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The Might of His Strength, chapter 2
Title: The Might of His Strength
Fandom: The Mummy series
Rating: Explicit
Chapters: 2/?
Word Count: 1318
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.
The fic on AO3.
One of the things Evy had learned from her adventures was the ability to sleep soundly, no matter what. This night was no exception, but she woke up early. While she waited for something to happen she stood by her window, watching servants and guards moving on the yard below. She had seen little of the house when she had arrived last night, but now she realised it must be large; more a palace than a house.
A silent servant brought her breakfast, and then there was more waiting until Mr. Smith finally returned, followed by a servant carrying a gown and a basket filled with beauty products and jewelry.
Evy crossed her arms and raised her chin. “Time to gild the sacrificial lamb?”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
Evy suddenly lost her patience despite her precarious situation. “It wasn’t especially hard to figure out that you are going to wake up Imhotep and I’m supposed to be a sacrifice. You aren’t especially original, you know.”
Mr. Smith looked a little irritated. “And by rights, you should be dead several times over. I funded Meela Nais in her search for her lost love, and I found her a remarkable woman. She should be given a new chance.”
“Funny, I only thought she was remarkably unpleasant and got exactly what she deserved.”
Mr. Smith glared at her but left the subject of Meela. “You are to get dressed and make yourself presentable within an hour.”
“And if I refuse?”
“Then I’ll have my guards strip, bathe and clothe you. The result would probably not be as fetching as if you did it yourself, and you will not enjoy it, but it will happen with your cooperation, or not.
Evy snatched the gown from his hand. “Fine. I do it myself.”
The dress was made of white silk in a style that looked like a Hollywood dream of the fashion of ancient Egypt. It was still very pretty, and the jewelry was real Egyptian antiques. Clearly she was meant to die looking gorgeous. Evy shrugged; she could live with that.
Evy was ready when Mr. Smith returned with the perpetually silent guards, and she was brought to a large chamber, well lit by torches. Evy’s eyes went straight to the two biers placed in the middle of the room. They were covered with cloths of gold, but it was not difficult to make out the emaciated bodies underneath, and Evy shuddered.
Mr. Smith looked around the chamber with pride. “What do you think? I spared no expenses.”
Evy managed to tear her eyes away from the biers. The walls and pillars were decorated in the style of an Egyptian temple, glimmering with gold and sparkling colours. It was very opulent, lavish and-
“It’s all wrong! You have mixed, what, three different time periods? Four? It’s a complete mishmash. Horrible! And haven’t you thought at all about the meaning of those hieroglyphs? Cartouches should only be around royal names. They are placed all wrong, too. You didn’t consider consulting a real Egyptologist before you started? Or was that expense something you couldn’t afford?”
Mr. Smith’s face darkened. “Gag and bind her.”
The guards dragged Evy to one of the pillars where her arms were stretched uncomfortably over her head and her hands bound to a metal ring. With the gag in place, Evy was silenced, but she could still think. Mr. Smith might be rich and determined, but she thought he was a dilettante with no real knowledge of what he was doing. And he seemed more interested in Meela than Imhotep. Did he really understand what the high priest was, and what he could do? Evy had a nagging feeling Mr. Smith didn’t have a clue. He definitely didn’t know what had happened in the last chaotic moments before both Imhotep and Meela died.
Mr. Smith, who had watched her with some satisfaction, now spoke to her again. “I have a little surprise for you, Mrs. O’Connell.”
More guards entered the chamber, holding a man bound in chains between them, and Evy found out what Mr. Smith had meant about Ardeth. Her friend looked more dishevelled than she had ever seen him before and his eyes looked wild, and when he saw Evy he made a desperate attempt to break free to no avail. He was forced to kneel, and the guards chained his hands to the floor so he could not stand up.
Evy’s heart sank at the sight and her dismay must have shown as Mr. Smith looked even more pleased.
“Your husband, predictably, sent a message to his old friend when he found you missing. I took the precaution to make sure it reached Ardeth Bay in a timely fashion. And your Medjai warrior was so distracted by the news he walked straight into a trap of my own devising before he knew what happened. You have a strange attraction to men, Mrs. O’Connell to make them behave so foolishly. Now you will both know he will die tonight because of you.”
