Visionary Kiss I & II & III
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Adult ++
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Visionary Kiss II 1
Visionary Kiss II
4,159 years in only seconds or millions of lifetimes
Willow was now ready to leave, to leave the peace of this place that seems to be out of time. The place where the Goddess Isis had brought her after they had left Theban. It was as if she had been in the heart of her goddess, in a place where she had learned to be one with her magic.
To be exact it was not even a place, but more of a kind of mind state she was in. Isis taught her everything about magic and how to use it. Like her lessons in school, Willow learned from the basics to the highest kind of spells and conjurations. There was the magic of nature, of living and of death.
Now it was time to begin the next part of her journey. Willow knew everything there was to know, and this made her the most powerful witch that existed. She had
been only able to become this though the knowledge of all the gods and with the promise that she would not change things she was not allowed to.
This was one of the most important lessons that she had learned. No longer did she feel bad about the things that had happened, the things she had done, or lost. Everything had a reason, even the death and pain in this world. Sometimes it was right to do something against this, but at other times it was nd tod to just stand by and let it all happen.
She would never again lose control of her magic; to try to end the world. Nor would she feel bad about killing somebody if her life was in danger. It was as if she had lived a few of the lifetimes that had passed, until finally she was ready to walk again the path her goddess had destined for her.
She had grown and aged, in a way only immortal can, having always a goal she could concentrate on.
II You are not longer an unknown child, I'm proud of you. Be sure that whenever you call me I will be on your side. II
"Thanks mother." The witch whispered, leaving her goddess, to find herself only seconds later looking over the place where more than 4000 years ago Theban had been in all its glory, the city in which all this had started. She then walked to the place she knew Imhotep was still buried and waiting for his time.
EXT. SAHARA _ HAMANAPTRA RUINS (1925)
There was not much left of the great Temple and Graves of the great Pharaoh Seti. The decrepit half buried statue of Anubis out in the middle of the desert was surrounded by some still standing columns, broken stone blocks, and sand. The entrances to the parts of the Temple that had been built into the ground were barely visible.
Still, it was the same place. As Willow closed her eyes for a short moment, she could still see it as it had been the last time she had seen it. And as she had done it the last night she had been there, Willow laid down onto the sand and this time it was hot from the ruthless sun burned down.
With her hand laid flat onto the ground, she smiled.
"Soon Imhotep your body will be freed and then I will try to do everything to free your soul. But first many will die, because of the HOM-DAI. You must consummate
the curse and until you do, you will not eat, not sleep and not stop. I will have to watch all until you are free from the curse so I can try to help you."
She certainly did not want all these people to die, but it had to happen and she knew this. It was way way it should be and so she decided that she would no longer dwell on that which she could not change. There were things she needed to take care of and so she whispered a short goodbye.
Finally standing again she whispered a few words in a language that no human would ever learn to speak. With these words she made her way back into the flow of
timeokinoking around from her vantage point, still unseen to the people that were now around her. She watched for the one person she had waited for.
Across the desert she could see about two thousand of the warriors' brethren. Armed to the teeth and ready to kill the two hundred French Foreign Legionnaires
that were hidden amongst the ruins who had been preparing themselves for the onslaught.
And then she saw him, the man that was important to her and her mission. He was standing on one of the still recognizable remains of a wall. Dashing and handsome was the only thing she could think of, knowing that this was Rick O'Connell, the person that would be one of the reasons Imhotep would again walk this earth. She watched him talking to the others, as the horde of warriors had almost reached them.
"STEADY!" O'Connell called to his men, giving them courage. But still several Legionnaires took off. There was nobody that could understand this better than Willow. In all the fights she had survived in her life there had always been this one moment, in which fear was the only feeling. The need to run overwhelming. It was what made you either a coward or a hero. It was all about being able to hold out, until the first rush was over and the higher brain function was back working.
The Tuaregs let loose a horrifying shrill scream that made even more of the men run away. Willow had to smile as the little ugly looking man that was standing next to Rick, turned and ran, as fast as only a few people could, right through her invisible body.
The riders set their rifles and took aim, but O'Connell steeled himself, spitting into the sand and then after just one moment that seem to take an eternity to pass, he screamed.
"FIRE!"
