Indiana Jones and the Lost Kingdom of Kush// Book 1

Chapter 10

Natty and Fin were grabbed and dragged out of the back of the truck that had kidnapped them.

Natty squirmed and kicked one man in the shin and another in the gut.

"Stop moving!" One yelled.

He grabbed Natty and tightened his grip around her and held a knife to her throat. Natty froze and stood there for a second.

"Your really dim witted." Fin said with a laugh.

"Shut up." Natty snapped.

Fin and Natty were dragged through a camp sight and Natty couldn't help but look around. These people were destroying accent artifacts.

"Walk!"

Natty was kicked in the calf and she yelled as she was forced to keep walking.

Fin and Her were taken into a large tent and were face to face with Hans. His face was narrow as Fin and Natty were tied to a chair.

"Vell Ms Jones you have lasted much longer zan your grandfader!" He spat angrily.

Natty sat there and looked up.

"What do you mean?"

Hans gave a smile and tilted his head. "You never knew how your dear hero Indiana Jones died?"

Natty sat there for a second. "It... it was a plane crash." She mumbled.

"HA! That is a funny joke!" Hans said with a smirk.

"I... saw it in the news." Fin mumbled. "It was a plane crash."

Hans put his hands the the table in front of Natty and Fin, he leaned into Natty's face and smiled.

"No plane crash could have taken down Indiana Jones."

Natty sat there, as she felt her heart do a stop drop and roll. She was told it was a plane crash....

"How about you ask your grandmozer."

"What?"

"NATTY!"

Natty looked up as her grandmother Miriam was grabbed and dragged over. She fought back the best she could and Natty tried to undo the ropes holding her hand back.

"DON'T HURT HER!" Natty cried.

"Then ask how Jones really died! How your fazer died!" Hans said putting a gun to Miriam's head.

"NO STOP!"

"ASK!"

Natty sat there and felt tears in her eyes. She looked to her grandmother who had tears in her eyes, but she nodded her head.

Natty sat there and looked down. "How did my dad die?"

Miriam looked down. "He sighed up for war. He was a spy... and was found out." Miriam said under her breath, shakily.

Natty nodded carefully. Her dad had been dead before her grandfather had been. The last real memory she had of her father Mutt Williams was her eleventh birthday.

"What about grandpa?"

Miriam looked down as her eyes teared up.

"Killed." Miriam said softly.

"How?" Hans asked with a grin, as he placed the gun closer to her head.

"Protecting me."

Natty shook her head. "No... it was a plane crash."

"Natty did you think I'd tell you that Indy was killed by this man?! Do you think I'd tell the girl who lived with us that her best friend/ grandfather was killed to save me?! Do you think I'd tell you that?!"

"I was sixteen!" Natty snapped. "I could've taken it!"

Miriam shook her head as tears ran down her face. "You wouldn't  have."

Natty looked down. She felt like everything she had known from the past few years was all a big lie.

"Vell," Hans said cocking the gun carefully. He gave a small smirk and looked to Natty. "This has been... eh... fun hasn't it? Now you shall be with your husband and son."

"NO!" Natty cried.

"Any last words Mrs Jones?" Hans asked with a smirk.

"Indiana told me to tell you that it is in the mountain of sand." Miriam said softly to Natty. 

Miriam looked past Natty to Fin.

"Protect her."

The gunshot sounded as Miriam fell to the ground. Her body moved no more, her body was slack, and her eyes stared without seeing.

Miriam Ravenwood was dead.