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The Might of His Strength, chapter 1
I’ve been writing fic! Just what I needed- another WIP. I think, after Chocolate Box, I will need to concentrate on those pesky WIP’s languishing at the back of my AO3 account. With this, I have five...
Title: The Might of His Strength
Fandom: The Mummy series
Rating: Explicit
Chapters: 1/?
Word Count: 1021
Characters: Evelyn Carnahan O’Connell, Imhotep, Ardeth Bay, Rick O’Connell
Pairings Evelyn Carnahan O’Connell/ Imhotep, Evelyn Carnahan O’Connell/Imhotep/Ardeth Bay, Evelyn Carnahan O’Connell/ Rick O’Connell
Warnings: abduction, non-con- tags are likely to be expanded as the fic continues.
Summary: Five years after Imhotep’s second defeat, Evy is kidnapped.
AN: This fic was meant to be a Yuletide treat, but grew too long, and perhaps not completely within the wishlist of the recipient.
The title is a paraphrase of a line in Book of the Dead:
The might of my strength is within my hand, I am not known by you, but I am he who knows you. I cannot be held in the hand, but I am he who can hold you in his hand.
The fic on AO3.
The kidnappers came when Evie was home alone. Rick had departed for the weekend for a fishing trip in Scotland, accompanied by Alex, who had moaned about it because he was thirteen, and Jonathan who moaned because he was, well, Jonathan. Evy had enjoyed a whole day of luxurious solitude, and danger was very far from her mind. Life had been rather calm the past few years, after all. Rick phoned in the early evening to say they had arrived safely and see you on Monday, and everyone sent kisses. Evy put down the receiver, smiling, and then someone grabbed her from behind, and before she had time to react the world went black.
She woke up on a narrow bed in a small room. After a minute or two she realised she was in a cabin on a ship which was moving. She sat up, gingerly touching a tender bump on her head. Apart from a headache, she didn’t seem to be injured. The cabin was very tiny, there was not even a porthole, and no other furniture than her bunk, and a table and a chair bolted to the floor. On the floor stood one of her suitcases, and when Evy opened it, she found a few toiletries and clothes tossed into it. The only comfort was a minuscule lavatory. The door out was, of course, locked. Evy hammered on it and yelled, with no result, and when she tried to pry open the lock, but without success. After that, there was nothing else to do but to wait. After a fairly long time, the door opened and two men appeared. One of them was carrying a tray with food and drink he placed on the table. the other hand pointed a gun at her. None of them answered her questions or said anything else.
The next days were dreary. Evy was scared and worried about her family, but the monotony of her imprisonment soon took the edge of her fear. Three times, at what she supposed was a day, they gave her food, which was neither particularly pleasant nor foul. Most likely she ate the same food as the crew. The guards never spoke to her, no matter what she said.
“You could at least give me something to read” Evy screamed the fourth time her door was unlocked, but the guards only looked at her blankly, and did not respond.
With nothing else to occupy her mind, she thought of what would happen to her. There was, she felt, only one place they were going; Egypt. It was always Egypt, wasn’t it? Besides, the guards seemed to be an even mix of white men and men who looked Egyptian to her. Most likely, she decided, some of Imhotep’s minions who still held a grudge had kidnapped her. But why they hadn’t just killed her, she could not answer. Instead, they had come for her when no one would miss her for days, and when Rick and Jonathan were far away.
Time dragged on, day after day passed, and Evy passed the hours the best she could. She broke all her hairpins when she tried to pick her lock, and then she destroyed her forks for the same purpose. The only thing she achieved was to have her fork privileges revoked and had to eat with a spoon instead. She rearranged the chaos in her suitcases and found a forgotten traveling brochure, which she memorized, then she used it to make paper glides and arranged tournaments for them. She recited every poem and sang every song she knew, and she continued to talk with her guards, even if they never answered her. And she carefully washed her underwear and stockings in the small sink. It was all terribly dull and Evy felt she would be happy if anything happened, even if it was something dreadful, to break the monotony.
Then, after about a fortnight, something finally happened. Still, without being spoken to, and still by gunpoint, she was brought up on deck. It was night, and Evy didn’t need to do more than look at the starry sky and take a deep breath to know she had predicted her destination correctly. It was Egypt, her second homeland, and despite her dreary situation, she felt a jolt a gladness of being back.
But she wasn’t given much time to enjoy the fresh air. She was brought ashore and bundled into the back of a truck, and taken to a long and very bumpy ride. Then, after an eternity the truck finally stopped, the door opened, and Evy found herself in a walled courtyard. There she was met by a spare middle-aged man who presented himself as Mr. Smith, a small smile only answered Evy’s torrents of questions. A nasty smile, Evy thought; not one which boded well for her.
“My husband and my friends are looking for me, and when they find me, you’ll be sorry.”
“Oh, I have it on good authority Mr. O’Connell is leaving to stone unturned in his search for you. Unfortunately, he thinks you are in London, and by the time he realizes you are not there, it will be too late. As for your friend Ardeth Bay, well, he will not come for your aid either.”
“Well, what? What has happened to Ardeth?”
But Mr. Smith only said she would find out tomorrow; for now, she needed her rest.
The room Evy was brought to was, at least, better than the cabin. It was a little larger and had a window opening out to the courtyard to provide fresh air, albeit with heavy bars to prevent any escape. There was also a bathroom with a sizeable bathtub, and enough hot water for a long, and much-appreciated bath. There was also a very good cup of tea accompanied by sandwiches which were a vast improvement over the food on the ship.
