The Mummy
Disclaimer: I don't own the mummy…I own the movie. I want Brendan Fraser.
( No flames please. If you don't like it, don't read it. )
SAHARA - HAMANAPTRA RUINS (1925) - DAY
In the distance you could hear the screams of a Tuareg horseman racing across the desert with two thousand of his warrior brethren. A mile across the scorching desert two hundred French foreign legionnaires scurry through the ruins, preparing for the onslaught. Our heroes are up on the wall watching as the warriors grew closer. Dashing and handsome, this is Rick O' Connell. The manipulative and sly one is Beni and as for the beautiful and adventurous one, that is Laurie Carnahan.
As Rick looks out at the massive screaming horde galloping at him, are little creep Beni tries to feel Laurie up.
"Touch me once more…and die." I hissed.
"Terribly sorry Laurie." Beni muttered loading his gun and shaking his head in defeat.
"I knew this was going to be a lousy day." Rick sighed. Beni put a hand on his shoulder.
"Personally, I would like to surrender, why can we not surrender?" Rick glared at him.
"Shut up and give me your bandolier." I looked at Beni and some him cursing Rick.
"I'm warning you Beni." He gulped and handed Rick his cartridge belt and handed it to Rick. Rick winked at me. Just to get things straight, there is nothing going on between me and Rick. He's like a brother to me.
"Let's run away right now. While we can still make it." Beni whimpered as the shouts grew closer and louder.
"Chicken shit." I muttered positioning myself next to Rick.
"Now, give me your revolver you'll never use it anyway." Beni pulled out his revolver and handed it to Rick, who at the moment was busy loading his revolvers.
"Then let's play dead, huh? Nobody ever does that anymore."
"Beni, just shut the hell up and get ready!" I shouted. I looked back at the warriors who were galloping towards us at a very fast pace.
Rick put the revolver in his holster and looked at Beni. "Now, go find me a big stick."
"In the desert? For what?"
"So I can tie it to your back, you seem to be without a spine." I snorted at Rick's comment.The horde of warriors thundered closer, they were about a half mile away and all we could do was fight.
"Can you two get along for once in your lives?" I asked impatiently.
"Isn't that what I always ask you two?" Rick asked.
"Unfortunately, yes." Beni sighed winking at me. I shuddered and turned back to the warriors approaching. Suddenly, Rick grabbed my hand and pulled me up. He motioned for me to follow him and Beni and I did as I was told.
"How did a guy like you end up in the legion anyway?" Rick asked, walking very fast.
"I got caught robbing a synagogue. Lots of good stuff in them holy places; churches, temples, mosques, and who's guarding them?" Beni answered jogging to keep up.
"Altar boys?" I giggled.
"Exactly! I speak seven languages, including Hebrew, so my specialty was synagogues. How about you two? Kill somebody?" Beni asked.
"Look out!" I yelled but it was too late. That little freak had fallen over a large piece of stone and Rick had fallen over him.
"No, but I'm considering it." He glared at Beni as I helped him up.
"How about me?" He asked from the ground.
"Stay here." I muttered walking away with Rick. Beni scrambled up and followed us.
"What then? Robbery? Extortion? Kidnapping!" Beni shouted with his hands flying in every direction.
"None of the above."I smiled.
"Then what the hell are you both doing here?" Rick and I looked at each other.
"Weare just looking for a good time." We said at the same time. Beni sighed as Rick and I laughed. We all ran over to our positions once again and saw the cowardly, Legionnaire Colonel panic and run across Hamunuptra.
"Oh shit! Steady!" Rick yelled trying to give us all comfort.
"Stupid bastard." I yelled referring to the Colonel. Several other men followed his example which made me even angrier. "Yeah, that's right…run off you bloody jerks!"
"Forget them…STEADY!" Rick shouted again. I cocked my gun and stared at the amazing amount of warriors heading towards us. A lot more legionnaires haul ass and Beni is one of them.
"What a creep." I muttered in disgust.
"STEADY!" Rick screamed. The Tuaregs began shooting at everyone.
