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Adult ++
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5
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Kidnapped
DISCLAIMER (the boring stuff):
Lok-Nah and Ardeth Bey are copyrighted characters of Universal Studios, Stephen Sommers, and/or any of the persons or companies not mentioned but in affiliation with The Mummy and The Mummy Returns, all rights remain with them. Neither I, nor this story, are connected to those holding the copyright to these characters, nor do I received any finical or material gain from the publication of this narrative.
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5: Kidnapped
Night had come to the desert hours ago; the moon had risen and was well above the horizon and high in the night sky when the riders struck. They rode into the Med-jai camp like an angry vengeful storm, outnumbering the med-jai five to one, but no Med-jai fell without taking at least two opponents with him. During the attack, Usaid and Naseem ran towards Ardeth’s tent collecting the women and a blanket before running behind the kitchen tent.
“Get down.” Usaid ordered, indicating that the women should crouch down in the sand. He threw a blanket over them and Naseem covered the edges of the blanket with sand, disguising them as a pile of supplies.
“Stay hidden Yazmin.” Naseem whispered before following after Usaid, back into the raging battle.
Scimitars flashed in the moonlight and sang loudly upon meeting their counterpart. Men groaning and crying out with pain mixed with battle cries. The bitter symphony of battle seemed to fill the desert. The Med-jai, for all their bravery, skill and determination were still out numbered and succumbed to the massive horde that swarmed through their encampment. The surviving Med-jai were forced to kneel and held prisoner by red clad mercenaries who secured their arms and held blades to their throats.
Lok-Nah surveyed his prisoners, pacing to and fro like a caged hungry beast, his eyes eager with a dark victory he had at hand. Satisfaction at having bested his long time rival evident in his sinister grin, everything was going according to plan. Soon his man would return with Lok-Nah’s prize, the beautiful Jemima, his helwa. He could imagine the look of heartbreak and anguish on Ardeth’s face when he returned and saw his men slaughtered and his bride missing.
Rapidly approaching footsteps pulled Lok-Nah from his musings. His man was returning…alone. “Forgive me sir, but I could not find her.” He said while gasping for breath.
Lok-Nah closed in on the smaller man. “What do you mean ‘could not find her’?” his tone dark and dangerous. He would not be denied his prize, not when he was so close.
“I searched everywhere.”
“If you searched everywhere then you would have found her.” Lok-Nah growled, his powerful arm moved at an impossible speed as he grabbed the winded man by his robes and pulled him close and into a waiting dagger.
“Where is my bride?” his voice boomed, letting the dead man collapse to the ground.,
“She is not your bride.” Usaid protested.
“Where is she?” Lok-Nah growled each word slowly so that there would be no misunderstanding his words or rage.
“Ardeth left her in Siwa with her family. As soon as we delivered our supplies, he planned on returning to collect her.” A believable tale, and if Lok-Nah had not seen her leave the oasis with his own eyes he would have believed Usaid’s words.
“Do you think me a fool?” Lok-Nah said through tightly clenched teeth as he approached the restrained Med-jai, this one is strong, needing three men to hold him. “I saw her leave with my own eyes. Now where is she?!” he demanded, grabbing Usaid by the throat. Usaid remained silent, his eyes screaming with defiance.
“If I am willing to kill my own man, Med-Jai, why do you think I will treat yours any better?” Lok-Nah asked nodding to one of his men, who wasted no time in slashing his prisoner’s throat. Usaid called out to Med-Jai, watching as his friend slumped between his captures, his life blood pouring onto the desert sand.
From their hiding place Yazmin gasped quietly, covering her mouth, tears filling her eyes. She knew these men, many of whom she had grown up with, she was not sure if she could remain in hiding listening to them died. Jemima tried quietly to comfort her sister-in-law, who was beside herself with worry, unsure if her husband was alive or not. Yazmin looked at Jemima, her eyes betraying the deep pain and guilt she was feeling, Jemima shook her head, trying to convince the grieving woman to remain still. Tears leaked from tightly closed eyes as angry fists met with defiant silence. Yazmin’s eyes snapped opened, and Jemima knew her sister-in-law was going to do something both incredibly brave and incredibly stupid.
“This is your last chance Med-Jai, where is my bride?” Lok-Nah angrily demanded. Usaid bloodied and bruised, remained silent glaring defiantly at the red-clad mercenary. “If you do not tell me where she is, I’ll make it so that you never speak again.” Lok-Nah growled, pulling his large curved dagger from its sheath secured in his waist band. Usaid’s glare never wavered; he would not betray his childhood friend and Chieftain. Lok-Nah signaled for more men to help restrain the battered Med-Jai and then ordered them to pull out his tongue so that he may cut it off.
