The Mummy - Chapter four
Title: The Mummy
Author: Mystik
Beta: The fantastic kiraynn
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/character: Dean/Sam
Rating: FRAO
Prompt: Horror
Notes/Warnings: slash, AU. I hope you all like it!
Previous chapters: 01 | 02 | 03
The four men raced through the rooms as the walls shook and threatened to collapse around them at any moment. Sam hugged the dark book to his chest as he brought up the rear, still unable to believe he’d unleashed some actual ghost from the past.
Those things didn’t exist, right?
“Don’t stop there, keep running!” Dean grabbed his wrist to pull him along.
Sam stumbled in his attempt to keep up with Dean and the others, at the same time refusing to let go of the book. The earthquake beneath their feet became more violent as they approached the first chamber and as they made their way out of the small corridor they found the others running towards them.
“They took Lily!” Ava said hysterically. “Out of nowhere skeletons came out of the walls and grabbed her!”
“Just when we found the body of Azazel, the walls started shaking!” Andy added, visibly panicking.
“You found Azazel?” exclaimed Sam, arching both of his eyebrows. He hugged the dark book tighter.
John stepped into the middle of their group to face him, drawing his sword and his colt from their sheaths at his sides. “And thanks to you boy, Azazel is alive again. We have to seal the tomb or finish the ritual before he escapes.”
“But…Lily…” Ava whispered, horrified.
“Answer me this: when you found the body of Azazel, were there four jars situated alongside the coffin?”
“You mean these ones?” Jake wondered aloud, removing one of them from his backpack.
The other two did the same while Gordon just watched from afar.
John thinned his lips. “So this Lily girl had one, too?”
“Yeah, so?”
“I’m sorry,” John’s voice turned cold, “the four of you are dead. Those jars are the mortal remains of Azazel’s original powers and are chockfull of black magic. He will hunt you all down and take your lives as sacrifice so he can restore his abilities.”
“What?!” Ava screeched, throwing her jar onto the floor, “I can’t believe this!”
The ancient glass shattered beneath her feet to mix with the sand. A scream echoed among them and the earthquake suddenly stopped; everybody looked around.
“It stopped.” Andy was the first to manifest the obvious. “Does that mean it’s over?”
“I don’t think so,” said John softly.
Sam sighed and continued to hug the book. He was the one to blame. If anything else happened, he wouldn’t forgive himse--
“Help!”
All heads turned when they heard that scream to see Ava as she gasped and tried frantically to free herself from the sand that had quickly swallowed half of her body. Andy and Jake ran to her side, trying to pull her back.
“What the hell happened?!”
“Some hands grabbed my ankles, they’re trying to pull me down!” shouted Ava, tears glistening in her eyes.
“I told you it didn’t stop,” John stated matter-of-factly. He slipped his weapons into his waistband and hurried over, grabbing her hand to help pull her out.
The sand started to move, swallowing more of Ava’s body at the same time that a shriek could be heard from above them. Sam and Ash looked up to see a terrifyingly thick fog of black beetles quickly approaching.
“We have to move, now!”
“No, please don’t leave me here! Please!” begged Ava, already submerged in the sand up to her chest.
“We won’t leave you here,” John told her firmly. He turned his head to shout at Dean, “distract them!”
The blond nodded in understanding and used his glocks to shoot into the thick fog, causing the insects to release the same shriek as before every time a bullet passed through them. But it wasn’t enough. Sam and Ash started to use their torches as well, the three of them stepping back as the thick fog continued to advance nonetheless.
“No, please, God, I don’t want to die!” Ava cried openly now, grains of sand entering her mouth as she was swallowed further into the ground.
“Ava!” Andy shouted, pain shooting through his hands from the effort and force he used to try to free her.
Suddenly the grasp they had on her slipped and the three men fell backwards onto the ground. Ava’s helpless scream became muffled as the sand entered her mouth and made her choke; then she was completely swallowed and the space where she disappeared was quickly covered by the beetles.
“Ava…” Andy whispered brokenly.
“Run, fuckers! We’ve got to run!” shouted Dean, grabbing Andy’s shoulder to yank him to his feet.
