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The Might of His Strength, chapter 3
Title: The Might of His Strength
Fandom: The Mummy series
Rating: Explicit
Chapters: 3/?
Word Count: 1064
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, violence- 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.
Imhotep walked towards Evy, only to pause and frown at Mr. Smith, who rather anxiously was hovering at his elbow with a black cloak. Imhotep allowed himself to be robed, and Mr. Smith looked relieved. Evy, despite her situation, felt a small malicious joy that the man found the sight of ancient naked Egyptians disconcerting. But then Imhotep reached her, and she forgot everything else in a wave of fear, and a sense of strange awe.
Somehow Imhotep fully resurrected seemed so much more alive than anyone else in the room, and when he focused on Evy, it felt like the world only contained the two of them. She pressed her back against the pillar as her body tried to escape, ignoring the fact it was impossible to do. He ran his finger up her bare hands, and she shivered. The rope around her wrists grew slacker, even if she was still bound, but the strain of her arms and shoulder lessened. Then he removed the gag, and Evy spoke despite her dry mouth.
“I will not beg.”
He smiled at her. “I would not expect you to.”
Then he turned to look at Ardeth, and Evy could breathe a little easier, only to tense up again as his attention was now on the chained man. Ardeth straightened as much as he could and looked as regal as Imhotep, who slightly bent his head slightly in greeting.
“Medjai.”
“Creature.”
“It suits you to kneel in front of me.”
Mr. Smith presented Imhotep with a dagger, but if he thought Imhotep would slay Ardeth then and there, he didn’t get his wish. Imhotep took the knife but merely asked.
“Where is her other warrior?”
After a pause, when Mr. Smith struggled to form the correct words, he managed a reply. “He is far away, searching for his wife where they live.”
“You have left him alive? An unwise decision.”
“A cowardly decision.” Evy spat out. “He didn’t dare to attack me until Rick was far away.”
Mr. Smith tried to answer, but Imhotep ignored him and walked to Meela’s bier instead. For a moment he thoughtfully regarded it before he removed the fabric to reveal the body underneath. To Evy, Meela looked even more horrible than Imhotep had. She had seen many mummies, both artfully preserved or just dried out in desert sand, but she had never seen one dressed in the remnants of modern clothing before, and somehow this made it so much worse.
Imhotep raised the dagger and started to chant. At first, nothing happened, then Meela stirred, then sat up, turning her face towards Evy. Ruined as it was, still held the vestiges of beauty, with long black hair clinging to the scalp. The mouth curved into a horrendous parody of a smile, and then she stood up and walked towards Evy with Imhotep close behind. Meela swayed and lurched, and despite her ravaged features, Evy could still see malicious glee in it.
Evy wanted to look away, too close off even this horror, but she willed herself to stare at her death as it approached her. She knew what was coming next. There would be pain when the knife went into her body, but first, the sound would come. The sickening grating of steel cutting through skin and flesh, and only then the pain would come and the shock of knowing it was your body which had been pierced, your death which was coming. Evy remembered it too well, having lived through it in countless nightmares since Meela had killed her in Ahm Shere.
But when the sound came, Meela and Imhotep were still several steps from her. Meela suddenly froze, her mouth opening in surprise as Imhotep plunged the dagger into her back. When Imhotep pulled out the dagger, she fell to her knees, and to Evy’s complete surprise he slit Meel’s throat with such force he nearly severed her head.
“You will betray me no more.”
There was no emotion in his voice, but when he looked at Evy, she could see his eyes were filled with unshed tears.
“Why did he do that?” Mr. Smith screamed in English. “He can’t do that!”
Evy fought a strange urge to laugh. “It didn’t go so well, did it? You should have done your research better. He sacrificed everything for her, and she left him to die. I don’t think he forgave her.”
The ropes around her wrists suddenly loosened, and Evy, unprepared, should have fallen if Imhotep hand’ caught her. She tried to wrench out of his arms, but the embrace was too tight, and she was forced to look up at him.
“You possess wisdom and beauty, Princess. Your heart is true, and I chose you to be my consort.”
“My heart doesn’t belong to you.”
“Not yet.”
“No!” Mr. Smith interrupted. “She’s supposed to die. You can’t-”
Imhotep flung out an arm, and Mr. Smith was suddenly elevated in the air, his feet dangling several feet above the floor.
“What say you, my wise Princess. Who is this man to me? Does he think he can dictate my actions?”
“I believe so. He is a fool.”
“I thought so.”
For a moment or two, Mr. Smith hung in the air, too surprised to speak, and then, with a tiny flick of Imhotep’s hand, his head twisted sharply to the side and he crumpled on the floor with his neck broken. The guards raised their weapons, but Imhotep only made another gesture, and they, as one man, sank down on one knee in front of him.
Despite all the horror and death around her, a tiny part of Evy’s brain couldn’t help notice that the spell of thralldom Imhotep had cast over the guards included an understanding of ancient Egyptian. Imhotep, still with an arm around her, addressed the kneeling men.
“This woman is now your Queen. Give her the best room in this house, and everything she wishes.” Imhotep gave Evy an amused glance, and added, “Except letting her leave her quarters.”
“And what about Ardeth? What are you going to do to him?”
“His life is important to you?”
“Yes.”
“Very well; he will live. And now you will rest, and I will come to you later.”