A series of rapid shots fired from an automatic weapon halted everything. Lok-Nah turned to see two women, one armed with Carbine and the other held a Mauser ES340b rifle aimed at Lok-Nah. It was obvious that neither woman had ever handled a gun before, the woman with the Carbine was aiming high, but the weapon’s kick was threatening to throw her off balance; while the woman with the rifle held it too close to her face and the butt resting against her shoulder, if she fired would blacken her eye and possible dislocate her shoulder. Lok-Nah sheathed his blade and raised his hands, partially to placate the women, but mostly because he did not want to make the inexperienced gunmen any more nervous than they all ready were.
“Let them go.” The woman with the Mauser ES340b ordered. Lok-Nah looked at both women, only their eyes and hands were visible amid the modest Halwa dresses and niqabs they wore. The woman with the Carbine, as far as he could make out, had very defined cheekbones, a narrow nose and soft velvet brown eyes. They are the kind of eyes that hold laughter easily and could melt a heart of ice. The woman wielding the Mauser ES340b has high, softly curved cheek bones, a narrow nose and midnight blue eyes. As lovely as velvet brown is, it was the midnight blue that glowed with the fires of passion that he had fallen in love with. Countless nights he found himself drowning in midnight blue fire.
“Put the weapons down and I will release them.” He lied.
“Release them first.” Brown eyes ordered, her voice trembling slightly.
His glanced at both weapons, and then stepped forward, placing his chest against the barrel of the Mauser ES340b “No.” he said, resting his hands on his waist. Midnight blue eyes were wide with fear and disbelief.
“I’ll shoot.” She said, her voice betraying only a hint of the panic going through her. Midnight blue eye quickly glanced over to soft Velvet brown eyes as if asking for help. In response she quickly rounded the Carbine onto Lok-Nah and squeezed the trigger…nothing happened. Lok-Nah responded with surprising speed, grabbing the barrel of the Carbine and using it to throw the woman off balance by jerking the gun towards him. She stumbled forward as Lok-Nah pushed the weapon into her, knocking the wind from her. She collapsed into the soft sand, trying desperately to breath. Lok-Nah tossed the weapon aside, his eyes never leaving the woman before him.
“You are the only reason I’m here, Jemima.” He confessed softly. “Come with me, Helwa, and I promise on everything I hold dear, I will let all of the Med-Jai live.”
Tears were welling up in her eyes, she did not want to leave with Lok-Nah, but she also did not want any harm to befall her new tribe. There was of course a third option. She could squeeze the trigger and kill Lok-Nah, believing that the Med-Jai would seize the opening and rise up against their captors. Could she really take a man’s life? Could she really send two inches of metal into a human being ending their existence? She squeezed her eyes shut, tears running down her tears as a trembling finger pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. Her eyes snapped open, she pulled the trigger again and again nothing happed.
“Precious Helwa, the safety is on. Come with me I promise no more harm will befall the Med-jai.” He soothed, making no move to take the gun from her.
“I can’t.” she whispered, almost crying.
“If you refuse I will kill them one by one, starting with the woman. Just drop the weapon and come with me.”
Seeing no other option, she dropped to her knees, covering her face to hide her tears. Lok-Nah signaled his men who securely tied the and gagged the Med-Jai, one man taking it upon himself to drag Yazmin, despite her protests, off into a tent where she was secured and gagged and safe from the dangers of the desert sun. His men grumbled, wanting the beautiful female for themselves, but the warrior knew his love would consider this unforgivable and wanted her heart to warm to him. A hard look silenced his man and he tuned his attention to the beautiful woman kneeling in front of him.
Lok-Nah gently gathered the sobbing Jemima in his muscular arms and carried her towards his horse and away from the Med-Jai encampment.
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Helwa – Arabic term of endearment, meaning something along the lines of beauty or sweetness.
A/N: While doing some quick (and by quick I mean Internet only) research about the Mauser ES340b I was unable to locate any diagrams outlining the weapons parts. As a result I am using Creative License and stating that this weapon has a safety. I’m not that familiar with firearms from the 1930s so please forgive me if I am incorrect in this assumption.