Jake jumped up to follow John and the others. “We have to get out of here!”
“I know a shortcut. Follow me,” John motioned to the other side of the room.
The sound rose as the beetles advanced full force. John rushed them to a small entrance with Ash bringing up the rear. He threw his torch on the ground and the big flames stopped the fog momentarily so that they could see a little bit where they were headed. Despite the semi-darkness of the path in front of them, having no choice they wasted no time and continued to run.
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Both girls cried out in pain as their skin was sliced by the rusted knife. A pair of yellow eyes watched from the shadows of the sacrificial chamber as the man collected the blood pooling from their torn bodies.
“Now…the blood must go to the sigils, and we need the other two to complete the ritual.”
“Yes, my Lord,” Gordon answered. He did as told then glanced sideways at the two agonized girls. “But I’ll need your help to capture them.”
He could practically feel the weight of the smirk from the shadows.
“Very well.”
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“I can’t believe they got Lily and Ava,” mumbled Andy mournfully as they ran.
“Be glad they didn’t get you and Jake,” Ash said.
“Don’t celebrate just yet,” John warned, leading them through the darkened hallway. “They might come for you, too.”
“How do you know so much about Azazel, anyway?” asked Sam, continuing to faithfully hold the book tightly.
“I already said. My clan protected the tomb for generations, stopping Azazel from coming back to life. Many of them died honorably during this duty.” John glared in Sam’s direction. “All was going well until a stupid kid like yourself woke him up.”
“I didn’t know that was a spell! That kind of stuff isn’t supposed to exist!”
“So you’re saying that it’s Sam’s fault both Lily and Ava are gone?” Jake demanded.
“I hope you’re not insinuating what I think you are,” Dean said, his hand firm on his gun.
“Screw you, I’m insinuating just that! If it wasn’t for his damn curiosity they wouldn’t be gone!”
“You’re talking about curiosity? You guys are the ones who wanted to find the tomb of a dead Egyptian priest!” Ash snapped.
“Guys, enough!” Andy shouted, gaining everyone’s surprised attention. He sighed, closing his eyes for a second. “Doesn’t anyone think that we’ve been through enough? We’re running for our lives here and the last thing we need is to fight.”
“He’s right,” John said. “Besides, that same book has a spell that can send Azazel back from where he came from. Or so I’ve been told.”
“That’s great! See, we don’t have to worry so much. We can res--”
His words cut short as he started to cough, blood dripping steadily from his parted lips. All of them watched in horror as a hand - ugly, distorted and old - trespassed through Andy’s stomach. He moaned weakly.
“Andy!” Jake shouted in horror, rushing towards him.
The hand yanked Andy’s body up against the wall, and the stone started to literally swallow him. It was Ava all over again. They rushed to him to attempt to break the young man free from the hold. Andy cried out in agony, the blood running freely from his mouth and stomach.
“God, he’s gonna die!”
“Sam, start looking for that freaking spell, because we could use it now,” Ash quickly suggested as he helped the others try to pull Andy free.
Sam nodded numbly. He opened the book and flipped hastily through the pages, frantically trying to find something, anything, that he could do to reverse the earlier incantation. His Egyptian was rusty but he could make it. He just knew it.
He felt a gust of wind around his ankles as he started softly reading the words in front of him, trying to find the right ones. Suddenly a small tornado of sand appeared, gaining strength and intensity as it danced in their exact direction.
Sam yelped in surprise and dropped the book to the floor. The sand stopped in it’s tracks, a horrible face forming on it‘s surface and it looked directly at Sam as if studying him.
“What the fuck?” shouted Dean, letting go of Andy to head towards Sam.
“Helo…” whispered the sand in a dark voice that sent shivers down the librarian’s spine.
“Hey fucker, over here!” Dean aimed and shot at the tornado.
A horrible scream echoed in the corridor and then the wall swallowed Andy, the blood loss he’d already suffered having turned his skin to a deathly white.
“Run, now!” John demanded, drawing his sword.
