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Posted by Black Adam (Blue Beetle)
on 8/30/2008, 10:47 pm
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I can feel the desert winds blow the tiny grains of sand which make it up against it my face. I do not flinch, I hardly notice them- they are insignificant to me now. I press my hand against the stone brick; it took me seven days to build the structure, seven days to build the monument to family; my wife, Shiruta whose beauty will never be equaled in a thousand years. He took her from me along with my sons, Gon, and Hurut they would have been champions like their father but now all that is left of their memory and my legacy is this stone tomb. I feel the building shake, my hand has left an imprint on the stone almost shattering it. My family was slaughtered, and even with the powers of the gods which I possess I could not save them.
The desert is cold at night; I look up at the moon it is as bright as the afternoon sun in the clear sky. I brought their murder to justice, a being called Ahk-ton, he possessed the powers of the elements and I possessed the powers of the gods. I won. I watched as the creature died at my feet calling out for mercy, I showed him none.
I am the last of my people, a nomad whose home has been destroyed. I have nothing left except for the powers that the Wizard granted me, he thought I was a champion of the righteous, of the just, he was wrong. I am no champion, I am a failure. Khufu and Nabu tried to help me, give me a home and cause; they failed. It has been four years since I have been back here, four years my homeland has been turmoil, tribes war amongst themselves, they kill each other in cold blood, not for revenge or justice. I have come back here to right that. I will show my people the way. Four years I have yearned to be with you again my love, to hear your voice whisper in my year. I have seen many things, visited many places and now I am ready.
"I will be with you again my love...”
"Come the tomb is this way." The fire from the torch dances to a beat that none can hear it shimmers catching the shadows in a crack the shape of a hand on one of the stone walls. The two men have been hired by westerners with money and jewels to show them this once sacred place. They have spent the last week bearing the brunt of the harshest sandstorm either can remember. The man carrying the torch glances to his friend, and brother.
"Are you sure this is safe Javen..." The second man asks in a tribal tongue, a language spoken amongst their tribe since it was formed. Legend says it was once the language spoken by the original occupants of the land before their numbers were but a handful.
"They have already paid; it is our duty to show them Bade." The torchbearer says nothing else as the two lead the three men through the passage ways which haven't been touched in over five thousands years. The tomb is immaculate, gold and silver line three caskets, two are smaller; they must have been for children, while an adult sized casket sits in the middle.
"Spread out!" The westerner shouts to the two men which he had brought with him. Javen and Bade watch as the packs the westerners had carried drop the floor, computers and other expensive looking devices begin to clutter the tomb. "I want a lock on the item that we came for."
His words are stern and forceful with a sense of urgency that is unsettling to his guides. In all of the excitement of finally locating his objective he had almost forgotten about them. He strokes his midnight black goatee that runs over his mouth as he begins to walk towards them. They are nervous; he can tell that, this place was after all once considered to be sacred, like a church or something.
"Gentlemen on behalf of my employers I would like to thank you for helping us. Without you none of this would be possible." He grins; neither speaks English and have no understanding of the words coming out of his mouth. "But unfortunately while my journey is just beginning yours must come to an end..."
Neither man hears the Westerners accomplices creep up behind them; they do however feel the knives that pierce their spinal cords. The men try to scream out but their screams are never realized as another slash is made across the throat of each severing their vocal cords.
"Save as much of the blood as you can, we're going to need it for the next phase. And get that satellite phone up; our bosses in Metropolis are going to be very pleased. Intergang can finally make its presence known in Khandaq."
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