Also I do not know if the Halwa dresses are appropriate for the 1930s, I just stumbled across it and thought it was too pretty to not use. Anyone interested in seeing the Halwa dress can see it at http://www.shukronline.com/wd5401.html
Lok-Nah and Ardeth Bey are copyrighted characters of Universal Studios, Stephen Sommers, and/or any of the persons or companies not mentioned but in affiliation with The Mummy and The Mummy Returns, all rights remain with them. Neither I, nor this story, are connected to those holding the copyright to these characters, nor do I received any finical or material gain from the publication of this narrative.
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5: Kidnapped
Night had come to the desert hours ago; the moon had risen and was well above the horizon and high in the night sky when the riders struck. They rode into the Med-jai camp like an angry vengeful storm, outnumbering the med-jai five to one, but no Med-jai fell without taking at least two opponents with him. During the attack, Usaid and Naseem ran towards Ardeth’s tent collecting the women and a blanket before running behind the kitchen tent.
“Get down.” Usaid ordered, indicating that the women should crouch down in the sand. He threw a blanket over them and Naseem covered the edges of the blanket with sand, disguising them as a pile of supplies.
“Stay hidden Yazmin.” Naseem whispered before following after Usaid, back into the raging battle.
Scimitars flashed in the moonlight and sang loudly upon meeting their counterpart. Men groaning and crying out with pain mixed with battle cries. The bitter symphony of battle seemed to fill the desert. The Med-jai, for all their bravery, skill and determination were still out numbered and succumbed to the massive horde that swarmed through their encampment. The surviving Med-jai were forced to kneel and held prisoner by red clad mercenaries who secured their arms and held blades to their throats.
Lok-Nah surveyed his prisoners, pacing to and fro like a caged hungry beast, his eyes eager with a dark victory he had at hand. Satisfaction at having bested his long time rival evident in his sinister grin, everything was going according to plan. Soon his man would return with Lok-Nah’s prize, the beautiful Jemima, his helwa. He could imagine the look of heartbreak and anguish on Ardeth’s face when he returned and saw his men slaughtered and his bride missing.
Rapidly approaching footsteps pulled Lok-Nah from his musings. His man was returning…alone. “Forgive me sir, but I could not find her.” He said while gasping for breath.
Lok-Nah closed in on the smaller man. “What do you mean ‘could not find her’?” his tone dark and dangerous. He would not be denied his prize, not when he was so close.
“I searched everywhere.”
“If you searched everywhere then you would have found her.” Lok-Nah growled, his powerful arm moved at an impossible speed as he grabbed the winded man by his robes and pulled him close and into a waiting dagger.
“Where is my bride?” his voice boomed, letting the dead man collapse to the ground.,
“She is not your bride.” Usaid protested.
“Where is she?” Lok-Nah growled each word slowly so that there would be no misunderstanding his words or rage.
“Ardeth left her in Siwa with her family. As soon as we delivered our supplies, he planned on returning to collect her.” A believable tale, and if Lok-Nah had not seen her leave the oasis with his own eyes he would have believed Usaid’s words.
“Do you think me a fool?” Lok-Nah said through tightly clenched teeth as he approached the restrained Med-jai, this one is strong, needing three men to hold him. “I saw her leave with my own eyes. Now where is she?!” he demanded, grabbing Usaid by the throat. Usaid remained silent, his eyes screaming with defiance.
“If I am willing to kill my own man, Med-Jai, why do you think I will treat yours any better?” Lok-Nah asked nodding to one of his men, who wasted no time in slashing his prisoner’s throat. Usaid called out to Med-Jai, watching as his friend slumped between his captures, his life blood pouring onto the desert sand.
From their hiding place Yazmin gasped quietly, covering her mouth, tears filling her eyes. She knew these men, many of whom she had grown up with, she was not sure if she could remain in hiding listening to them died. Jemima tried quietly to comfort her sister-in-law, who was beside herself with worry, unsure if her husband was alive or not. Yazmin looked at Jemima, her eyes betraying the deep pain and guilt she was feeling, Jemima shook her head, trying to convince the grieving woman to remain still. Tears leaked from tightly closed eyes as angry fists met with defiant silence. Yazmin’s eyes snapped opened, and Jemima knew her sister-in-law was going to do something both incredibly brave and incredibly stupid.
“This is your last chance Med-Jai, where is my bride?” Lok-Nah angrily demanded. Usaid bloodied and bruised, remained silent glaring defiantly at the red-clad mercenary. “If you do not tell me where she is, I’ll make it so that you never speak again.” Lok-Nah growled, pulling his large curved dagger from its sheath secured in his waist band. Usaid’s glare never wavered; he would not betray his childhood friend and Chieftain. Lok-Nah signaled for more men to help restrain the battered Med-Jai and then ordered them to pull out his tongue so that he may cut it off.
