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Posted by Moon Knight
on 11/1/2008, 6:31 am, in reply to "Darkside of the Moon: Prelude (What If?)"
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-Egypt ~ Several Years Ago-
“Be careful with that Marlene.”
The young girl looked up at her father her face covered in a mat from the mixture of sweat and sand as she removed the remaining block from the hidden door they had discovered. “Come on dad this isn’t the first time I’ve done this you know.”
“I know dear its just this may well be my most important find since I’ve been in country. I can’t risk anything.” Dr. Alraune wiped the sweat from his eyes with a handkerchief then pulled out a flash light and shown in down the dark corridor.
Marlene saw the carving on the walls. The hieroglyphics indicated there was a dreaded curse to those that entered. “Be careful dad.”
“Come now Marlene. It’s the same blabbering that all these tombs are lined with. I’ve yet to see anything harmful come to fruition.” Dr. Alraune shook his head. “If it makes you feel more comfortable you’re more than welcome to come and watch my back so to speak.”
Marlene smiled at her father nodding her agreement. As he descended into the darkness that his flashlight penetrated she paused to inspect the hieroglyph that showed a man wearing a hawk shaped mask. Around his neck hung a crescent moon. Below was a line of other images.
“Chonsu-pa-âri-sekher-em-Uas-t. Khonsu of Thebes. The Maker of men’s destinies.” Marlene read them aloud then as she translated her voice turned to a whisper. Hurriedly turned her flashlight on her father’s back as he continued forward. “Hey dad wait for me.”
-Nearby-
“Here take a look.” Marc Spector handed the dusty binoculars across to his companion who lay beside him on the sand dune. “What do you think that is?”
Raoul Bushman watched through the binoculars then turned to look at Marc with a smile. “I think its payday.”
Jean-Paul DuChamp crawled up beside them. “I don’t know about this. There are a lot of people down there.”
“Relax Frenchie. It’s a dig. They’re just archy’s and students. No one down there is going to put up a fight when they’ve got a gun in their face.” Marc crawled back enough to be completely out of sight then slid down the dune.
“I don’t like this at all.”
“Listen up DuChamp. I call the shots here, you don’t want in on this you don’t want in on any of the spoils.” Bushman grabbed Frenchie by his shirt. “Tell me I’m not going to have a trust issue with you.”
Frenchie had seen what Raoul did to the people he didn’t trust. There was no room in his organization for cowards or mercenaries who’s blood curdled at the sight of harming an innocent. “N-no sir. You don’t have a trust issue with me.”
“Good. You bring up the jeep. Marc and I will handle the wetwork.”
-Inside the Tomb-
Dr. Alraune’s light fell upon a statue that stood in the center of the chamber deep with in the long buried temple ruin. “It’s beautiful isn’t it Marlene?”
“It’s creepy if you ask me dad.” Marlene stared at the hooded figure that was blaringly white in the darkness. “Okay you were the first in here can we go now?”
“Come now Mar--”Dr. Alraune’s response was cut off as an odd echo floated into the chamber from the corridor.
Marlene saw the concern on her fathers face. “What was that?”
“It sounded like a gunshot. Several in fact.” Dr. Alraune stared at the dark corridor for some time until the tell tale reflection of flashlights could be seen on the hieroglyphic cover walls. He turned to his daughter. “Marlene you need to hide.”
“Dad?”
“Now. No questions Marlene.” He made his way to one of three sarcophagus that lay around the statue. He quickly inserted a pry bar and the lid lifted with a blast of air and dust. “Inside Marlene.”
“But dad--”
“Dammit Marlene inside now!” His hurried whisper and cursing told his daughter he was serious.
She climbed inside forcing the mummified remains over enough to make room. She clutched her flashlight as her father handed her the pry bar and replaced the lid just as the beams of the flashlights entered the chamber.
Raoul and Marc barely caught a glimpse of the good doctor as he ducked behind the statue of Khonshu. They were on him in an instant. Their blows quickly removing the fight from him. “Where’s the other one?”
“Other one?” Dr. Alraune spit blood from his mouth. “I am the only one down here.”
“Really? We’ll see about that.” Raoul unsheathed a blade and slashed it down upon the doctor’s hand, lopping off a finger. Amidst the screams he continued to ask the question over and over. A finger accompanied the first with each false answer.
Marc didn’t watch the spectacle, he kept his eyes trained on the sarcophagus.
With no fingers left to sever Raoul looked down at the archeologist. “Well you’re a strong one I’ll give you that doc, but it was all for nothing. Marc tell the man how we now there was someone here with him.”
Marc never took his eyes off the sarcophagus but moved the flashlight to the floor. “Footprints.”
“Fo--foot--”
“Footprints. That’s good doc. Lots of dust down here doc. Pretty easy to track two people through it.” Raoul crouched before the wounded man. “See we might not have as much book smarts as you but we got them where we need them. Get her out of there.”
Marc inserted a pry bar and lifted the lid to reveal Marlene huddled inside. His pistol went back into its holster as he reached out for her. That was the first time Marc underestimated her and it would be the last as she quickly slammed her pry bar across his head. He stumbled backward blood gushing from the head wound.
“#&@$!” Raoul shouted as Marlene leapt from her hiding place. He caught her and spun her around and pulled her down by her hair. “Listen &%*#@ I don’t have time for this!”
Something slammed into his back and he released the girl as he spun seeing the good doctor had charged into him; fingerless hands and all. He backhanded the man away then put two bullets into him.
Marlene screamed something that was lost on the now ringing ears of Raoul. He brought his pistol down on her head knocking her almost senseless. She lay on the ground gurgling, her breath labored.
“Damn girl I like at least a little fight in my women when I have my way with them.” Raoul looked back at Marc who had struggled to his feet.
“I’ll be alright.”
“No you won’t.” Raoul squeezed off three shots into his former partner. “Sorry chum. Nothing personal, just more for me.”
“What ze ‘ell ‘appened ‘ere?” Frenchie’s light fell across the scene.
Raoul answered by unloading the rest of the magazine into the French man. “And you? I just didn’t like you, you French pussy.”
Marc watched through a black haze as Raoul drug the girl from the chamber.
Vengeance.
He didn’t even realize that it wasn’t his voice inside his head as he gave into the darkness. What followed he thought a dream. He saw himself arise and stalk Raoul finding him outside having his way with the girl. A kukri blade slashed down repeatedly into Raoul who didn’t have time to react. The girl could do nothing but scream as se lay beneath him.
Once Raoul had been eviscerated Marc stared at the girl who managed to sob out a thank you before he turned blade on her as well.
He fell to his knees covered in the blood of his victims, bringing the blade to his own head. Methodically he began cutting the hair from his head. Once it was short enough he used the ample amount of blood to coat his head shaving it down to nothing.
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