Visionary Kiss I & II & III
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Adult ++
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50
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Visionary Kiss III 3
Visionary Kiss III Part 3
INT. TREASURE CHAMBER TEMPLE, THE CITY OF THE DEATH, - DAY
“I'm right behind you.” Rick said holding onto the crowbar, his free hand getting hold of her torch.
Evey looked at him, “That's not very brave.”
He blinked, a smirk on his face, and waggled his eyebrows, “ What do you want from me? You said you would know the place.”
Shaking her head the dark haired woman took one last look at her husband, then walked into the chamber, Rick right behind her illuminating the way. As they moved Evey turned left, looked straight into a terrible grimace, making her scream.
O`Connell who could not really think clearly, the echo of her scream in his ears, swung the crowbar like some sort of saber and severed the head from the dangerous form. The skull bounced off the opposite stone wall.
“What the hell…” slipped out of Rick's mouth, he was already moving forward, the torch moving to illuminate what was left of the skull.
From the look of it this skull had once been from a mummy, but not to one of the revived variety, but one that until now simply refused to turn to dust. Unlike Imhotep who wanted to make a little come-back in the 20th century.
From the remains of clothes and weapons they knew this mummy had once been a Guardian, a warrior – just like the ones Evelyn had seen a minute ago in her vision.
Both had seen enough, so Evey took the torch from her husband and moved the light so he could see in the corner of the small chamber there really were two guardians, between them a decorated small box.
“This is what you saw?” he asked already knowing the answer.
He hated all , hi, his instincts told him to grab his family and run.
But with one look into the warm depths of his wife's eyes he knew that this was not an option. So he kneeled down, to take a closer look at the lid of the box, discovering a golden plate that showed the distorted relief of a scorpion.
“The Scorpion King!” Evelyn cried out.
“Why don't I like the way you say this…” O`Connell said as he looked up.
EXT. TEMPLE RUINS, THE CITY OF THE DEAD, - DAY
Under the relentless desert sun, two black riders stop at the peak of a sand dune, looking down onto the ruins of the temples of Theben. One proud Mumia had been chosen to accompany Willow on her way to meet the O`Connells.
Willow took hold of her field glasses, not that she really needed them, a small spell and she would be able to see everything on this et. et. But there was still this human part in her that made her use things like field glasses, maybe to just feel a little more normal.
Her eyes finally found what she had been searching for, three white riders, who moved fast towards the ruins. On the first look you would think that the three were from a western film, but the scimitars at there hips was the proof that these men had been in this part of the world at least once before.
Looking over at her companion the redhead made a decision, speaking to him in his mother tongue she gave instructions, and then dissolved.
The young mumia lookedund,und, he had heard stories about her, had even seen some of her powers but this was incomprehensible but at the same time what he had expected.
INT. TREASURE CHAMBER TEMPLE, THE CITY OF THE DEATH, - DAY
“On the plate there is a war banner … it's from the army of the Scorpion King.” She started to bounce in her excitement, an excitement he did nharehare. “You have to know that the Scorpion King is actually a legend – there has never been any evidence to his existence found, the documents were written centuries after his death…”
“Go on.” Rick said rolling his eyes, he knew that the faster Evey told her little story the faster they would get out of there.
She told him the whole story, or at least all the facts she knew. As she finished her little history lesson he said, “Well, he probably isn't in the small box, I mean this would only be possible after a cremation.”
With eyes raised she said, “ But darling you have to understand, this is a tremendous discovery …. This small box, or better the plate, is the first historical proof, that the King of the Scorpions actually existed. Before we entered the chamber it was nothing more than a legend, but now, it's a fact.”
Rick got up and cleaned his trousers with his hands. “Great. Now you have something to rub under the noses of these stupid Bembridge scientists.”
She nodded excitedly, folded the hands and said, “ Rick,… Rick, ope.”
.”
“What? The box?”
“Of course the box. Who knows what great Treasures..?” again she started to bounce, unable to control herself.
