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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of the Mummy, I�m just borrowing them to play with.
Alone � Chapter 2.
Jonathan felt the sharp, metal tip of the knife press into the soft skin of his throat; the unspoken threat broadcasted loud and clear. He winced as he felt a slight increase in the pressure of the blade from the man who held him, which meant that it cut into his flesh. A thin dribble of warm blood ran down his neck to be soaked into the collar of his shirt. Jonathan desperately put his right hand up to grab onto the arm of the man, trying to arrest any further forward momentum of the knife. For a second he expected to feel bladblade slice through his throat like a warm knife through butter. He wouldn�t be the first foreigner to have wondered into the wrong part of Cairo and to have ended up lying in a gutter, robbed with his throat cut. In fact such a fate would have appealed to Jonathan�s sense of humour if it weren�t for the harsh reality of the situation, to have survived the supernatural perils of Hamunaptra only to fall victim to street robbers. Then much to his relief he felt the pressure of the knife lesson. It was still held to his throat, but it was no longer drawing blood. The man who held him began to pull him backwards and with no choice Jonathan let himself be dragged along.
As he was dragged back into the darkness of the nearest alleyway Jonathan became aware of another man following them. He supposed it was the mysterious figure that had whistled out of the shadows to signal for his capture. However, for the moment the other man stayut out of his sight just off to the left, the grip the first man had on him prevented Jonathan from turning his head to look. Just then the man holding him stopped and the knife disappeared from Jonathan�s throat. He could feel the man reaching behind himself, the sound of fingers scrabbling against a wooden latch. Jonathan realised that he was going to be taken in off the street, into some sort of building and he had the sense to know that that was not a good thing. At least out here on the street there was a chance that someone might come along and rescue him, or at least scare his attackers off. It was also possible that he�d be able to slip out of his captor�s grasp and get away, but he didn�t think that would be a possibility if he found himself in an enclosed space with the two men. So Jonathan tried to seize his chance when he felt the hand covering his mouth relax slightly. He managed to open his mouth and bite down on the man�s fingers as hard as he could. Jonathan tried to ignore the disgust he felt at the thought of the stinking, obviously dirty, flesh in his mouth, and then the taste of the other man�s blood as he broke the skin. The effect was immediate, the man holding him howled in pain and let him go, thrusting Jonathan away from himself unbalancing him slightly. Jonathan didn�t need an invitation, he whirled away for his attacker, but just as he steadied himself and prepared to run he felt a jarring blow to his head. It seemed that the second, unseen man carried a weapon or stick of some kind that he used to smack Jonathan in the side of his head. The blow stunned Jonathan making him feel nauseous, his whole world seemed to be spinning around him, out of control. He knew he had to get away and that this would be his only chance but his legs refused to obey him. They wobbled under him and he felt himself fall heavily against the wall, and slowly slide down to the ground. Jonathan could hear his breathing coming in short, sharp gasps as he tried to remain conscious, his vision rapidly greying around the edges. As if from a distance he could hear someone cursing in Arabic and then a second voice barking out sharp commands for silence. That second voice seemed vaguely familiar to Jonathat het he couldn�t grab hold of the thought in his brain, it skipped away like just about every other coherent thought in there. His eyesight was blurred but he was aware of a large figure bending over him, hands roughly grabbing onto him and pulling him upright. Before his consciousness finally fled Jonathan felt himself being lifted up and hoisted over someone�s shoulder like a sack of grain.
The next thing Jonathan was aware of was someone slapping his face, none too gently either. With a grunt he pulled his face away and immediately had to swallow down the bitter sting of bile as it rose up in his throat. He groaned and winced as the sound sent waves of pain through his head. A harsh voice sounded from above him as he felt himself slapped again,
"Come on open your eyes I know you�re awake Carnahan!"
Damn, Jonathan recognised that voice James Holden. Jonathan had fleeced Holden out of some cash during a game of poker a couple of days before he�d met O�Connell. Admittedly Jonathan had bent the rules a little to ensure he�d wut hut he�d done it to teach Holden a lesson as much as to get his hands on his money. Holden was renowned as a bad loser, he had an overbearing character, thinking he was so much better then everyone else, and Jonathan couldn�t bare people like that and so he�d taken it upon himself to take Holden down a peg or two. He�d known thatden den had been fuming when he�d lost to Jonathan and Jonathan had known it wouldn�t take him long to figure out that he�d cheated. That was he�d e�d met O�Connell and relieved him of the key. Jonathan had been lying low trying to keep out of Holden�s way, and had met O�Connell in a bar he�d not frequented before. Now it seemed that Holden had tracked him down, and it seemed he still bore a grudge. However, in one sense Jonathan was relieved, if this had been a street robbery he would have been in uncharted waters, but he was pretty sure he�d be able to handle Holden. Slowly and carefully Jonathan opened his eyes and putting on his best, most disarming smile said,
"Hello Jamie old boy was there something you wanted?"
Upon opening his eyes Jonathan found he was in a small, dirty storeroom. There were some sacks and barrels staked up in one corner and a table and a couple of chairs off to one side of a heavy wooden door. There didn�t seem to be any windows, the only light coming from an old oil lamp and several candles. The lack of ventilation made the air in the room stuffy, heavy with a smell of something rotten. Jonathan was lying on the dirt floor of the room and standing off to one side of him was a huge Egyptian. He was scowling at Jonathan and by his hastily bandaged hand Jonatguesguessed this was the knife man. Just settling himself into one of the chairs by the table was Holden. He was several inches taller than Jonathan with a bigger, more thickset build. He was in his forties, his black hair beginning to grey at the temples and thin out on the top. He always seemed to have a permanent sneer on his face that was evident now as he looked at Jonathan as he lay on the floor. Not wanting to be in a position where Holden could look down on him literally, Jonathan began to push himself upright,
"Ah, ah, ah Carnahan I think I prefer you down there where you belong." Holden sneered.
With one hand he signaled his accomplice and before he d avd avoid it Jonathan gasped in pain as the Egyptian gave him a kick to his stomach. Jonathan spent the next minute or two concentrating on merely getting oxygen into his winded body, while he lay curled up on himself. Finally able to talk again he didn�t make the mistake of trying to get up again, but he looked over to Holden and prayed he could talk his way out of this.
"Look Jamie I can tell you�re a little upset, but if this is about the money I can pay you back. I�ve been lucky and ah�come into a bit of a windfall so�"
Jonathan didn�t get any further before Holden interrupted him,
"Shut up!" He shouted, his voice sounding vicious. "Do you really think this is about the money? Damn the money I don�t care about that. This is about you making me look like a fool, you cheated me in front of half of Cairo, made me a laughing stock, you didn�t think I was going to let you get away with that did you?"
Beginning to get seriously worried about the situation now Jonathan tried once more to placate the furious man in front of him,
"I�m sure no one was�" Once again Holden didn�t let him get any further.
"I don�t want to hear it Carnahan. I�ve been waiting for this moment, I didn�t think I�d get the chance when you disappeared off into the desert, but you made the mistake of coming back here. Now you�re mine, and now I�m going to make you pay, and I�m going to enjoy every minute of it."
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