And with those words, Evy was handed over to two of the guards to be taken to her new prison.
Fandom: The Mummy series
Rating: Explicit
Chapters: 3/?
Word Count: 1064
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, violence- 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.
Imhotep walked towards Evy, only to pause and frown at Mr. Smith, who rather anxiously was hovering at his elbow with a black cloak. Imhotep allowed himself to be robed, and Mr. Smith looked relieved. Evy, despite her situation, felt a small malicious joy that the man found the sight of ancient naked Egyptians disconcerting. But then Imhotep reached her, and she forgot everything else in a wave of fear, and a sense of strange awe.
Somehow Imhotep fully resurrected seemed so much more alive than anyone else in the room, and when he focused on Evy, it felt like the world only contained the two of them. She pressed her back against the pillar as her body tried to escape, ignoring the fact it was impossible to do. He ran his finger up her bare hands, and she shivered. The rope around her wrists grew slacker, even if she was still bound, but the strain of her arms and shoulder lessened. Then he removed the gag, and Evy spoke despite her dry mouth.
“I will not beg.”
He smiled at her. “I would not expect you to.”
Then he turned to look at Ardeth, and Evy could breathe a little easier, only to tense up again as his attention was now on the chained man. Ardeth straightened as much as he could and looked as regal as Imhotep, who slightly bent his head slightly in greeting.
“Medjai.”
“Creature.”
“It suits you to kneel in front of me.”
Mr. Smith presented Imhotep with a dagger, but if he thought Imhotep would slay Ardeth then and there, he didn’t get his wish. Imhotep took the knife but merely asked.
“Where is her other warrior?”
After a pause, when Mr. Smith struggled to form the correct words, he managed a reply. “He is far away, searching for his wife where they live.”
“You have left him alive? An unwise decision.”
“A cowardly decision.” Evy spat out. “He didn’t dare to attack me until Rick was far away.”
Mr. Smith tried to answer, but Imhotep ignored him and walked to Meela’s bier instead. For a moment he thoughtfully regarded it before he removed the fabric to reveal the body underneath. To Evy, Meela looked even more horrible than Imhotep had. She had seen many mummies, both artfully preserved or just dried out in desert sand, but she had never seen one dressed in the remnants of modern clothing before, and somehow this made it so much worse.
Imhotep raised the dagger and started to chant. At first, nothing happened, then Meela stirred, then sat up, turning her face towards Evy. Ruined as it was, still held the vestiges of beauty, with long black hair clinging to the scalp. The mouth curved into a horrendous parody of a smile, and then she stood up and walked towards Evy with Imhotep close behind. Meela swayed and lurched, and despite her ravaged features, Evy could still see malicious glee in it.
Evy wanted to look away, too close off even this horror, but she willed herself to stare at her death as it approached her. She knew what was coming next. There would be pain when the knife went into her body, but first, the sound would come. The sickening grating of steel cutting through skin and flesh, and only then the pain would come and the shock of knowing it was your body which had been pierced, your death which was coming. Evy remembered it too well, having lived through it in countless nightmares since Meela had killed her in Ahm Shere.
But when the sound came, Meela and Imhotep were still several steps from her. Meela suddenly froze, her mouth opening in surprise as Imhotep plunged the dagger into her back. When Imhotep pulled out the dagger, she fell to her knees, and to Evy’s complete surprise he slit Meel’s throat with such force he nearly severed her head.
“You will betray me no more.”
There was no emotion in his voice, but when he looked at Evy, she could see his eyes were filled with unshed tears.
“Why did he do that?” Mr. Smith screamed in English. “He can’t do that!”
Evy fought a strange urge to laugh. “It didn’t go so well, did it? You should have done your research better. He sacrificed everything for her, and she left him to die. I don’t think he forgave her.”
The ropes around her wrists suddenly loosened, and Evy, unprepared, should have fallen if Imhotep hand’ caught her. She tried to wrench out of his arms, but the embrace was too tight, and she was forced to look up at him.
“You possess wisdom and beauty, Princess. Your heart is true, and I chose you to be my consort.”
“My heart doesn’t belong to you.”
“Not yet.”
“No!” Mr. Smith interrupted. “She’s supposed to die. You can’t-”
Imhotep flung out an arm, and Mr. Smith was suddenly elevated in the air, his feet dangling several feet above the floor.
“What say you, my wise Princess. Who is this man to me? Does he think he can dictate my actions?”
“I believe so. He is a fool.”
“I thought so.”
For a moment or two, Mr. Smith hung in the air, too surprised to speak, and then, with a tiny flick of Imhotep’s hand, his head twisted sharply to the side and he crumpled on the floor with his neck broken. The guards raised their weapons, but Imhotep only made another gesture, and they, as one man, sank down on one knee in front of him.
Despite all the horror and death around her, a tiny part of Evy’s brain couldn’t help notice that the spell of thralldom Imhotep had cast over the guards included an understanding of ancient Egyptian. Imhotep, still with an arm around her, addressed the kneeling men.
“This woman is now your Queen. Give her the best room in this house, and everything she wishes.” Imhotep gave Evy an amused glance, and added, “Except letting her leave her quarters.”
“And what about Ardeth? What are you going to do to him?”
“His life is important to you?”
“Yes.”
“Very well; he will live. And now you will rest, and I will come to you later.”
And with those words, Evy was handed over to two of the guards to be taken to her new prison.