Evy stood for a long time at the window, looking at the night sky and wondering what the next day would bring. Whatever it was, it could not be something good.
Title: The Might of His Strength
Fandom: The Mummy series
Rating: Explicit
Chapters: 1/?
Word Count: 1021
Characters: Evelyn Carnahan O’Connell, Imhotep, Ardeth Bay, Rick O’Connell
Pairings Evelyn Carnahan O’Connell/ Imhotep, Evelyn Carnahan O’Connell/Imhotep/Ardeth Bay, Evelyn Carnahan O’Connell/ Rick O’Connell
Warnings: abduction, non-con- tags are likely to be expanded as the fic continues.
Summary: Five years after Imhotep’s second defeat, Evy is kidnapped.
AN: This fic was meant to be a Yuletide treat, but grew too long, and perhaps not completely within the wishlist of the recipient.
The title is a paraphrase of a line in Book of the Dead:
The might of my strength is within my hand, I am not known by you, but I am he who knows you. I cannot be held in the hand, but I am he who can hold you in his hand.
The fic on AO3.
The kidnappers came when Evie was home alone. Rick had departed for the weekend for a fishing trip in Scotland, accompanied by Alex, who had moaned about it because he was thirteen, and Jonathan who moaned because he was, well, Jonathan. Evy had enjoyed a whole day of luxurious solitude, and danger was very far from her mind. Life had been rather calm the past few years, after all. Rick phoned in the early evening to say they had arrived safely and see you on Monday, and everyone sent kisses. Evy put down the receiver, smiling, and then someone grabbed her from behind, and before she had time to react the world went black.
She woke up on a narrow bed in a small room. After a minute or two she realised she was in a cabin on a ship which was moving. She sat up, gingerly touching a tender bump on her head. Apart from a headache, she didn’t seem to be injured. The cabin was very tiny, there was not even a porthole, and no other furniture than her bunk, and a table and a chair bolted to the floor. On the floor stood one of her suitcases, and when Evy opened it, she found a few toiletries and clothes tossed into it. The only comfort was a minuscule lavatory. The door out was, of course, locked. Evy hammered on it and yelled, with no result, and when she tried to pry open the lock, but without success. After that, there was nothing else to do but to wait. After a fairly long time, the door opened and two men appeared. One of them was carrying a tray with food and drink he placed on the table. the other hand pointed a gun at her. None of them answered her questions or said anything else.
The next days were dreary. Evy was scared and worried about her family, but the monotony of her imprisonment soon took the edge of her fear. Three times, at what she supposed was a day, they gave her food, which was neither particularly pleasant nor foul. Most likely she ate the same food as the crew. The guards never spoke to her, no matter what she said.
“You could at least give me something to read” Evy screamed the fourth time her door was unlocked, but the guards only looked at her blankly, and did not respond.
With nothing else to occupy her mind, she thought of what would happen to her. There was, she felt, only one place they were going; Egypt. It was always Egypt, wasn’t it? Besides, the guards seemed to be an even mix of white men and men who looked Egyptian to her. Most likely, she decided, some of Imhotep’s minions who still held a grudge had kidnapped her. But why they hadn’t just killed her, she could not answer. Instead, they had come for her when no one would miss her for days, and when Rick and Jonathan were far away.
Time dragged on, day after day passed, and Evy passed the hours the best she could. She broke all her hairpins when she tried to pick her lock, and then she destroyed her forks for the same purpose. The only thing she achieved was to have her fork privileges revoked and had to eat with a spoon instead. She rearranged the chaos in her suitcases and found a forgotten traveling brochure, which she memorized, then she used it to make paper glides and arranged tournaments for them. She recited every poem and sang every song she knew, and she continued to talk with her guards, even if they never answered her. And she carefully washed her underwear and stockings in the small sink. It was all terribly dull and Evy felt she would be happy if anything happened, even if it was something dreadful, to break the monotony.
Then, after about a fortnight, something finally happened. Still, without being spoken to, and still by gunpoint, she was brought up on deck. It was night, and Evy didn’t need to do more than look at the starry sky and take a deep breath to know she had predicted her destination correctly. It was Egypt, her second homeland, and despite her dreary situation, she felt a jolt a gladness of being back.
But she wasn’t given much time to enjoy the fresh air. She was brought ashore and bundled into the back of a truck, and taken to a long and very bumpy ride. Then, after an eternity the truck finally stopped, the door opened, and Evy found herself in a walled courtyard. There she was met by a spare middle-aged man who presented himself as Mr. Smith, a small smile only answered Evy’s torrents of questions. A nasty smile, Evy thought; not one which boded well for her.
“My husband and my friends are looking for me, and when they find me, you’ll be sorry.”
“Oh, I have it on good authority Mr. O’Connell is leaving to stone unturned in his search for you. Unfortunately, he thinks you are in London, and by the time he realizes you are not there, it will be too late. As for your friend Ardeth Bay, well, he will not come for your aid either.”
“Well, what? What has happened to Ardeth?”
But Mr. Smith only said she would find out tomorrow; for now, she needed her rest.
The room Evy was brought to was, at least, better than the cabin. It was a little larger and had a window opening out to the courtyard to provide fresh air, albeit with heavy bars to prevent any escape. There was also a bathroom with a sizeable bathtub, and enough hot water for a long, and much-appreciated bath. There was also a very good cup of tea accompanied by sandwiches which were a vast improvement over the food on the ship.
Evy stood for a long time at the window, looking at the night sky and wondering what the next day would bring. Whatever it was, it could not be something good.