“I don't think that this would be a good idea.” O`Connell told her, he would not risk his life or better the whole of mankind, not again.
“Don't be childish, it's only a box, to be exact a quite small one. A box, a small box has neversed sed damage.”
What frightened him most was not what his wife said, it was that she meant it.
No, not only that she meant it, what she said had defnitely frightened him, particularly as she had said the same thing about a book not that long ago.
INT. TEMPLE RUINS, THE CITY OF THE DEATH, - DAY
Alex was intent on his task, so he didn't hear them coming. In the last days his parents had moved a lot of artifacts into this part of the temple, they then had divided them up into groups, not too far away from the place the young boy was now busy. The flaxen haired Alex, had collected bamboo shoots, loose bandages and moldy bones and was building a cage like box, in which he already had placed some cheese from the provisions basket.
“Build a better Mousetrap,” his Dad had told him. What his Dad had not told him was that this mouse, he looked over into the corner where rustling sounds were coming from, looked more like rats, ...big rats.
Again there was a sound, but this time it was not the rats with the fur which caused them.
Red, Jacques and Spivey had arrived and were now walking towards him. Red, a brutal guy was America, against the Frenchman, Jacques Clemons he almost looked harmless and dainty. Jake Spivey, British and slim, underhanded like a snake, in comparison looked virtually undernourished.
The boy had the head of his mother, and the courage of his father, but still he was only a small boy and he was afraid, particularly as he heard one of the man whisper.
“We don't need to bury them – why do you think we have this hot sun and these birds?”
There was more, but the only thing he could hear was the rough and malicious laughing of the men, not that he wanted to hear more, Alex jumped up looking around .panic stricken His eyes searched for the best place to hide, but there was nowhere, after all this was a ruin.
And then there was a voice in his head, a voice that told him to look up, a voice he knew.
Smiling he looked, seeing the twelve meter high scaffolding made from wooden boards and tubular steel, that was left from an Egyptian government project.
He was no longer anxious, everything would be fine, aunt Willow was near.
End Visionary Kiss III Part 3
INT. TREASURE CHAMBER TEMPLE, THE CITY OF THE DEATH, - DAY
“I'm right behind you.” Rick said holding onto the crowbar, his free hand getting hold of her torch.
Evey looked at him, “That's not very brave.”
He blinked, a smirk on his face, and waggled his eyebrows, “ What do you want from me? You said you would know the place.”
Shaking her head the dark haired woman took one last look at her husband, then walked into the chamber, Rick right behind her illuminating the way. As they moved Evey turned left, looked straight into a terrible grimace, making her scream.
O`Connell who could not really think clearly, the echo of her scream in his ears, swung the crowbar like some sort of saber and severed the head from the dangerous form. The skull bounced off the opposite stone wall.
“What the hell…” slipped out of Rick's mouth, he was already moving forward, the torch moving to illuminate what was left of the skull.
From the look of it this skull had once been from a mummy, but not to one of the revived variety, but one that until now simply refused to turn to dust. Unlike Imhotep who wanted to make a little come-back in the 20th century.
From the remains of clothes and weapons they knew this mummy had once been a Guardian, a warrior – just like the ones Evelyn had seen a minute ago in her vision.
Both had seen enough, so Evey took the torch from her husband and moved the light so he could see in the corner of the small chamber there really were two guardians, between them a decorated small box.
“This is what you saw?” he asked already knowing the answer.
He hated all , hi, his instincts told him to grab his family and run.
But with one look into the warm depths of his wife's eyes he knew that this was not an option. So he kneeled down, to take a closer look at the lid of the box, discovering a golden plate that showed the distorted relief of a scorpion.
“The Scorpion King!” Evelyn cried out.
“Why don't I like the way you say this…” O`Connell said as he looked up.
EXT. TEMPLE RUINS, THE CITY OF THE DEAD, - DAY
Under the relentless desert sun, two black riders stop at the peak of a sand dune, looking down onto the ruins of the temples of Theben. One proud Mumia had been chosen to accompany Willow on her way to meet the O`Connells.