Willow watched as the Legionnaires on the ground fired, reloaded and fired again and again. Her eyes already black because of the magic that built in her, like adrenalin, never left Rick. The witch didn't had time to notice all of the men that got hit by bullets, dying in the hot sand, on both sides.
Her only goal was to make sure that he would survive. And so she used her Magic, to stop bullets or a Tuareg had already gotten near enough to use other weapons.
She was his shield against everything that could kill him.
As most of the Riders finally made it into the ruins, there was no longer time to reload the guns. Rick started clubbing the Riders off their steeds, with his rifle, fighting like a man possessed. Soon even this was no longer an option, he threw the rifle away and grabbed his Pistols, cross drawing, coming up with a gun in each of his hands.
The Witch slowly walked backwards knowing that Beni, the ugly bug had made it to open the Temple doorwmongmongst the rocks. She could still feel the after-burn
of the magic that had been used so long ago, it made her skin tingle. There was still the hint of the Hom-Dai, the dark and powerful magic that had been used to curse Imhotep, the priests and anybody that tried to free them.
She watched as O'Connell tried reaching the entrance as fast as possible, to save his life. His guns now empty, only to see Beni try to close the heavy door.
"Son-of-a-bitch." Willow and the man, she needed to save, called at the same time.
Willow who was too busy trying to stop four Tuareg from killing him, could only watch in the corner of her eye as four others followed him around stone
columns, on his way into the Temple.
"Hey! Beni! Wait up!"
But Beni had no intentions of waiting, he pushed harder.
"What are ya doing?! Wait up!"
O'Connell ran faster with four Horsemen right behind him, hoofs pounding and watched as Beni pushed harder. Willow teleported herself to the other side to try to
be able to help him.
But as she looked up the door was slammed shut, making her hair turn black in rage, knowing that she would not be able to open them in time. The old magic still
strong enough to make it a hard task that would take a several minutes.
So she could only watch O'Connell's back as he turned and bolted off around the rocks, running for his life with not only the witch on his heels.
And then he stopped, and looked at the attackers, unaware that somebody behind him was killing five others in a way that no human could see with mind
power and magic breaking their necks.
A wicked smile spread across her face as she watched Rick give them the bird.
And at that precise moment was when the horses reared up. Two of the riders were thrown onto the ground. The horses whinnying and snorting in fear, they bucked
like furious and then fled as if the devil himself had scared them, followed by the thrown Riders.
The Witch and the Legionnaire could only stand there, stunned, but then Rick lifted his right hand looklooked down at his middle finger, which made the witch giggle. Her hair returning once again into the dark red color because of this action. Green eyes again watched, free from all the anger that she felt only moments before. As Rick felt the same thing the Tuareg and their horses had felt. The dark angry magic that Willow knew from a time it had not been angry.
He turned and looked up at the shattered, decrepit statue of Anubis that stared back at him. Suddenly, the sand began to shift under his feet and he started to back away, keeping his eyes on the transforming sand, which looked as if huge snakes were wiggling and writhing beneath it. Lines and shapes were forming, drawing a picture.
O'Connell quickly turned and ran off through the ruins in pure horror. The sand finally stopped moving and Willow could now see what it was. Drawn in the sand
was a picture of Imhotep's screaming face.
"Bad, bad Mummy. You know this will make it harder for him to find sleep in the next few weeks." Willow said as she walked away, blowing a kiss that let the face
melt away.
___
Up on a mountain, a group of Riders watched O'Connell stumble clear of the decrepit city. As if he could feel their presence and he looked up and saw that they
looked very different from the Tuaregs. All of them had blue tinted skin and faces covered in strange puzzle-tattoos.
Mumia, once they had been the guards of the Pharaoh giving their lives for him. This Burden had been passed from father to son over these years. They were now still here, long after the last Pharaoh had died. Now their only task was to look over the dead, or more precise the undead. They watched over Imhotep's grave, like they had done all these centuries since the night he had been buried.
The Leader in huge black robes, with dual scimitars across his waist, his face both handsome and horrible, was marred by blue tattoos. Showing off power and calmness was no longer watching the man that staggered off into the open desert.
"Should we kill him?" one of the others asked.
"No, let him find his way. He has no horse and no water." Was his answer, still bound by the picture of a small woman with long red hair that was standing on the other side of the ridge. In his mind he remembered all the stories of the night in which the monster had been buried. And a woman that had talked with the goddess Isis. A Woman with Red hair that would try to save the monster.