Evy felt an unfamiliar stab of hopelessness. With Rick and Jonathan looking for her in the wrong places, and Ardeth as helpless and she was, there was no one left to come to the rescue. She had always been saved at the last minute, but what was there to do when there was no one left to do the saving? A sob rose in her throat, but then she resolutely swallowed it down. She wasn’t dead yet, and a lot could happen before that. As long as she didn’t have a knife buried in her chest, she would not submit to despair.
Four men entered the room from a doorway on the opposite side of the room, carrying a familiar canopic chest with them. They all looked like the average Egyptian worker, and Evy guessed they didn’t know what was really happening. Probably paid to open the ancient chest and then to carry it into this chamber without knowing what it meant, or that they would soon be dead. Their surprised yells when they were seized and bound told Evy she had guessed correctly.
Mr. Smith went to one of the biers and removed the cloth, revealing the horrifying remains of Imhotep. He then proceeded to ceremoniously open a book Evy recognised as well. He read slowly, mispronouncing so many words Evy hoped he would mangle the ceremony so much he wouldn’t be able to make the spell work. But she hoped in vain. The corpse stirred and then rose. Evy had dreamt nightmares of Imhotep being resurrected; now she had to live through it again. And despite having seen it before, the horror wasn’t diminished. Imhotep screamed, a sound more from pain than in joy of being awake again, and he lurched up, turning menacingly towards the man who had awakened him. Mr. Smith spoke quickly, his voice trembling, and to Evy’s profound disappointment Imhotep didn’t attack him. Guided by Mr. Smith, Imhotep turned to the bound men instead.
Evy closed her eyes when he reached them. She still had to endure their terrified screams, but she didn’t need to watch as Imhotep drained them of life. They had family and friends too who loved them; people who would never know what happened to them.
Then there was a sudden silence, Ardeth made a sharp intake of breath, and Evy looked up. There, at the other side of the chamber, Imhotep was standing with his back to her, but then he turned, and, even if she knew him, she felt a slight shock at seeing him restored to vigorous health again. Once, when she first saw him whole, her unbidden reaction was to find him gorgeous. Even more unwanted now she could not help thinking the same.
Then their eyes met, and from across the room she heard his voice;
“My princess.”
Fandom: The Mummy series
Rating: Explicit
Chapters: 2/?
Word Count: 1318
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.
The fic on AO3.
One of the things Evy had learned from her adventures was the ability to sleep soundly, no matter what. This night was no exception, but she woke up early. While she waited for something to happen she stood by her window, watching servants and guards moving on the yard below. She had seen little of the house when she had arrived last night, but now she realised it must be large; more a palace than a house.
A silent servant brought her breakfast, and then there was more waiting until Mr. Smith finally returned, followed by a servant carrying a gown and a basket filled with beauty products and jewelry.
Evy crossed her arms and raised her chin. “Time to gild the sacrificial lamb?”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
Evy suddenly lost her patience despite her precarious situation. “It wasn’t especially hard to figure out that you are going to wake up Imhotep and I’m supposed to be a sacrifice. You aren’t especially original, you know.”
Mr. Smith looked a little irritated. “And by rights, you should be dead several times over. I funded Meela Nais in her search for her lost love, and I found her a remarkable woman. She should be given a new chance.”
“Funny, I only thought she was remarkably unpleasant and got exactly what she deserved.”
Mr. Smith glared at her but left the subject of Meela. “You are to get dressed and make yourself presentable within an hour.”
“And if I refuse?”
“Then I’ll have my guards strip, bathe and clothe you. The result would probably not be as fetching as if you did it yourself, and you will not enjoy it, but it will happen with your cooperation, or not.
Evy snatched the gown from his hand. “Fine. I do it myself.”
The dress was made of white silk in a style that looked like a Hollywood dream of the fashion of ancient Egypt. It was still very pretty, and the jewelry was real Egyptian antiques. Clearly she was meant to die looking gorgeous. Evy shrugged; she could live with that.
Evy was ready when Mr. Smith returned with the perpetually silent guards, and she was brought to a large chamber, well lit by torches. Evy’s eyes went straight to the two biers placed in the middle of the room. They were covered with cloths of gold, but it was not difficult to make out the emaciated bodies underneath, and Evy shuddered.
Mr. Smith looked around the chamber with pride. “What do you think? I spared no expenses.”