Willow took hold of her field glasses, not that she really needed them, a small spell and she would be able to see everything on this et. et. But there was still this human part in her that made her use things like field glasses, maybe to just feel a little more normal.
Her eyes finally found what she had been searching for, three white riders, who moved fast towards the ruins. On the first look you would think that the three were from a western film, but the scimitars at there hips was the proof that these men had been in this part of the world at least once before.
Looking over at her companion the redhead made a decision, speaking to him in his mother tongue she gave instructions, and then dissolved.
The young mumia lookedund,und, he had heard stories about her, had even seen some of her powers but this was incomprehensible but at the same time what he had expected.
INT. TREASURE CHAMBER TEMPLE, THE CITY OF THE DEATH, - DAY
“On the plate there is a war banner … it's from the army of the Scorpion King.” She started to bounce in her excitement, an excitement he did nharehare. “You have to know that the Scorpion King is actually a legend – there has never been any evidence to his existence found, the documents were written centuries after his death…”
“Go on.” Rick said rolling his eyes, he knew that the faster Evey told her little story the faster they would get out of there.
She told him the whole story, or at least all the facts she knew. As she finished her little history lesson he said, “Well, he probably isn't in the small box, I mean this would only be possible after a cremation.”
With eyes raised she said, “ But darling you have to understand, this is a tremendous discovery …. This small box, or better the plate, is the first historical proof, that the King of the Scorpions actually existed. Before we entered the chamber it was nothing more than a legend, but now, it's a fact.”
Rick got up and cleaned his trousers with his hands. “Great. Now you have something to rub under the noses of these stupid Bembridge scientists.”
She nodded excitedly, folded the hands and said, “ Rick,… Rick, ope.”
.”
“What? The box?”
“Of course the box. Who knows what great Treasures..?” again she started to bounce, unable to control herself.
“I don't think that this would be a good idea.” O`Connell told her, he would not risk his life or better the whole of mankind, not again.
“Don't be childish, it's only a box, to be exact a quite small one. A box, a small box has neversed sed damage.”
What frightened him most was not what his wife said, it was that she meant it.
No, not only that she meant it, what she said had defnitely frightened him, particularly as she had said the same thing about a book not that long ago.
INT. TEMPLE RUINS, THE CITY OF THE DEATH, - DAY
Alex was intent on his task, so he didn't hear them coming. In the last days his parents had moved a lot of artifacts into this part of the temple, they then had divided them up into groups, not too far away from the place the young boy was now busy. The flaxen haired Alex, had collected bamboo shoots, loose bandages and moldy bones and was building a cage like box, in which he already had placed some cheese from the provisions basket.
“Build a better Mousetrap,” his Dad had told him. What his Dad had not told him was that this mouse, he looked over into the corner where rustling sounds were coming from, looked more like rats, ...big rats.
Again there was a sound, but this time it was not the rats with the fur which caused them.
Red, Jacques and Spivey had arrived and were now walking towards him. Red, a brutal guy was America, against the Frenchman, Jacques Clemons he almost looked harmless and dainty. Jake Spivey, British and slim, underhanded like a snake, in comparison looked virtually undernourished.
The boy had the head of his mother, and the courage of his father, but still he was only a small boy and he was afraid, particularly as he heard one of the man whisper.
“We don't need to bury them – why do you think we have this hot sun and these birds?”
There was more, but the only thing he could hear was the rough and malicious laughing of the men, not that he wanted to hear more, Alex jumped up looking around .panic stricken His eyes searched for the best place to hide, but there was nowhere, after all this was a ruin.
And then there was a voice in his head, a voice that told him to look up, a voice he knew.
Smiling he looked, seeing the twelve meter high scaffolding made from wooden boards and tubular steel, that was left from an Egyptian government project.
He was no longer anxious, everything would be fine, aunt Willow was near.
End Visionary Kiss III Part 3