"FIRE!" I screamed. I began shooting at every one of the Tuaregs I could see. The, remaining, Legionnaires on the ground fire, the rifles report with a crash and the blast blows dozens of Tuaregs clean off their mounts. The prone Legionnaires quickly begin to reload. As Rick kept shouting fire, thunder and smoke rip the hot air and off we were. I grabbed Rick and we ran for dear life.
"Hello." A Tuareg smiled. Rick and I shot but nothing came out. The warrior galloped towards us and shot at us. I felt a hot pain shoot through my arm and I covered it immediately. I closed my eyes for a moment. It stung like a bitch but this was no time to be whiney. I opened them and saw Rick whack the man in the back of the head with his rifle. In the distance, Beni was whimpering in the sand on his belly. I groaned.
"FOLLOW BENI!" Rick shouted as he shot more men. I nodded and ran towards Beni who was on his feet already.
"We are going to die." I thought.
"You ok?" Rick shouted from beside me.
"I thought you were back there?"
"I was…until I ran out of ammo." I laughed. "Where's Beni?" I looked around and spotted him inside the Temple doorway, trying to close the heavy sandstone door.
"Beni wait up!" Beni sneered at us. It was clear he had not intention to wait. He began to close that door and we ran faster.
"Don't you close that door! DON'T YOU CLOSE THAT DOOR!" Rick screamed. I ran into the door and screamed as pain ran throughout my arm.
"I'm going to get you for this!" I screamed as Rick picked me up and ran. "I CAN RUN YOU KNOW!"
"You're slowing me down!" He told me dodging a huge stone that had fallen.
"Well, excuse me for getting shot!" He turned and bolted off around the rocks. Running for his life, and mine while weaving through the ruins. The warriors are getting closer and closer. The pounding hoofs getting louder and louder are giving me a massive headache. Rick finally spins around and faces our attackers. This is the end. The four massive horses crash to a stop in front of us and I cringe. The vicious Tuaregs raise their rifles to finish us off. Rick sighed, dropped me and stood there, exhausted and beaten, and then he slowly lifts his hands up in defeat.
"This might be a bad time, but…I love you."
"Love you too." He smiled. When we say love, we mean in a brother and sister way. I grabbed Ricks hand and we closed our eyes and waited for our death. That's when things changed… I opened my eyes and say all of the horses rear up. Two of the Riders are thrown to the ground and the horses screech, bellow and snort in fear, then buck like fury and haul-ass away as if the devil himself had scared them. The thrown Riders get up and race off after their mounts. I suddenly got a chill down my spine and I knew something evil was here.
"That was weird." Rick muttered. I looked over at him. He looked stunned and then, by the look on his face I could tell he could feel the evil himself,
"Do you hear that?" He asked me all of a sudden.
"Here what?" I asked him.
"That." I listened for a moment and then I heard it also. It was the cackling and howling of the warriors but they were no where in sight. Rick and I slowly turned around and saw--the shattered, decrepit statue of Anubis staring back at us.
Suddenly, the sand began to shift under out feet. I started to back away, pulling Rick with me and keeping my eyes on the transforming sand, it looks like huge snakes are wiggling and writhing beneath it, forming lines and shapes,--drawing a picture. Rick finally saw the sand and quickly turned around and ran with me through the ruins.
I ran as fast as I could but something made me stop. I turned around and noticed Rick wasn't running he was staring at something on the mountains. I looked up and saw some warriors but thought nothing of it.
"Rick, let's go." I shouted running back into the desert.
"Yeah." He whispered and followed me forgetting everything that just occurred but the men did not stop watching us.
"What about those two?" One of the men on the mountain asked, watching Rick and Laurie leave.
"Leave them…the desert will kill them." Another man told him. And so our story begins.
CAIRO MUSEUM OF ANTIQUITIES - DAY
Deep in the bowels of the museum lie stacks of books. Row upon row are filled with glorious and educational books. Most of which are, boring.