As they started moving again the wind picking up the pace, the sand raising around them making the path difficult to see. A pair of sandy hands erupted from the storm and caught Jake’s legs making the young man fall. He screamed, trying in vain to free himself as the remaining men tried to grab him, but in mere seconds he was dragged in and fully swallowed by the sand.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” cursed Dean, shooting the storm just on principle.
“John,” Sam stopped next to the black-clad man, “who’s Helo?”
John eyes widened. “Where did you hear that?”
“The face in the sand, whatever it was, called me it…”
“We’ve got to get out of here, boy.” He gripped his arm painfully. “Helo is the name of the pharaoh’s son that Azazel was going to sacrifice when he was arrested.”
Sam gasped. John just nodded, reaffirming his point. He forcibly dragged Sam to get him to move again.
And that was when all hell broke loose.
The walls began to shake and fall apart, threatening to bury them alive. The sand was rising even higher to the point that it was almost covering their bodies. The group pushed themselves to run faster than before, desperate to get out of that chamber and into open air. Not soon enough for their liking they saw a glimpse of light at the distance.
Finally an exit.
“Thank God, ” sighed Ash.
Sam was breathing heavily as he ran along with the three men, wanting nothing more than to get out of there. He considered himself a man with no regrets but right at that moment he cursed his eternal curiosity that had sent four people to death.
“We’re out!” shouted Dean as he moved faster.
They passed through the exit, and immediately breathed in the hot, humid air of the desert. Sam stopped to regain his breath before straightening his back. He held up a hand to prevent the sun from coming in direct contact with his eyes.
“I can’t believe we made out of there,” Ash gasped, plopping down onto the warm sand.
“Me neither,” Sam agreed, “it’s too good to be true.”
A second later it became evident that he’d said those words too soon. The wind picked up, slowly rising the sand around them before forming a huge storm.
“Fuck!” cursed Dean, taking a step back away from it.
They started running again, moving through the ruins as the sand storm chased them like a wild animal hunting its prey.
“Why he’s coming after us?” he shouted to John as he ran beside him.
“I have no idea, but we have to leave this site!”
“Wait! Dean!”
The soldier stopped in his tracks at the shout and spun around. He widened his eyes upon seeing the sand storm transform again into a distorted face, the huge hand that was firmly wrapped around Sam’s ankles pulling him towards it.
“Sam!” He darted back and grabbed his arms.
They both fell onto the slippery sand, their combined weight continued to be dragged to the exit they’d used to came out of the tomb as though it was nothing. Dean desperately tightened his grip on Sam’s arms.
“Please, don’t let go of me,” Sam whispered, his short nails raking the blond’s arms.
“I won’t,” Dean whispered back.
John and Ash rushed back to them and grabbed Dean by the legs, trying to help him pull Sam from the sand. The distorted face screamed, the horrible sound making Dean want to cover his ears but he wouldn’t let go of Sam. Not a chance.
“Helo…” growled the face, pulling Sam even further into the depths of it’s form.
“Damn it, he’s strong,” John cursed through gritted teeth.
The face screamed once again and Sam winced, his nails digging deeper into Dean’s skin. He looked at the soldier with a weak smile. “I don’t want to see you hurt.”
Dean widened his eyes in realization.
Sam smiled once more then let go of his arms and was quickly yanked into the entrance of the tomb.
“Sam!” screamed Dean, standing up and running after him.
As he neared the entrance the walls shook and large stones fell to completely block the passage permanently. Dean cursed out loud. He punched the rocks and didn’t even care about the burst of pain he felt across his knuckles. Sam was gone and he’d let it happen.
“Damn it!” Dean straightened and turned around to face the other men. “Do you know of any other entrance?”
“There’s the way that all of you entered before,” John answered coolly. “What are you planning to do without the book that can kill Azazel for good?”
“Actually…” Ash started, opening his jacket to reveal the leathered, dark book, “I nabbed this when my clumsy little brother let it fall.”
Dean smirked and pat Ash on the shoulder. “Awesome. Now we can go.”
“Again, what are you planning to do, boy?”
Dean pulled out his glock to load it with new bullets. He smiled dangerously. “I’m going to pump that motherfucking mummy with holes and then take Sam out of there. Just watch me.”