Evy managed to tear her eyes away from the biers. The walls and pillars were decorated in the style of an Egyptian temple, glimmering with gold and sparkling colours. It was very opulent, lavish and-
“It’s all wrong! You have mixed, what, three different time periods? Four? It’s a complete mishmash. Horrible! And haven’t you thought at all about the meaning of those hieroglyphs? Cartouches should only be around royal names. They are placed all wrong, too. You didn’t consider consulting a real Egyptologist before you started? Or was that expense something you couldn’t afford?”
Mr. Smith’s face darkened. “Gag and bind her.”
The guards dragged Evy to one of the pillars where her arms were stretched uncomfortably over her head and her hands bound to a metal ring. With the gag in place, Evy was silenced, but she could still think. Mr. Smith might be rich and determined, but she thought he was a dilettante with no real knowledge of what he was doing. And he seemed more interested in Meela than Imhotep. Did he really understand what the high priest was, and what he could do? Evy had a nagging feeling Mr. Smith didn’t have a clue. He definitely didn’t know what had happened in the last chaotic moments before both Imhotep and Meela died.
Mr. Smith, who had watched her with some satisfaction, now spoke to her again. “I have a little surprise for you, Mrs. O’Connell.”
More guards entered the chamber, holding a man bound in chains between them, and Evy found out what Mr. Smith had meant about Ardeth. Her friend looked more dishevelled than she had ever seen him before and his eyes looked wild, and when he saw Evy he made a desperate attempt to break free to no avail. He was forced to kneel, and the guards chained his hands to the floor so he could not stand up.
Evy’s heart sank at the sight and her dismay must have shown as Mr. Smith looked even more pleased.
“Your husband, predictably, sent a message to his old friend when he found you missing. I took the precaution to make sure it reached Ardeth Bay in a timely fashion. And your Medjai warrior was so distracted by the news he walked straight into a trap of my own devising before he knew what happened. You have a strange attraction to men, Mrs. O’Connell to make them behave so foolishly. Now you will both know he will die tonight because of you.”
Evy felt an unfamiliar stab of hopelessness. With Rick and Jonathan looking for her in the wrong places, and Ardeth as helpless and she was, there was no one left to come to the rescue. She had always been saved at the last minute, but what was there to do when there was no one left to do the saving? A sob rose in her throat, but then she resolutely swallowed it down. She wasn’t dead yet, and a lot could happen before that. As long as she didn’t have a knife buried in her chest, she would not submit to despair.
Four men entered the room from a doorway on the opposite side of the room, carrying a familiar canopic chest with them. They all looked like the average Egyptian worker, and Evy guessed they didn’t know what was really happening. Probably paid to open the ancient chest and then to carry it into this chamber without knowing what it meant, or that they would soon be dead. Their surprised yells when they were seized and bound told Evy she had guessed correctly.
Mr. Smith went to one of the biers and removed the cloth, revealing the horrifying remains of Imhotep. He then proceeded to ceremoniously open a book Evy recognised as well. He read slowly, mispronouncing so many words Evy hoped he would mangle the ceremony so much he wouldn’t be able to make the spell work. But she hoped in vain. The corpse stirred and then rose. Evy had dreamt nightmares of Imhotep being resurrected; now she had to live through it again. And despite having seen it before, the horror wasn’t diminished. Imhotep screamed, a sound more from pain than in joy of being awake again, and he lurched up, turning menacingly towards the man who had awakened him. Mr. Smith spoke quickly, his voice trembling, and to Evy’s profound disappointment Imhotep didn’t attack him. Guided by Mr. Smith, Imhotep turned to the bound men instead.
Evy closed her eyes when he reached them. She still had to endure their terrified screams, but she didn’t need to watch as Imhotep drained them of life. They had family and friends too who loved them; people who would never know what happened to them.
Then there was a sudden silence, Ardeth made a sharp intake of breath, and Evy looked up. There, at the other side of the chamber, Imhotep was standing with his back to her, but then he turned, and, even if she knew him, she felt a slight shock at seeing him restored to vigorous health again. Once, when she first saw him whole, her unbidden reaction was to find him gorgeous. Even more unwanted now she could not help thinking the same.
Then their eyes met, and from across the room she heard his voice;
“My princess.”