Visionary Kiss I & II & III

Visionary Kiss II Part 3

INT. CURATOR'S OFFICE - DAY

The Curator was sitting at his desk, staring though a jeweler's eyepiece at the little box, that was the key to Imhotep. Not a sound could be heard as he examined
it. Evelyn was hovering behind him, excited. While Willow was looking out of the window, she was too nervous, and they would see it in her eyes.

There was one little black spot that danced around the green depths of her eyes, fed by her emotions. She needed to regain control so that she could make sure
that nothing could go wrong.

The room was full of books and more books and on a few tables laid several artifacts. Which should have made it a pleasant room for people like Evelyn and Willow
but this was not the case.

"See the cartouche there, it's the official royal seal of Seti the First, I'm sure of it." Evelyn said as Willow finally tuned towards her, giving her best smile to show her support.

"Perhaps." Was all the little Arabian man said. But there was something else in the voice. Something that made the witch walk over to the table. It was the same
thing that made Jonathan lean in from across the desk.

"Two questions. Who the hell was Seti the First? And was he rich?" His mind could work only work in terms of wealth, so it was no wonder that he only got
pitying looks from all three.

"He was the last Pharaoh of the Old Kingdom, said to be the wealthiest Pharaoh of them all." This caused Willow to get a little wicked smile. She could not stop thinking that this had been really the wealthiest one, at least he had been until he was killed.

"Alright, good, that's good. I like this fellow, like him very much."

"It's known that he hated people that touched what was his." The witch could not help adding, but at the strange look from the Curator, she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

She watched the way the man picked up the map. Something was really odd about it, she just could not put her finger on what it was.

"I've already dated it. This map is almost four thousand years old. And the hieratics over here...." Evey again started inhaling deep. "It's Hamunaptra."

Willow smiled at her friend. She always knew that she was a smart one and now she knew that she was a really smart one. At the same time the curator froze, suddenly very nervous, to only seconds later to recover.

"My dear girl, don't be ridiculous, we are scholars, not treasure hunters. Hamunaptra is a myth."

"Are we talking about the Hamunaptra?" Jonathan asked to get not only one answer.

"Yes. The City of The Dead. Where the early Pharaohs were said to have hidden the wealth of Egypt." Willow watched the curator as she said that. Seeing his eyes
almost popping out.

"Right, right, in a big underground treasure chamber. Everybody knows the story. The entire necropolis was rigged to sink into the sand. On Pharaoh's command by
a flick of the switch! And the whole place could disappear beneath the dunes." Evey did not notice what was going on around her as she ended her little lesson
in history. "All we know is that the city mysteriously vanished around 2,134 B.C."

So the redhead was the only one that watched how the Curator held the map closer to the burning lamp, as if he would need more light to read it.

"As the Americans would say: it's all fairy tales and hokum." Saying this he moved even closer to the open flame 'accidentally,' which made the map immediately
catch fire. Not even trying to put it out, he threw it onto the floor.

Jonathan dropped to his knees, hitting the paper again and again with his open hands to stop the fire. Then lifted it up after the last flame had died. He and all the others saw that the left third of the map was now missing.

"You burned it! You burned off the part with the lost city!" he screamed already seeing his dreams of gold and other values flow down the Nile.

"It's for the best. I'm sure. Many men have wasted their lives in the foolish pursuit of Hamunaptra. No one has ever found it. Most have never returned. So what makes you think that you could do it with these two women." Came the dismissive answer.

"You destroyed my map." Jonathan looked ready to cry, his lips trembling, he shook his head.

"I'm sure it was a fake, anyway, I'm surprised at you, Miss Carnarvon, to be so easily fooled." He reached with is hairy hand out to grab the box/key, to be stopped by Evelyn, who was quicker. She then grabbed her brother and leaved the office.

The Curator was angry, but all this anger was nothing to the feeling that hit him as he looked up at the woman that was still in his office, standing beside him.

"Is there not enough work for you to do." he had wanted to say more but fear made him stop, he looked into the darkest eyes that he had ever seen.

"Be glad this is your lucky day. There is something really important that I have to take care of instead of dealing with you for that little stunt that you pulled." the angry witch growled. "And you are a bigger fool than I originally thought if you think we will not use this chance."


EXT. CAIRO PRISON _ GALLOWS COURTYARD _ DAY

The prison of Cairo was one of the worse hell holes on earth. Every lowlife form or most of them could be found here. It not only looked like some sort of big garbage dump, but it smelled like one too.

It was shortly after the sun had been on her highest point that the warden, a first rate scumbag himself, escorted Jonathan, with Evelyn and Willow on each of his sides across the gallows courtyard.

It looked like all the Prison inmates seem to come out of their holes to watched the little group from the windows, balconies and roof. All the while making ugly comments about the ideas some of them had, which did nothing for the feeling of safety or lack there of.

Lng ong over Evey whispered into her brother's ear, "You told me you found it on a dig down in Thebes!"

"I was mistaken." Was his answer, which made clear that he not even would try to tell her anything else.

"...lied to me!" Was all that Willow could hear and she smirked at this conversation. Knowing that this would be better than TV, one thing that she really missed. She kept her eyes moving, searching and making sure that she would be ready to react if somebody tried something.

"I lie to everybody, what makes you so special?"

"I'm your sister." Came it again from Evey, but this time it was not longer a whisper, she more screamed it.

"That just makes you more gullible."

"You stole it from a drunk at the local Casbah?!"

"Actually it was more like, picked his pocket."

EXT. VISITORS PEN - DAY

Finally they had made their way through the prison yard and the wa ush ushered them into the holding pen. Willow had to smile. She already knew what was waiting
for them and she was not a woman raised in this time period,she she was not afraid of all the men and all the other things she would see soon.

"What is he in prison for?" Evelyn asked. Still afraid, but also curious about the man that had found something so important.

"I don't know, so when I heard that you were coming, I asked him that myself." The dirty man said, giving her a load of his bad breath.

"Andt dit did he say?" now it was Willow turn to be curious.

"He said...he was just looking for a good time." In this moment the cell door burst open, the loud noise made them all jump. And there in chains and being dragged by four guards was Rick O'Connell.

They watched as he was shoved up to the cell bars, and that made his face look distorted. From the looks of it he had been in this place for quite awhile. His face was half hidden by long dirty hair, a scraggly beard and many new bruises, matched by a few that had already started to heal, but were still visible.

"But he's just a filthy criminal?"

Willow could see Evey's disgusted looks, she made clear that she was not pleased by his appearance. But the Witch could still see the man that had fought for his and the lives of so many and so she just smiled down at him. Happy that he was still alive and this making her a step closer to Imhotep.

"Way to go, Evey." The red head giggled, sometimes, the British woman reminded her of long lost friends. Some she missed and others she did not.

Now it was O'Connell that gave Evelyn the once over, after he had finished, he glanced for a moment at Willow, to see that she was not looking at him like he
was a lower being. He sent her a quick wink her way, to then look at Jonathan.

"So who's the broad?" came over the bruised lips that curled into a smirk.

"Broad?!" said both women with the voice of one, only the Witch giggled.

"She's my sister, actually."

"Yeah? Well...I'm sure she's not a total loss."


End Visionary Kiss II Part 3