End Part 1 of Visionary Kiss II
4,159 years in only seconds or millions of lifetimes
Willow was now ready to leave, to leave the peace of this place that seems to be out of time. The place where the Goddess Isis had brought her after they had left Theban. It was as if she had been in the heart of her goddess, in a place where she had learned to be one with her magic.
To be exact it was not even a place, but more of a kind of mind state she was in. Isis taught her everything about magic and how to use it. Like her lessons in school, Willow learned from the basics to the highest kind of spells and conjurations. There was the magic of nature, of living and of death.
Now it was time to begin the next part of her journey. Willow knew everything there was to know, and this made her the most powerful witch that existed. She had
been only able to become this though the knowledge of all the gods and with the promise that she would not change things she was not allowed to.
This was one of the most important lessons that she had learned. No longer did she feel bad about the things that had happened, the things she had done, or lost. Everything had a reason, even the death and pain in this world. Sometimes it was right to do something against this, but at other times it was nd tod to just stand by and let it all happen.
She would never again lose control of her magic; to try to end the world. Nor would she feel bad about killing somebody if her life was in danger. It was as if she had lived a few of the lifetimes that had passed, until finally she was ready to walk again the path her goddess had destined for her.
She had grown and aged, in a way only immortal can, having always a goal she could concentrate on.
II You are not longer an unknown child, I'm proud of you. Be sure that whenever you call me I will be on your side. II
"Thanks mother." The witch whispered, leaving her goddess, to find herself only seconds later looking over the place where more than 4000 years ago Theban had been in all its glory, the city in which all this had started. She then walked to the place she knew Imhotep was still buried and waiting for his time.
EXT. SAHARA _ HAMANAPTRA RUINS (1925)
There was not much left of the great Temple and Graves of the great Pharaoh Seti. The decrepit half buried statue of Anubis out in the middle of the desert was surrounded by some still standing columns, broken stone blocks, and sand. The entrances to the parts of the Temple that had been built into the ground were barely visible.
Still, it was the same place. As Willow closed her eyes for a short moment, she could still see it as it had been the last time she had seen it. And as she had done it the last night she had been there, Willow laid down onto the sand and this time it was hot from the ruthless sun burned down.
With her hand laid flat onto the ground, she smiled.
"Soon Imhotep your body will be freed and then I will try to do everything to free your soul. But first many will die, because of the HOM-DAI. You must consummate
the curse and until you do, you will not eat, not sleep and not stop. I will have to watch all until you are free from the curse so I can try to help you."
She certainly did not want all these people to die, but it had to happen and she knew this. It was way way it should be and so she decided that she would no longer dwell on that which she could not change. There were things she needed to take care of and so she whispered a short goodbye.
Finally standing again she whispered a few words in a language that no human would ever learn to speak. With these words she made her way back into the flow of
timeokinoking around from her vantage point, still unseen to the people that were now around her. She watched for the one person she had waited for.
Across the desert she could see about two thousand of the warriors' brethren. Armed to the teeth and ready to kill the two hundred French Foreign Legionnaires
that were hidden amongst the ruins who had been preparing themselves for the onslaught.
And then she saw him, the man that was important to her and her mission. He was standing on one of the still recognizable remains of a wall. Dashing and handsome was the only thing she could think of, knowing that this was Rick O'Connell, the person that would be one of the reasons Imhotep would again walk this earth. She watched him talking to the others, as the horde of warriors had almost reached them.
"STEADY!" O'Connell called to his men, giving them courage. But still several Legionnaires took off. There was nobody that could understand this better than Willow. In all the fights she had survived in her life there had always been this one moment, in which fear was the only feeling. The need to run overwhelming. It was what made you either a coward or a hero. It was all about being able to hold out, until the first rush was over and the higher brain function was back working.
The Tuaregs let loose a horrifying shrill scream that made even more of the men run away. Willow had to smile as the little ugly looking man that was standing next to Rick, turned and ran, as fast as only a few people could, right through her invisible body.
The riders set their rifles and took aim, but O'Connell steeled himself, spitting into the sand and then after just one moment that seem to take an eternity to pass, he screamed.
"FIRE!"
Willow watched as the Legionnaires on the ground fired, reloaded and fired again and again. Her eyes already black because of the magic that built in her, like adrenalin, never left Rick. The witch didn't had time to notice all of the men that got hit by bullets, dying in the hot sand, on both sides.