TBC
Author: Mystik
Beta: The fantastic kiraynn
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/character: Dean/Sam
Rating: FRAO
Prompt: Horror
Notes/Warnings: slash, AU. I hope you all like it!
Previous chapters: 01 | 02 | 03
The four men raced through the rooms as the walls shook and threatened to collapse around them at any moment. Sam hugged the dark book to his chest as he brought up the rear, still unable to believe he’d unleashed some actual ghost from the past.
Those things didn’t exist, right?
“Don’t stop there, keep running!” Dean grabbed his wrist to pull him along.
Sam stumbled in his attempt to keep up with Dean and the others, at the same time refusing to let go of the book. The earthquake beneath their feet became more violent as they approached the first chamber and as they made their way out of the small corridor they found the others running towards them.
“They took Lily!” Ava said hysterically. “Out of nowhere skeletons came out of the walls and grabbed her!”
“Just when we found the body of Azazel, the walls started shaking!” Andy added, visibly panicking.
“You found Azazel?” exclaimed Sam, arching both of his eyebrows. He hugged the dark book tighter.
John stepped into the middle of their group to face him, drawing his sword and his colt from their sheaths at his sides. “And thanks to you boy, Azazel is alive again. We have to seal the tomb or finish the ritual before he escapes.”
“But…Lily…” Ava whispered, horrified.
“Answer me this: when you found the body of Azazel, were there four jars situated alongside the coffin?”
“You mean these ones?” Jake wondered aloud, removing one of them from his backpack.
The other two did the same while Gordon just watched from afar.
John thinned his lips. “So this Lily girl had one, too?”
“Yeah, so?”
“I’m sorry,” John’s voice turned cold, “the four of you are dead. Those jars are the mortal remains of Azazel’s original powers and are chockfull of black magic. He will hunt you all down and take your lives as sacrifice so he can restore his abilities.”
“What?!” Ava screeched, throwing her jar onto the floor, “I can’t believe this!”
The ancient glass shattered beneath her feet to mix with the sand. A scream echoed among them and the earthquake suddenly stopped; everybody looked around.
“It stopped.” Andy was the first to manifest the obvious. “Does that mean it’s over?”
“I don’t think so,” said John softly.
Sam sighed and continued to hug the book. He was the one to blame. If anything else happened, he wouldn’t forgive himse--
“Help!”
All heads turned when they heard that scream to see Ava as she gasped and tried frantically to free herself from the sand that had quickly swallowed half of her body. Andy and Jake ran to her side, trying to pull her back.
“What the hell happened?!”
“Some hands grabbed my ankles, they’re trying to pull me down!” shouted Ava, tears glistening in her eyes.
“I told you it didn’t stop,” John stated matter-of-factly. He slipped his weapons into his waistband and hurried over, grabbing her hand to help pull her out.
The sand started to move, swallowing more of Ava’s body at the same time that a shriek could be heard from above them. Sam and Ash looked up to see a terrifyingly thick fog of black beetles quickly approaching.
“We have to move, now!”
“No, please don’t leave me here! Please!” begged Ava, already submerged in the sand up to her chest.
“We won’t leave you here,” John told her firmly. He turned his head to shout at Dean, “distract them!”
The blond nodded in understanding and used his glocks to shoot into the thick fog, causing the insects to release the same shriek as before every time a bullet passed through them. But it wasn’t enough. Sam and Ash started to use their torches as well, the three of them stepping back as the thick fog continued to advance nonetheless.
“No, please, God, I don’t want to die!” Ava cried openly now, grains of sand entering her mouth as she was swallowed further into the ground.
“Ava!” Andy shouted, pain shooting through his hands from the effort and force he used to try to free her.
Suddenly the grasp they had on her slipped and the three men fell backwards onto the ground. Ava’s helpless scream became muffled as the sand entered her mouth and made her choke; then she was completely swallowed and the space where she disappeared was quickly covered by the beetles.
“Ava…” Andy whispered brokenly.
“Run, fuckers! We’ve got to run!” shouted Dean, grabbing Andy’s shoulder to yank him to his feet.
