The Might of His Strength, chapter 11
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scripsiTitle: The Might of His Strength
Fandom: The Mummy series
Rating: Explicit
Chapters: 11/?
Word Count: 1084
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, Magical Coercion, Rough sex, Major Character Death- 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.
Evy didn’t sleep that night. She held vigil in the garden, because staying inside made it feel like the walls were closing in on her, and made it hard to breathe. Her thoughts went in circles, round and round as she tried to find a way, any way, to stop Imhotep’s horrifying plan. But the only way out she could see was if Rick killed Imhotep. There was no doubt in her mind that meant she would die too. She didn’t want to die, but if that was the only way to save everyone else, then that was the way it had to be. But the chances were slim; Rick would not only have Imhotep to best, but Ardeth too. And if he learned of the spell which bound her life to Imhotep’s, she didn’t think he could go through with it.
She wondered how long it would be until Rick and Ardeth came. It had sounded like Rick hadn’t been that far away, and she felt more and more certain they would come soon. The likeliest way for them to enter would be through the small door the gardeners used. A mere lock wouldn’t be hard for them to force open. And she was right; not long after, the door opened, and Rick and Ardeth slipped inside.
For a moment Evy forgot all the dangers in her joy of seeing Rick again, and she flew into his arms. He was here; he was with her again, and surely everything must be fine. To have his arms around her again, the feel of his body against her, his scent, Evy clung to him, laughing and crying at the same time. Rick took her face between his hands and kissed her hard, only to pull apart and touch her face, a look of intense worry on his face.
“Evy, darling. Are you all right?”
“Yes, yes. Where is Alex?”
“He is with Jonathan at the house.”
“The house? Our house?”
“Of course. We are only a few miles from Cairo now.”
He hugged her again, but then reality intruded.
“O’Connell,” Ardeth said behind them.
“What?” Rick answered, without looking away from Evy.
“O’Connell, will you please shoot me.”
“What?” Rick said again, but now in surprise. He turned around, and Evy could see Ardeth removing his gun-belt and placing it and the gun on the ground. He then drew his dagger and approached them.
“You have to shoot me, because I’m going to kill you now.”
“Wh-” Rick said, caught himself and added. “That’s not funny, Ardeth. We need to leave now, not play games.”
Evy stepped in front of him, so she was between Rick and the sharp dagger. “It’s not a game. Ardeth’s been cursed by Imhotep and he has to kill you. He has no choice.”
“It’s true,” Ardeth agreed. “But as you see, I don’t have my gun anymore.”
He raised his dagger. “I have only this. Shoot me now, Rick, before I reach you. Then you can kill Imhotep and save Evy.”
Rick drew his gun and looked at it. Then he removed the bullets and threw it into a shrubbery, and took out his own knife.
“If I have to fight you, we are going to do it as equals.”
“Then I’m very sorry, my friend.”
Rick gently pushed Evy aside. She tried to step back; she knew Ardeth wouldn’t do anything to harm her. But a hand closed on her arm and she was pulled away, into the arms of Imhotep. Rick lunged after her, but in that moment Ardeth attacked, and he had to turn back to defend himself. Evy felt it like her heart was being torn to shreds. This fight was not even. Under normal circumstances she would be loath to say who was the best fighter of the two, but now Rick was definitely at a disadvantage. He had spent weeks looking for her, and it was easy to see he was tired, and there was a slight hesitation in his moves which told Evy he found it hard to attack his friend with all his fighting skills behind. But Ardeth was well rested and spell-driven to fight as hard as he could. She struggled in vain against Imhotep’s grip; there was nothing she could do but to watch the fight, knowing that she would be heartbroken regardless of who would win.
And so she watched, heart in her throat with Imhotep’s hand heavy on her shoulder.
Ardeth made another attack, Rick counter-moved, their arms clashed together and Rick’s lost his grip on his knife. It flew through the air, making a glittering trajectory straight at Evy. Imhotep showed her violently to the side, and instead the knife grazed his arm, leaving a long bleeding gash. Evy gasped as pain shot through her arm, and when she looked down, she could see she was bleeding.
Understanding swam slowly in her mind as if through murky water, but her body reacted faster. She dived after the knife, catching it moments before Imhotep reached it. Still kneeling, she pressed the edge against her throat.
Imhotep made a sharp movement with his arm. “Stop!”
Everyone froze; all three men stood still, staring at her. Evy got to her feet, wobbling slightly, and the knife drew blood, and at the same time, a few drops of blood ran down Imhotep’s throat.
“Evy, what are you doing?” Rick asked.
“Ending this. I’m under a spell; if Imhotep dies, so do I. I didn’t realise until now that it works the other way around too.” She looked at Imhotep. “I guess there must be some kind of balance to get the spell to work. Did you really think I wouldn’t figure it out?”
Imhotep didn’t answer her, but the anguish on his face confirmed what the bleeding wounds on their arms had already told her.
“No,” Rick said. “There must be another way. There always is.”
“Not this time. Think of Alex. He must live, nothing else is important. I can’t live to see him, and you, and Jonathan, die.”
Rick just shook his head, his eyes filled with tears.
“She’s right,” Ardeth inserted, but Evy could see his eyes were filled with tears too.
Evy was sweating, her grip on the knife felt slippery, and her mouth dry. She gripped the knife harder, took a deep breath, and her entire body tensed as she prepared herself for the hardest thing she had ever tried to do in her life.