"Tuthmosis?... Now how did you get up here?" A beautiful woman asked herself. She was sorting her books and she wasn't at the 'T's yet. She was standing at the top of a tall ladder between two rows and leaning against one of the bookshelves. She is an uninteresting, BEAUTIFUL, British girl: eye-glasses, hair-in-a-bun, long boring dress, your typical prudish nightmare. She carefully turned around so she didn't looser her balance and looked for the letter 'T.' She glanced across to the other row and spotted it.
"Here we go." She smiled leaning over to put it away. Unfortunately, it was a little to far away and as she reached over the ladder pulled it's self against her and she began stilt walking in the library.
"Oh my goodness." She gasped. The ladder crosses the aisle and she clings to the top, struggling for balance. The ladder teeters out into the main aisle and picks up speed. The woman screams as it does a 180, spins into another aisle and finally crashes to a stop at the top of a bookshelf. She holds her breath, and then sighs heavily.
And that's when the bookshelf falls away from her and crashed into the next bookshelf. She slides down the ladder and plops to the floor and looks up just as the domino effect kicks-in: each bookshelf crashing into the next. And onward it goes. Bookshelf after bookshelf, thousands of volumes flinging off shelves and scattering across the floor. It finally ends as the last shelf crashed into a wall. Her eyes are closed and the she opens one eye. Looks left and then right. Then opens the other eye and stares at the huge mess.
"Oops." She murmurs taking her glasses off.
"What is all that…" The Egyptian curator asks but stops when he sees the mess.
"Look at this! Sons of the Messiah! Give me frogs, flies, locusts, anything but this! Compared to you, the other plagues were a joy!" The curator shouted.
"I'm sorry, it was an accident." The woman stammers picking up books.
"Evelyn, When Ramesses destroyed Syria, it was an accident. You are a catastrophe! Why do I put up with you?"
"You put up with me, because I can read and write ancient Egyptian, decipher hieroglyphs and hieratic." Evelyn began calmly. "And I'm the only person within a thousand miles who knows how to properly code and catalogue this library." She shouted defensively.
"I put up with you because your mother and father were our finest patrons, Allah rest their souls. Now straighten up this mess!" He commanded her as he stormed out of the room. As Evie began to pick up some books, she heard a strange noise coming from the 'tomb room.'
"Hello?" She asked sounding afraid. Again she heard the noise. She dropped her books and walked into the room.
"Hello?" She asked again grabbing a torch of the wall. She peered into each of the Mummy's tombs but none of them were causing the sound. She turned around and saw a sarcophagus that was…open. Slowly, very slowly, she peered into the sarcophagus and screamed as the mummy shot up like a rocket. Laughter was heard from inside the sarcophagus. Her eyes narrow as a foppish cad and a girl crawl out from behind the Mummy, laughing their asses off, half drunk.
"Oh honestly…both of you!" She scolded. "Have you no respect for the dead?" She put the torch down and helped the pair of them out of the sarcophagus.
"Why of course I do, but sometimes I wish I could join them." JonathonCarnahan grins drunkenly.
"Here here." Laurie exclaimed.
"Well I wish you'd do it sooner rather than later, before you both ruin my career the way you've ruined yours." She said slapping them in the face and lifting her sister, Laurie, out of the sarcophagus.
"My dear, sweet, baby sister, I'll have you know, that at this moment my career is on a high note." Jonathon belched and sat back on the edge of the tomb.
"And as for me…what career did I ever have?"
"You had a wonderful one!" Evie shouted down. "Please, I'm not in the mood…I've made a bit of a mess in there and Bembridge Scholars have rejected my application form again." She sighed. Jonathon frowned, got up and grabbed her hand.
"You'll always have me old mum." The both laughed and Laurie moaned.
:Laurie's P.O.V:
"Why does my twin brother have to be such a softie?" I asked.
"Because he's the opposite of you?" Evie suggested. I giggled.
"I have something to show you!" Jonathon announced.
"Oh no, not another worthless trinket, Jonathan, if I bring one more piece of junk to the Curator to try and sell for you…" Evie moaned but was cut off my Jonathon shoving a gold trinket into her hand. She examined it carefully and Jonathon and I looked at her eagerly.
