Temple of Doom
India
1935
A flashpoint intersection between the Unseen Realm and the Physical Realm
He faced the man.
Shorty could tell something was different. Indy was covered in sweat, shirtless and staring off into space, methodically doing the bidding of one of the dark ones. It was as if the shadow monsters had complete control of Indy!
Shorty couldn't stand it. He grabbed a torch. "Indy! Its me!" Hot tears rolled down his face as the smoke and brimstone from the fire pits surrounding them burned at everything.
It was difficult to see the shadows but they were there. And there was something beyond them. A different shadow.
This was the Indy Shorty knew.
"Run, Shorty! Run!" The ghostly figure of a man held hostage by dark forces pleaded. "RUN!"
"No!" Shorty cried, staring at the figure separate from the man. "No! You rescued me! I'm gonna rescue you!"
"Don't know what they did Shorty - but you've gotta get out of here - take the kids and run!"
"Indy!"
"Run!"
Shorty ran to the controlled figure that was the body of the man he knew as Indiana Jones. "Come back!" He yelled. "Indy! Come back!"
The child stared into darkness. Indiana Jones was possessed.
The dark shadow controlling Indy raised Indy's hand and slapped Shorty across the face.
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