His Lotus Bloom: The Return

Chapter 7: Wrath and Fury Like No Other Mummy

Three henchmen crudely entered the moving and ornate car on the train. One smugly sniffed his nose while the other leered at everyone who was watching. The leader strutted forward with his protruding stomach and red covering scarfed head, his gun tightly clenched at his side in his fist. The curator stepped forward eagerly. 

"Did you acquire it!" and looked expectantly around. The men all gave smiles filled with murder and darkness. 

"We acquired it alright. We had to kill three men at the mausoleum to acquire it. " the leader said smirking evilly. Two additional workmen came forward, dropping the heavily encased chest of gold, obsidian, and wood. 

"Excellent work gentlemen." the curator said, clasping his hands together with a smile across his face. 

"We heard of the Yanks who found this, horrible deaths they were, so we figured 10 is set in value." the leader continued. 

"Otherwise we'll take it elsewhere!" the other chimed in while the remaining one cursed at him in a different language for sitting his foot on the chest's lid. 

"The agreement was five." the curator stated with a dark look coming over his face. Meela noted the tension between the room and came up with an idea. She rushed over to Hafez and gently grasped his shoulder. 

" Ten is just fine gentlemen. Follow me please," she said with a gleam in her mischievous eyes as she glanced at the curator. The men followed her eagerly while Lock-Na and more servants lifted the chest to carry it with them. 

Shortly they came to another car of the train and the servants sat the chest down before scurrying away. The three henchmen walked in, noting how peculiar the setting was. 

"No tricks now lady, we want satisfactory here." the leader spat. 

"No worries there is much satisfaction to be given gentlemen." She cooed with an innocent smile before closing the door and holding a chuckle in before locking the men inside. At that same time, the men heard an unsettling moan breeze through the air. They all cocked their guns, peering around. 

"What's goin on." the leader demanded, a slight edge of nervousness in his tone. The other one slowly and cautiously circled around. 

"This place, is cursed," he claimed, superstition lacing his words. 

"What is it with you and curses! This is cursed that is cursed!" the other ranted. 

"Shut up and come look at this!" the leader stated, who walked behind the heavily gauzed curtains. There all three men looked at the elaborate palanquin where an unconscious Jean was. 

" I guess this is part of the satisfactory men." the leader darkly smiled before reaching a grubby hand towards Jean's heavily breathing chest. His touch, however, was short-lived as an ear-piercing shriek came from behind them. There was an enraged and horrifying mummy, looking at them with such evil intent the men nearly peed themselves. The leader immediately started shooting at the grotesque creature, a brown shell merely covering its darkened organs and jelly-like muscles peeking through. The other joined in the shooting while the third one ran to the door banging on it and whimpering. Meela opened the eye hole and told him a panicked tone, 

"Open the chest! Open the chest if you want to live!" and watched the cowardly man do exactly that. With that, she smiled and walked off to return to her reading. The second man shouted no as the lid popped off and flew across the room, a mist coming through with the heavily incensed room. All three stood there silent, keeping their guns aimed. The leader stayed rooted at the bedside of Jean, while the other two crept around the room. Just as they put their guns away, they heard a creaking above the man who had panicked earlier. He slowly and fearfully looked up before screeching as the mummy had contorted its body in odd angles of all fours and followed the man before he hopped down and sucked the soul slowly out of the man. The corpse dropped on the ground, only a blue and ashen skeleton, forever frozen with a look of terror upon its face. 

"Smiley!" the other two men shouted and started shooting. The leader backed up as the other was roughly grabbed and thrown up against the wall by its throat before he shrieked as his soul was sucked from him. The mummy was partially covered in flesh, looking even more horrifying if that was possible. Just as he was about to finish off the last one, the leader grabbed Jean by the throat and aimed the gun at her head. 

"Don't come any closer!" the man said, on the verge of hysteria. Imhotep depicted the looks of Anubis himself and a deep growl rumbled through his chest. After all the hell they both had been through, this balding man that resembled a crawling little scarab wanted to THREATEN his Lotus Bloom. Imhotep didn't pause as he quickly transformed into a sandstorm and knocked the gun out of the man's grasp while mutilating the hand in the process. All one could hear was cracking and screams from the man who was begging for mercy like so many had that he had murdered earlier that night and throughout his own lifetime. By the time Imhotep was done, the skeleton that would have remained looked nothing resembling a human.