhotep entered the room wearing thin gray robes and a black tunic. His chest was left exposed, decorated with several necklaces indicating his status. He spied the burning candles in the center of the room, giving them only a moment's thought. He smiled quickly, believing Aneksunamun left them burning for their midnight rendez-vous. He turned back towards the door as she entered.
Aneksunamun's sleek form was painted with intricate lines and patterns, barely covered with cloth at the hips. This did not stop her from meeting with Imhotep. They would eventually consummate their relationship. After all, she was the mistress of Seti the First. She knew how to please Pharaoh. But to share love…that was something more precious.
The servant boy smiled evilly as Imhotep and Aneksunamun shared a passionate kiss.
Several days passed, the servant boy walked down the hall towards the throne room. He narrowed his eyes as Imhotep and his priests turn the corner farther down the hall. He swore Aneksunamun retreated to Pharaoh's quarters to rest earlier in the afternoon. Seti was not due back until later.
Minutes passed as the servant boy stood out of people's way in the hall. He turned to find Seti walking down the hall towards his quarters. Surprised by Pharaoh's sudden return to Thebes, the servant boy watched as Seti turned down the next hall towards his quarters. Pharaoh would be tired after a long day.
The boy smiled again.
Hamunaptra, City of the Dead, was set deep in the desert of Egypt. Home of the dead to the rich families of Egypt, the city was forbidden to all citizens. Only the highly regarded priests and visiting families were permitted within. Protected from invasion by a large-scale wall, the only entrance was a stone ramp into the city's center.
Dozens of Pharaoh's bodyguards entered the city via the ramp on horses at a pace reserved for war. The tension in the air told of hurried anticipation of the task they were about to undertake. The high priest Imhotep stole Aneksunamun's body and planned to resurrect her from the dead. Such an act was regarded as treason. Death was the only punishment. But not just any death.
A slow, painful death that would leave one cursed for all time.
Servant Boy hid behind the corner pedestal in the preparation room. He peered out every so often as yells and screams were heard from the priests being mummified alive. The Pharaoh's bodyguards were executing all the priests under Imhotep's guidance.
An eerie smile stayed on his face as one priest after another suffered under the tortures of mummification. The preparation room had never seemed to active before in his recent memories. Spying a necklace set aside, the servant boy opened his hand.
The necklace flew across the room into his open hand stretched out in front of him. None of the bodyguards noticed the flying necklace or the young servant boy.
Narrator: WITNESSING THE EXECUTION OF
IMHOTEP FOR HIS CRIMES, THE YOUNG
SORCERER CONTRIVED A PLAN TO OVER
THROW THE NEW THRONE OF EGYPT.
Back in the privacy of the large room, the servant Boy lifted a vase off the floor without touching it. He stares intently at the object indicating telekinetic ability. He reached forward with one hand, spinning the vase.
The servant boy failed to notice the darkened, female figure watching him from the doorway. After several seconds, the figure moved off, disappearing into the darkness.
Narrator: ONE NIGHT, HIS SECRET WAS
DISCOVERED BY THE NEW QUEEN, WHO
ALLOWED THE SORCERER TO BELIEVE HIS
DECEPTION REMAINED UNDETECTED.
The moon hung low in the night sky. A full white moon blanketed the Egyptian landscape with silver light. A late evening found most of the palace asleep. Those awake were the guards of the palace and the occasional servant running around preparing interior rooms for the next day.
Narrator: ON THE NIGHT OF THE FULL MOON,
THREE BODYGUARDS WERE DISPATCHED
TO DISPOSE OF THE TRAITOROUS
SORCERER AS HE SLEPT.
Three figures in V-formation ran across the palace grounds without making any sound as they moved along the wide main path. Weapons flickered in the light as they ran. Wearing tunics and sandals, the middle bodyguard wore a leather headdress indicating Captain-equivalent status. They hid behind several bushes when they came upon a dark-haired female servant carrying a water jug on her way from one palace wing to the other.
Once she passed, they quickly continued on their way.
The servant boy slept soundlessly in the small, rickety bed allotted for servants. A thin blanket covered him as he dreamed. The other five beds were empty tonight, the servants kept separate. The three bodyguards entered the small room, centering their attention on the sleeping boy.
Narrator: FOR THIS SORCERER POSSESSED POWERS
THAT RIVALED, EVEN SURPASSED THOSE OF
PRIESTS, INCLUDING THE CURSED IMHOTEP.
The head bodyguard motions for the other two to wing the boy while he pulled a dagger from his waist. No sword would be used on this traitor. After all, he was just a boy. As the two guards reached for the servant boy, he woke.
After several moments of scuffling with the guards, the young servant boy was hauled from the bed and forced to stand between them. The head guard approached the boy with the dagger, striking him in the abdomen. The boy's eyes widened as the dagger was pushed deeper. He pressed his hands over the wound trying to catch the blood oozing out, applying weak press
The Head guard found the lack of cooperation of the boy to die by dagger, he unsheathed his sword from his waist. The slight s-curve indicated a newly created sword for a new Captain. The handle was specially engraved and laid with pearlescent stones. With one thrust, the sword pierced the servant boy's small body.
The servant boy slid to the floor, his arm outstretched, smiling.
Narrator: BEFORE HE DIED, HE BESTOWED
A CURSE UPON HIS OWN DEATH…
SHOULD HE RISE FROM THE GRAVE, THE
DEAD WOULD WALK THE EARTH, THE
HEAVENS WOULD FALL AND THE
FURTURE OF MEN WOULD END.
More Author's notes: I just wanted to get this up. I may tweak this first chapter and reload onto FanFiction. But at least I've got the first one done. I hope I've got your attention and interest.
Author's Notes: I'm going to try to keep to the same format we've seen in the movies. Readers will have a better sense of correlation between this story and the first two movies. Any comments would be appreciated.