Fandom: The Mummy series
Rating: Explicit
Chapters: 11/?
Word Count: 1084
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, Magical Coercion, Rough sex, Major Character Death- 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.
Evy didn’t sleep that night. She held vigil in the garden, because staying inside made it feel like the walls were closing in on her, and made it hard to breathe. Her thoughts went in circles, round and round as she tried to find a way, any way, to stop Imhotep’s horrifying plan. But the only way out she could see was if Rick killed Imhotep. There was no doubt in her mind that meant she would die too. She didn’t want to die, but if that was the only way to save everyone else, then that was the way it had to be. But the chances were slim; Rick would not only have Imhotep to best, but Ardeth too. And if he learned of the spell which bound her life to Imhotep’s, she didn’t think he could go through with it.
She wondered how long it would be until Rick and Ardeth came. It had sounded like Rick hadn’t been that far away, and she felt more and more certain they would come soon. The likeliest way for them to enter would be through the small door the gardeners used. A mere lock wouldn’t be hard for them to force open. And she was right; not long after, the door opened, and Rick and Ardeth slipped inside.
For a moment Evy forgot all the dangers in her joy of seeing Rick again, and she flew into his arms. He was here; he was with her again, and surely everything must be fine. To have his arms around her again, the feel of his body against her, his scent, Evy clung to him, laughing and crying at the same time. Rick took her face between his hands and kissed her hard, only to pull apart and touch her face, a look of intense worry on his face.
“Evy, darling. Are you all right?”
“Yes, yes. Where is Alex?”
“He is with Jonathan at the house.”
“The house? Our house?”
“Of course. We are only a few miles from Cairo now.”
He hugged her again, but then reality intruded.
“O’Connell,” Ardeth said behind them.
“What?” Rick answered, without looking away from Evy.
“O’Connell, will you please shoot me.”
“What?” Rick said again, but now in surprise. He turned around, and Evy could see Ardeth removing his gun-belt and placing it and the gun on the ground. He then drew his dagger and approached them.
“You have to shoot me, because I’m going to kill you now.”
“Wh-” Rick said, caught himself and added. “That’s not funny, Ardeth. We need to leave now, not play games.”
Evy stepped in front of him, so she was between Rick and the sharp dagger. “It’s not a game. Ardeth’s been cursed by Imhotep and he has to kill you. He has no choice.”
“It’s true,” Ardeth agreed. “But as you see, I don’t have my gun anymore.”
He raised his dagger. “I have only this. Shoot me now, Rick, before I reach you. Then you can kill Imhotep and save Evy.”
Rick drew his gun and looked at it. Then he removed the bullets and threw it into a shrubbery, and took out his own knife.
“If I have to fight you, we are going to do it as equals.”
“Then I’m very sorry, my friend.”
Rick gently pushed Evy aside. She tried to step back; she knew Ardeth wouldn’t do anything to harm her. But a hand closed on her arm and she was pulled away, into the arms of Imhotep. Rick lunged after her, but in that moment Ardeth attacked, and he had to turn back to defend himself. Evy felt it like her heart was being torn to shreds. This fight was not even. Under normal circumstances she would be loath to say who was the best fighter of the two, but now Rick was definitely at a disadvantage. He had spent weeks looking for her, and it was easy to see he was tired, and there was a slight hesitation in his moves which told Evy he found it hard to attack his friend with all his fighting skills behind. But Ardeth was well rested and spell-driven to fight as hard as he could. She struggled in vain against Imhotep’s grip; there was nothing she could do but to watch the fight, knowing that she would be heartbroken regardless of who would win.
And so she watched, heart in her throat with Imhotep’s hand heavy on her shoulder.
Ardeth made another attack, Rick counter-moved, their arms clashed together and Rick’s lost his grip on his knife. It flew through the air, making a glittering trajectory straight at Evy. Imhotep showed her violently to the side, and instead the knife grazed his arm, leaving a long bleeding gash. Evy gasped as pain shot through her arm, and when she looked down, she could see she was bleeding.
Understanding swam slowly in her mind as if through murky water, but her body reacted faster. She dived after the knife, catching it moments before Imhotep reached it. Still kneeling, she pressed the edge against her throat.
Imhotep made a sharp movement with his arm. “Stop!”
Everyone froze; all three men stood still, staring at her. Evy got to her feet, wobbling slightly, and the knife drew blood, and at the same time, a few drops of blood ran down Imhotep’s throat.
“Evy, what are you doing?” Rick asked.
“Ending this. I’m under a spell; if Imhotep dies, so do I. I didn’t realise until now that it works the other way around too.” She looked at Imhotep. “I guess there must be some kind of balance to get the spell to work. Did you really think I wouldn’t figure it out?”
Imhotep didn’t answer her, but the anguish on his face confirmed what the bleeding wounds on their arms had already told her.
“No,” Rick said. “There must be another way. There always is.”
“Not this time. Think of Alex. He must live, nothing else is important. I can’t live to see him, and you, and Jonathan, die.”
Rick just shook his head, his eyes filled with tears.
“She’s right,” Ardeth inserted, but Evy could see his eyes were filled with tears too.
Evy was sweating, her grip on the knife felt slippery, and her mouth dry. She gripped the knife harder, took a deep breath, and her entire body tensed as she prepared herself for the hardest thing she had ever tried to do in her life.