Her only goal was to make sure that he would survive. And so she used her Magic, to stop bullets or a Tuareg had already gotten near enough to use other weapons.
She was his shield against everything that could kill him.
As most of the Riders finally made it into the ruins, there was no longer time to reload the guns. Rick started clubbing the Riders off their steeds, with his rifle, fighting like a man possessed. Soon even this was no longer an option, he threw the rifle away and grabbed his Pistols, cross drawing, coming up with a gun in each of his hands.
The Witch slowly walked backwards knowing that Beni, the ugly bug had made it to open the Temple doorwmongmongst the rocks. She could still feel the after-burn
of the magic that had been used so long ago, it made her skin tingle. There was still the hint of the Hom-Dai, the dark and powerful magic that had been used to curse Imhotep, the priests and anybody that tried to free them.
She watched as O'Connell tried reaching the entrance as fast as possible, to save his life. His guns now empty, only to see Beni try to close the heavy door.
"Son-of-a-bitch." Willow and the man, she needed to save, called at the same time.
Willow who was too busy trying to stop four Tuareg from killing him, could only watch in the corner of her eye as four others followed him around stone
columns, on his way into the Temple.
"Hey! Beni! Wait up!"
But Beni had no intentions of waiting, he pushed harder.
"What are ya doing?! Wait up!"
O'Connell ran faster with four Horsemen right behind him, hoofs pounding and watched as Beni pushed harder. Willow teleported herself to the other side to try to
be able to help him.
But as she looked up the door was slammed shut, making her hair turn black in rage, knowing that she would not be able to open them in time. The old magic still
strong enough to make it a hard task that would take a several minutes.
So she could only watch O'Connell's back as he turned and bolted off around the rocks, running for his life with not only the witch on his heels.
And then he stopped, and looked at the attackers, unaware that somebody behind him was killing five others in a way that no human could see with mind
power and magic breaking their necks.
A wicked smile spread across her face as she watched Rick give them the bird.
And at that precise moment was when the horses reared up. Two of the riders were thrown onto the ground. The horses whinnying and snorting in fear, they bucked
like furious and then fled as if the devil himself had scared them, followed by the thrown Riders.
The Witch and the Legionnaire could only stand there, stunned, but then Rick lifted his right hand looklooked down at his middle finger, which made the witch giggle. Her hair returning once again into the dark red color because of this action. Green eyes again watched, free from all the anger that she felt only moments before. As Rick felt the same thing the Tuareg and their horses had felt. The dark angry magic that Willow knew from a time it had not been angry.
He turned and looked up at the shattered, decrepit statue of Anubis that stared back at him. Suddenly, the sand began to shift under his feet and he started to back away, keeping his eyes on the transforming sand, which looked as if huge snakes were wiggling and writhing beneath it. Lines and shapes were forming, drawing a picture.
O'Connell quickly turned and ran off through the ruins in pure horror. The sand finally stopped moving and Willow could now see what it was. Drawn in the sand
was a picture of Imhotep's screaming face.
"Bad, bad Mummy. You know this will make it harder for him to find sleep in the next few weeks." Willow said as she walked away, blowing a kiss that let the face
melt away.
___
Up on a mountain, a group of Riders watched O'Connell stumble clear of the decrepit city. As if he could feel their presence and he looked up and saw that they
looked very different from the Tuaregs. All of them had blue tinted skin and faces covered in strange puzzle-tattoos.
Mumia, once they had been the guards of the Pharaoh giving their lives for him. This Burden had been passed from father to son over these years. They were now still here, long after the last Pharaoh had died. Now their only task was to look over the dead, or more precise the undead. They watched over Imhotep's grave, like they had done all these centuries since the night he had been buried.
The Leader in huge black robes, with dual scimitars across his waist, his face both handsome and horrible, was marred by blue tattoos. Showing off power and calmness was no longer watching the man that staggered off into the open desert.
"Should we kill him?" one of the others asked.
"No, let him find his way. He has no horse and no water." Was his answer, still bound by the picture of a small woman with long red hair that was standing on the other side of the ridge. In his mind he remembered all the stories of the night in which the monster had been buried. And a woman that had talked with the goddess Isis. A Woman with Red hair that would try to save the monster.
End Part 1 of Visionary Kiss II