Jake jumped up to follow John and the others. “We have to get out of here!”
“I know a shortcut. Follow me,” John motioned to the other side of the room.
The sound rose as the beetles advanced full force. John rushed them to a small entrance with Ash bringing up the rear. He threw his torch on the ground and the big flames stopped the fog momentarily so that they could see a little bit where they were headed. Despite the semi-darkness of the path in front of them, having no choice they wasted no time and continued to run.
-----
Both girls cried out in pain as their skin was sliced by the rusted knife. A pair of yellow eyes watched from the shadows of the sacrificial chamber as the man collected the blood pooling from their torn bodies.
“Now…the blood must go to the sigils, and we need the other two to complete the ritual.”
“Yes, my Lord,” Gordon answered. He did as told then glanced sideways at the two agonized girls. “But I’ll need your help to capture them.”
He could practically feel the weight of the smirk from the shadows.
“Very well.”
-----
“I can’t believe they got Lily and Ava,” mumbled Andy mournfully as they ran.
“Be glad they didn’t get you and Jake,” Ash said.
“Don’t celebrate just yet,” John warned, leading them through the darkened hallway. “They might come for you, too.”
“How do you know so much about Azazel, anyway?” asked Sam, continuing to faithfully hold the book tightly.
“I already said. My clan protected the tomb for generations, stopping Azazel from coming back to life. Many of them died honorably during this duty.” John glared in Sam’s direction. “All was going well until a stupid kid like yourself woke him up.”
“I didn’t know that was a spell! That kind of stuff isn’t supposed to exist!”
“So you’re saying that it’s Sam’s fault both Lily and Ava are gone?” Jake demanded.
“I hope you’re not insinuating what I think you are,” Dean said, his hand firm on his gun.
“Screw you, I’m insinuating just that! If it wasn’t for his damn curiosity they wouldn’t be gone!”
“You’re talking about curiosity? You guys are the ones who wanted to find the tomb of a dead Egyptian priest!” Ash snapped.
“Guys, enough!” Andy shouted, gaining everyone’s surprised attention. He sighed, closing his eyes for a second. “Doesn’t anyone think that we’ve been through enough? We’re running for our lives here and the last thing we need is to fight.”
“He’s right,” John said. “Besides, that same book has a spell that can send Azazel back from where he came from. Or so I’ve been told.”
“That’s great! See, we don’t have to worry so much. We can res--”
His words cut short as he started to cough, blood dripping steadily from his parted lips. All of them watched in horror as a hand - ugly, distorted and old - trespassed through Andy’s stomach. He moaned weakly.
“Andy!” Jake shouted in horror, rushing towards him.
The hand yanked Andy’s body up against the wall, and the stone started to literally swallow him. It was Ava all over again. They rushed to him to attempt to break the young man free from the hold. Andy cried out in agony, the blood running freely from his mouth and stomach.
“God, he’s gonna die!”
“Sam, start looking for that freaking spell, because we could use it now,” Ash quickly suggested as he helped the others try to pull Andy free.
Sam nodded numbly. He opened the book and flipped hastily through the pages, frantically trying to find something, anything, that he could do to reverse the earlier incantation. His Egyptian was rusty but he could make it. He just knew it.
He felt a gust of wind around his ankles as he started softly reading the words in front of him, trying to find the right ones. Suddenly a small tornado of sand appeared, gaining strength and intensity as it danced in their exact direction.
Sam yelped in surprise and dropped the book to the floor. The sand stopped in it’s tracks, a horrible face forming on it‘s surface and it looked directly at Sam as if studying him.
“What the fuck?” shouted Dean, letting go of Andy to head towards Sam.
“Helo…” whispered the sand in a dark voice that sent shivers down the librarian’s spine.
“Hey fucker, over here!” Dean aimed and shot at the tornado.
A horrible scream echoed in the corridor and then the wall swallowed Andy, the blood loss he’d already suffered having turned his skin to a deathly white.
“Run, now!” John demanded, drawing his sword.
