The Might of His Strength, chapter 12
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Title: The Might of His Strength
Fandom: The Mummy series
Rating: Explicit
Chapters: 12/?
Word Count: 1018
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
Summary: Five years after Imhotep’s second defeat, Evy is kidnapped.
The fic on AO3.
Evy stood very still, willing herself to move the knife. But her thoughts went to Alex, and that she would never see him again. She would never hug him, and she wouldn’t see him grow up. It hurt so bad, but at least he would be alive, and he would still have his father and uncle. She would never see Jonathan again either, and she wondered how her brother would cope without her.
She looked at Rick, who was helplessly opening and closing his hands.
“I love you,” she said to him, and then, because she didn’t want to die with things unsaid, she looked at Ardeth whose face seemed to have turned to stone. “I love you too.”
The knife was wickedly sharp; she just needed to apply a little more pressure and it would do the job. But her hand rebelled over her mind and refused to move. Evy suddenly remembered how it had felt when Meela stabbed her; the sickening feeling of the blade going into her body, and the pain. This was so much worse because she had to do it herself. She tried to steel herself, thinking of Alex and how much she wanted him to be safe. But her body still remembered the horror of a knife slicing through her skin and flesh, and she couldn’t help hesitating. Without even thinking about it, she closed her eyes to concentrate. It was a mistake, for at that moment Imhotep moved, faster than a man ought to move, and lunged at her. The knife was wrenched out of her hand and thrown away.
Evy tried to dart after it, but Imhotep swung her around, so she had to face him, his hands on her shoulders. She took a breath, then another one before she could speak again.
“It doesn’t matter. Now that I know, I will find a way; you can’t watch me all the time.” She put a hand on his cheek. “Would it be so bad to leave this time that isn’t yours? If we are bound together in life, perhaps we can remain so in death. If I hold on to you, we can go together into the afterlife.”
“Why would you do that for me?”
“Because you are right, no one deserves the Hom-Dai. Or do you want this existence where the only things you will reap are fear and hate?”
“But, my Queen, I can’t stand the thought of your death.”
“What does it matter if you are dead too?”
Imhotep’s hand covered her’s for a moment, then he touched her throat, and the slight cut suddenly wasn’t there anymore. Evy could even see how the corresponding cut on his throat knitted together and disappeared. Then he touched the wound on her arm, and it was gone too; taking the pain with it. He caressed her hair, a caress that slid down her neck and arm. His hand wrapped around her wrist, and once again the armlet felt hot against her skin. Evy felt a curious sensation, as if he pulled something from her body, leaving her with a sense of relief. Then Imhotep slid it off, balancing it on the palm of his hand. His fist closed around it, and when he opened it again only sharp shards of flint remained.
“The bond is broken.”
Evy’s leg didn’t want to carry her; she would have crumpled to the ground if Imhotep hadn’t held her up. So everything was over then. Imhotep would only need to renew his order to Ardeth, and he would attack Rick again. But even though she knew it was hopeless, Evy couldn’t stop herself from trying again.
“Please,” she said. “Please. You were a great man once. Please be a great man again and save my son. Let us go.”
His grip on her arms tightened painfully. “I don’t know how.”
“Yes, you do. And you are the only one who can do it.”
She could feel him tremble, his entire body tense. A range of emotions, one after the other, flickered in his eyes; pride, anger, fear, and sadness. Evy didn’t dare to breathe. Perhaps everything wasn’t lost after all, but she didn’t dare to hope. Imhotep closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were filled with tenderness.
“If I had been a wise man, I would have loved no one but you.” He turned away, looking at Ardeth instead.
“Ardeth Bey, I release you. You are a free man once more.”
Imhotep spoke in English, perhaps so everyone would understand him, but Evy thought it must be easier for him to not use the language they had cursed him in. He bowed his head and kissed her, and she could taste tears. Once, a long time ago, she had kissed him to distract him, now he kissed her to distract himself. So she kissed him back, though she knew what was coming, and despite everything, the knowledge filled her with dread. Then she heard the hateful sound of steel going through flesh, and Imhotep’s body tensed. Lurching he released her and pushed her away, falling to his knees. Behind him, Ardeth, with eyes ablaze with hate, pulled the dagger out of his body. Evy swallowed a scream, and then Rick was there, hugging her close. Imhotep shifted his eyes to him.
“You must destroy the book, warrior,”
Rick nodded, and then he took a step to the side, still holding Evy close. “You don’t have to look, darling.”
She shook her head. “I do.”
But Imhotep raised his head. “No, Evelyn.”
And she allowed Rick to turn her around, and she burrowed her head at Rick’s chest. But she could still hear Ardeth taking a step forward, and how his dagger made the last strike, and how Imhotep’s body fell to the ground.
Rick caressed her hair, murmuring softly in her ear. “It’s all right, Evy, it’s over now. Everything will be fine.”
But Evy cried desolately into Rick’s chest. Imhotep was gone, and Alex safe, but she knew things were far from fine, and may never be again.