"Where did you get this?" She asked.
"Yeah Jon…where'd you get it?" I asked curiously.
"Um, in a dig…down in Thebes!" He told us. I looked at him suspiciously but I believed him.
"My whole life I've never found anything, Evie. Tell me I've found something." I looked at Evie and she clicked open the ancient trinket and pulled out a map. I quickly sat down beside her and looked at the map.
"Jonathon…I think you've found something."
"See the cartouche there, it's the official royal seal of Seti the First, I'm sure of it." Evie told the Curator who was examining the paper again for us. I really don't trust that man.
"Perhaps." The Curator told us. Jonathon looked at Evie.
"Two questions: Who the hell is Seti the First and was he rich?"
"Of course he asks that." I moaned.
"He was the Pharaoh of the Old Kingdom…" She began.
"He was said to be one of the wealthiest." I finished for her.
"I've taught you so much about the Ancient times and that's all you remember?" I nodded.
"Alright, good, that's good. I like this fellow, I like him very much." Jonathon said rubbing his hands in glee.
"I've already dated it, this map is almost four thousand years old. And the hieratics over here..." Evie told us. She took a deep breath and finished the rest of her sentence. "It's Hamunaptra." I looked up at her shocked and so did The Curator.
"My dear girl, don't be ridiculous, we are scholars, not treasure hunters. Hamunaptra is a myth."
"No, it's not. I've been there you fool." I hissed at him.
"Are we talking about the Hamunaptra?" He asked ignoring my comment. No one knows where I was three years ago and I think this is the appropriate time to tell them. If they'll listen.
"Yes. The City of The Dead. Where the early Pharaohs were said to have hidden the wealth of Egypt." Evelyn answered also ignoring my comment.
"Right, right, in a big underground treasure chamber. Everybody knows the story. The entire necropolis was rigged to sink into the sand. On Pharaoh's command, a flick of the switch! And the whole place could disappear beneath the dunes."
"All we know is that the city mysteriously vanished around 2,134 B.C."
"LISTEN TO ME!" I shouted and all three of them looked at me. "Three years ago, I was there!" They all looked at me in disbelief.
"Were you really?" Jonathon asked excitedly.
"You believe me?" I asked.
"Of course…we are family." Evie smiled.
"That's preposterous." The Curator told us. "Oh no!" He shouted as the map went on fire. Jonathon and Evie bent down and began banging on it.
"You've burnt it! You've burnt off the part with the lost city!" Jonathon exclaimed holding up the burned piece of paper.
"It's for the best, I'm sure. Many men have wasted their lives in the foolish pursuit of Hamunaptra, no one has ever found it, most have never returned."
"Then, why am I here?" I smirked.
"Your making it up." He smiled and walked out of the room. I lunged at him but Jonathon held me back.
"Calm yourself horsie." I glanced at him and so did Evie.
"Horsie? What kind of nickname is horsie?" Evie asked as we all walked out of the office.
"I couldn't think of anything at the moment." Jonathon defended himself.
"You never think. If you are still willing to go to Hamunaptra then come with me." I said.
"You know where it is?" Evie asked.
"I've been there."
"Oh yes."
"First we are going to have to get some help from a good friend of mine." I said holding the door for Evie and Jonathon.
"Who?" Evie asked opening her parasol.
"Rick O' Connell." I grinned shielding my eyes from the sunlight.
"Rick?" Jon asked as we walked to the jail.
"Do you know him?" I smirked.
"No." He fibbed.
"Don't lie! I know Rick. Let me guess, he was probably drunk in some bar and you robbed him."
"Yes." He sighed.
"What!" Evie exploded. "You…oh Jonathon."
"Is that bad?" He inquired.
"You know it is. Rick, well, he has a bad temper." I smiled.
"Let's turn around." He cringed as I opened the big jail doors.
If the last name is spelt wrong...blame the bloody internet. I can never spell the last name right.
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