As they started moving again the wind picking up the pace, the sand raising around them making the path difficult to see. A pair of sandy hands erupted from the storm and caught Jake’s legs making the young man fall. He screamed, trying in vain to free himself as the remaining men tried to grab him, but in mere seconds he was dragged in and fully swallowed by the sand.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” cursed Dean, shooting the storm just on principle.
“John,” Sam stopped next to the black-clad man, “who’s Helo?”
John eyes widened. “Where did you hear that?”
“The face in the sand, whatever it was, called me it…”
“We’ve got to get out of here, boy.” He gripped his arm painfully. “Helo is the name of the pharaoh’s son that Azazel was going to sacrifice when he was arrested.”
Sam gasped. John just nodded, reaffirming his point. He forcibly dragged Sam to get him to move again.
And that was when all hell broke loose.
The walls began to shake and fall apart, threatening to bury them alive. The sand was rising even higher to the point that it was almost covering their bodies. The group pushed themselves to run faster than before, desperate to get out of that chamber and into open air. Not soon enough for their liking they saw a glimpse of light at the distance.
Finally an exit.
“Thank God, ” sighed Ash.
Sam was breathing heavily as he ran along with the three men, wanting nothing more than to get out of there. He considered himself a man with no regrets but right at that moment he cursed his eternal curiosity that had sent four people to death.
“We’re out!” shouted Dean as he moved faster.
They passed through the exit, and immediately breathed in the hot, humid air of the desert. Sam stopped to regain his breath before straightening his back. He held up a hand to prevent the sun from coming in direct contact with his eyes.
“I can’t believe we made out of there,” Ash gasped, plopping down onto the warm sand.
“Me neither,” Sam agreed, “it’s too good to be true.”
A second later it became evident that he’d said those words too soon. The wind picked up, slowly rising the sand around them before forming a huge storm.
“Fuck!” cursed Dean, taking a step back away from it.
They started running again, moving through the ruins as the sand storm chased them like a wild animal hunting its prey.
“Why he’s coming after us?” he shouted to John as he ran beside him.
“I have no idea, but we have to leave this site!”
“Wait! Dean!”
The soldier stopped in his tracks at the shout and spun around. He widened his eyes upon seeing the sand storm transform again into a distorted face, the huge hand that was firmly wrapped around Sam’s ankles pulling him towards it.
“Sam!” He darted back and grabbed his arms.
They both fell onto the slippery sand, their combined weight continued to be dragged to the exit they’d used to came out of the tomb as though it was nothing. Dean desperately tightened his grip on Sam’s arms.
“Please, don’t let go of me,” Sam whispered, his short nails raking the blond’s arms.
“I won’t,” Dean whispered back.
John and Ash rushed back to them and grabbed Dean by the legs, trying to help him pull Sam from the sand. The distorted face screamed, the horrible sound making Dean want to cover his ears but he wouldn’t let go of Sam. Not a chance.
“Helo…” growled the face, pulling Sam even further into the depths of it’s form.
“Damn it, he’s strong,” John cursed through gritted teeth.
The face screamed once again and Sam winced, his nails digging deeper into Dean’s skin. He looked at the soldier with a weak smile. “I don’t want to see you hurt.”
Dean widened his eyes in realization.
Sam smiled once more then let go of his arms and was quickly yanked into the entrance of the tomb.
“Sam!” screamed Dean, standing up and running after him.
As he neared the entrance the walls shook and large stones fell to completely block the passage permanently. Dean cursed out loud. He punched the rocks and didn’t even care about the burst of pain he felt across his knuckles. Sam was gone and he’d let it happen.
“Damn it!” Dean straightened and turned around to face the other men. “Do you know of any other entrance?”
“There’s the way that all of you entered before,” John answered coolly. “What are you planning to do without the book that can kill Azazel for good?”
“Actually…” Ash started, opening his jacket to reveal the leathered, dark book, “I nabbed this when my clumsy little brother let it fall.”
Dean smirked and pat Ash on the shoulder. “Awesome. Now we can go.”
“Again, what are you planning to do, boy?”
Dean pulled out his glock to load it with new bullets. He smiled dangerously. “I’m going to pump that motherfucking mummy with holes and then take Sam out of there. Just watch me.”
TBC