Indiana Jones and the Golden Death


	Indiana Jones and the Golden Death Chapter 3: Dark Encounters

Sunlight hit Indy's face and woke him up. Morning amnesia momentarily made him forget where he was. Then, when his wits came instantly about him, he remembered Drake, Drake's father, Arrias, Clarence pulling a gun on him, and the hotel.
Clarence, sleeping, or rather snoring, on the floor in a sleeping bag next to Indy's bed reassured him. He looked over at Drake who was hiking up the window curtains. "Up and at 'em," he said uncheerfully.
"You're up early," Indy grunted. Clarence's escalated snoring accentuated Indy's point.
"We gotta find the guys who killed my father, remember?" Drake said, agitated.
"In due time," Indy said, leaning up in his bed now.
"What do you mean 'in due time'!?" Drake asked, raising his voice. "If it was left up to me, we wouldn't have slept last night!"
"Well, I guess that's just the difference between you and me," Indy said. "Trust me. Whoever these Dark Destroyers are, they must know that we're not dead. They'll come to find us." Drake was silent. Indy got out of bed and put on his shirt and pants. "Besides," he added, "that works well enough for me. I don't have a clue as to where we should start looking." Indy walked toward the bathroom door, opened it, looked inside, and sighed. "I wonder if this place even has hot water," he said as he disappeared into the bathroom.
Drake sat on the bed for awhile, thinking. His father was dead. The idea was conceivable for him, but the impact wasn't. It hurt him to just sit there. He wanted to get out and reap his revenge. The grieving would come later. He shook his head of the idea. "Don't think about it just yet," he said to himself. He needed a diversion. He got up and nudged Clarence, who was still sleeping soundly under the sleeping bag. "Uhf," he said.
"Up," said Drake in response.
"Effummah," Drake mumbled in a half-sleep daze.
"Get up you smelly oaf!" Drake yelled. "You get the shower next."
"Humph," Clarence said as he raised up like a half-dead man. "Man," he said, "I had the weirdest dream..."
"Yeah, whatever."

Indy enjoyed hot showers. Pity there was none to be found in this wretched excuse for an inn. A bath would have to do.
After about 5 minutes, when he figured he had been in the tub long enough, he got out, dried off, put his clothes on and walked back into the bedroom. He didn't bother to close the door so the steam could vent out. He saw both Drake and Clarence sitting on the bed looking blaze'.
"What's the matter?" Indy asked. The door closed behind him. He saw two men in normal street clothes, save for a red sash on their foreheads, pointing knives at him. "Who are you?" Indy inquired, uneasy.
"These are two of the goons who murdered my father!" Drake yelled.
"That's enough from you!" the big one demanded. "We, Dr. Jones, are the ones who have been here before time was time. It is now our duty to end it," he said threateningly.
"The Dark Destroyers," Indy said hesitantly.
"Correct," the big goon said. "Your time has now come." He approached Indy with the knife before him.
'What do these jerks want with me?' Indy thought. 'And what do they have to do with the Dragon of the Sun, or Drake's father's death?' Questions needed answers. Questions like: "How am I going to get out of this one?". There was only one way to resolve the situation from his standpoint: fighting.
Indy braced himself to dodge. The goon stayed wary to Indy's movement. Finally, the goon swung at Indy. Good. Just what he needed. Indy dodged the clumsy lunge and smashed the goon in the back of the head with his elbow. Then the other goon began to advance. Indy grabbed him and pinned him in a headlock as soon as he lunged. Indy forced the knife out of his hand and threw him toward the other goon. Now with only one of them armed, his chances got better. No sooner was he ready for another attack when both Drake and Clarence grabbed the goons from behind. Clarence made quick work of his by smashing a liquor bottle over the goon's head. He fell limply to the floor. Drake didn't have as much luck. He had attacked the one with the knife, and his arm had been slashed when he grabbed him. When the goon was busy with Drake, Indy kicked him in the back with enough force to launch him into the wall and knock him out. "You did good," Indy said, huffing.
The two goons awoke to find themselves tied to the bedpost. Indy was tending to Drake's wound. "It's not bad," he said. "But the scar will probably be permanent."
"Fine," Drake said. He looked over at the goons. Indy looked, too, and found them conscious. Indy walked to them.
"Alright," he said, looming over them like a despotic tyrant, "what's this business with the Dragon of the Sun?"
"We'll never talk to you," they said.
"Fine," Indy said. "But what about him? Will you talk to him?" He motioned towards Drake. "This guy would like nothing more than to gut you both," he said threateningly. Drake smiled sadistically at them, catching Indy's drift. Both goons looked worried. They were obviously undisciplined.
"There is a cave in the mountains," one of them said. "You will find your answers there."
"What if I don't feel like going there?" Indy said. The goon who had talked growled. He didn't want to reveal the secrets, but he knew he had to to live.
"Spanish missionaries once held a strange golden idol because it struck fear in the hearts of the natives here," the goon said. The other goon nudged him--he was revealing to much. Yet he continued, "It was this strange respect and worship for the idol that gave the Spanish dogs power over the natives."
Indy's face went from contempt to astonishment. He knew what they were talking about, but he didn't think it was called the Dragon of the Sun. "The cave," Indy said, "where is it?"
"Look in my pocket," the goon said. Indy quickly picked a piece of paper from the goon's pocket and unfolded it. It was a map. Indy stuffed it in his own pocket.
Indy untied the goons and told them to leave. On their way out, they paused and looked at Clarence briefly.
"We're going to this cave," Indy said as the goons left.
"You're just gonna let them leave!?" Drake asked furiously.
"Yes," Indy said. "Clarence," he said. Clarence looked spaced. "Clarence!" Indy said again, louder. Clarence snapped from his daze.
"Yeah," he said.
"You stay here," Indy demanded.
"Fine," Clarence said with consent. "I'm only getting paid to fly you around, anyway. I don't need to get dragged along on any more of your danged adventures. Besides, I've had enough action for one day," he said, glancing at the shards of his liquor bottle on the floor.
Indy said nothing as he left the room with Drake--he was growing more and more impatient to unravel the mystery and find evidence of the Dragon of the Sun.
After the two had left the small hotel room, Clarence crawled back into his cot. He thought he could get a drink later, but for some reason, he felt the strangest urge to go to bed...
In his dreams, Clarence was pushing his way through thick jungle. Behind him, he saw smoke. Ahead of him, rising above the treetops, he saw what appeared to be an ancient pyramid--except for the fact that it was carved out of a mountain.
He tried to turn and head back towards the smoke. He had no liking for the ancient ruins that Indiana always seemed to be drawn to--he always felt as if they were about to collapse in on him, often to Indy's dismay. Clarence TRIED to turn, but strangely, his feet kept pushing their way through the jungle, towards the mountain-pyramid. He became very scared, and began to sweat in his sleep. As he drew closer to the looming natural pyramid, he noticed something odd: though it was a bright day in the jungle, the single archway entrance into the pyramid was dark--completely and utterly dark.
He tried harder to move in a different direction, he strained until he felt his muscles were about to burst, but it was to no avail. He looked frantically around for something to grab on to.
The pyramid came closer.
He looked around...
The pyramid was directly in front of him now.
He looked around...and he noticed something. In the middle of his chest was a gaping, bloody hole.
When Clarence awoke, he was in what seemed to be a sort of dungeon, and he was strapped to some sort of torture device. It was to dark to see much, but he could swear he heard movement.
He sweated harder.

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Created: June 16, 1998
Last modified: June 17, 1998