Title: The Might of His Strength
Fandom: The Mummy series
Rating: Explicit
Chapters: 12/?
Word Count: 1018
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
Summary: Five years after Imhotep’s second defeat, Evy is kidnapped.
The fic on AO3.
Evy stood very still, willing herself to move the knife. But her thoughts went to Alex, and that she would never see him again. She would never hug him, and she wouldn’t see him grow up. It hurt so bad, but at least he would be alive, and he would still have his father and uncle. She would never see Jonathan again either, and she wondered how her brother would cope without her.
She looked at Rick, who was helplessly opening and closing his hands.
“I love you,” she said to him, and then, because she didn’t want to die with things unsaid, she looked at Ardeth whose face seemed to have turned to stone. “I love you too.”
The knife was wickedly sharp; she just needed to apply a little more pressure and it would do the job. But her hand rebelled over her mind and refused to move. Evy suddenly remembered how it had felt when Meela stabbed her; the sickening feeling of the blade going into her body, and the pain. This was so much worse because she had to do it herself. She tried to steel herself, thinking of Alex and how much she wanted him to be safe. But her body still remembered the horror of a knife slicing through her skin and flesh, and she couldn’t help hesitating. Without even thinking about it, she closed her eyes to concentrate. It was a mistake, for at that moment Imhotep moved, faster than a man ought to move, and lunged at her. The knife was wrenched out of her hand and thrown away.
Evy tried to dart after it, but Imhotep swung her around, so she had to face him, his hands on her shoulders. She took a breath, then another one before she could speak again.
“It doesn’t matter. Now that I know, I will find a way; you can’t watch me all the time.” She put a hand on his cheek. “Would it be so bad to leave this time that isn’t yours? If we are bound together in life, perhaps we can remain so in death. If I hold on to you, we can go together into the afterlife.”
“Why would you do that for me?”
“Because you are right, no one deserves the Hom-Dai. Or do you want this existence where the only things you will reap are fear and hate?”
“But, my Queen, I can’t stand the thought of your death.”
“What does it matter if you are dead too?”
Imhotep’s hand covered her’s for a moment, then he touched her throat, and the slight cut suddenly wasn’t there anymore. Evy could even see how the corresponding cut on his throat knitted together and disappeared. Then he touched the wound on her arm, and it was gone too; taking the pain with it. He caressed her hair, a caress that slid down her neck and arm. His hand wrapped around her wrist, and once again the armlet felt hot against her skin. Evy felt a curious sensation, as if he pulled something from her body, leaving her with a sense of relief. Then Imhotep slid it off, balancing it on the palm of his hand. His fist closed around it, and when he opened it again only sharp shards of flint remained.
“The bond is broken.”
Evy’s leg didn’t want to carry her; she would have crumpled to the ground if Imhotep hadn’t held her up. So everything was over then. Imhotep would only need to renew his order to Ardeth, and he would attack Rick again. But even though she knew it was hopeless, Evy couldn’t stop herself from trying again.
“Please,” she said. “Please. You were a great man once. Please be a great man again and save my son. Let us go.”
His grip on her arms tightened painfully. “I don’t know how.”
“Yes, you do. And you are the only one who can do it.”
She could feel him tremble, his entire body tense. A range of emotions, one after the other, flickered in his eyes; pride, anger, fear, and sadness. Evy didn’t dare to breathe. Perhaps everything wasn’t lost after all, but she didn’t dare to hope. Imhotep closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were filled with tenderness.
“If I had been a wise man, I would have loved no one but you.” He turned away, looking at Ardeth instead.
“Ardeth Bey, I release you. You are a free man once more.”
Imhotep spoke in English, perhaps so everyone would understand him, but Evy thought it must be easier for him to not use the language they had cursed him in. He bowed his head and kissed her, and she could taste tears. Once, a long time ago, she had kissed him to distract him, now he kissed her to distract himself. So she kissed him back, though she knew what was coming, and despite everything, the knowledge filled her with dread. Then she heard the hateful sound of steel going through flesh, and Imhotep’s body tensed. Lurching he released her and pushed her away, falling to his knees. Behind him, Ardeth, with eyes ablaze with hate, pulled the dagger out of his body. Evy swallowed a scream, and then Rick was there, hugging her close. Imhotep shifted his eyes to him.
“You must destroy the book, warrior,”
Rick nodded, and then he took a step to the side, still holding Evy close. “You don’t have to look, darling.”
She shook her head. “I do.”
But Imhotep raised his head. “No, Evelyn.”
And she allowed Rick to turn her around, and she burrowed her head at Rick’s chest. But she could still hear Ardeth taking a step forward, and how his dagger made the last strike, and how Imhotep’s body fell to the ground.
Rick caressed her hair, murmuring softly in her ear. “It’s all right, Evy, it’s over now. Everything will be fine.”
But Evy cried desolately into Rick’s chest. Imhotep was gone, and Alex safe, but she knew things were far from fine, and may never be again.