A series of rapid shots fired from an automatic weapon halted everything. Lok-Nah turned to see two women, one armed with Carbine and the other held a Mauser ES340b rifle aimed at Lok-Nah. It was obvious that neither woman had ever handled a gun before, the woman with the Carbine was aiming high, but the weapon’s kick was threatening to throw her off balance; while the woman with the rifle held it too close to her face and the butt resting against her shoulder, if she fired would blacken her eye and possible dislocate her shoulder. Lok-Nah sheathed his blade and raised his hands, partially to placate the women, but mostly because he did not want to make the inexperienced gunmen any more nervous than they all ready were.
“Let them go.” The woman with the Mauser ES340b ordered. Lok-Nah looked at both women, only their eyes and hands were visible amid the modest Halwa dresses and niqabs they wore. The woman with the Carbine, as far as he could make out, had very defined cheekbones, a narrow nose and soft velvet brown eyes. They are the kind of eyes that hold laughter easily and could melt a heart of ice. The woman wielding the Mauser ES340b has high, softly curved cheek bones, a narrow nose and midnight blue eyes. As lovely as velvet brown is, it was the midnight blue that glowed with the fires of passion that he had fallen in love with. Countless nights he found himself drowning in midnight blue fire.
“Put the weapons down and I will release them.” He lied.
“Release them first.” Brown eyes ordered, her voice trembling slightly.
His glanced at both weapons, and then stepped forward, placing his chest against the barrel of the Mauser ES340b “No.” he said, resting his hands on his waist. Midnight blue eyes were wide with fear and disbelief.
“I’ll shoot.” She said, her voice betraying only a hint of the panic going through her. Midnight blue eye quickly glanced over to soft Velvet brown eyes as if asking for help. In response she quickly rounded the Carbine onto Lok-Nah and squeezed the trigger…nothing happened. Lok-Nah responded with surprising speed, grabbing the barrel of the Carbine and using it to throw the woman off balance by jerking the gun towards him. She stumbled forward as Lok-Nah pushed the weapon into her, knocking the wind from her. She collapsed into the soft sand, trying desperately to breath. Lok-Nah tossed the weapon aside, his eyes never leaving the woman before him.
“You are the only reason I’m here, Jemima.” He confessed softly. “Come with me, Helwa, and I promise on everything I hold dear, I will let all of the Med-Jai live.”
Tears were welling up in her eyes, she did not want to leave with Lok-Nah, but she also did not want any harm to befall her new tribe. There was of course a third option. She could squeeze the trigger and kill Lok-Nah, believing that the Med-Jai would seize the opening and rise up against their captors. Could she really take a man’s life? Could she really send two inches of metal into a human being ending their existence? She squeezed her eyes shut, tears running down her tears as a trembling finger pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. Her eyes snapped open, she pulled the trigger again and again nothing happed.
“Precious Helwa, the safety is on. Come with me I promise no more harm will befall the Med-jai.” He soothed, making no move to take the gun from her.
“I can’t.” she whispered, almost crying.
“If you refuse I will kill them one by one, starting with the woman. Just drop the weapon and come with me.”
Seeing no other option, she dropped to her knees, covering her face to hide her tears. Lok-Nah signaled his men who securely tied the and gagged the Med-Jai, one man taking it upon himself to drag Yazmin, despite her protests, off into a tent where she was secured and gagged and safe from the dangers of the desert sun. His men grumbled, wanting the beautiful female for themselves, but the warrior knew his love would consider this unforgivable and wanted her heart to warm to him. A hard look silenced his man and he tuned his attention to the beautiful woman kneeling in front of him.
Lok-Nah gently gathered the sobbing Jemima in his muscular arms and carried her towards his horse and away from the Med-Jai encampment.
*--*--*--*
Helwa – Arabic term of endearment, meaning something along the lines of beauty or sweetness.
A/N: While doing some quick (and by quick I mean Internet only) research about the Mauser ES340b I was unable to locate any diagrams outlining the weapons parts. As a result I am using Creative License and stating that this weapon has a safety. I’m not that familiar with firearms from the 1930s so please forgive me if I am incorrect in this assumption.
Also I do not know if the Halwa dresses are appropriate for the 1930s, I just stumbled across it and thought it was too pretty to not use. Anyone interested in seeing the Halwa dress can see it at http://www.shukronline.com/wd5401.html