Indiana Jones and the Insidious Fountain of Death

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Posted by Shaggy from spider-tq014.proxy.aol.com on February 02, 2000 at 22:15:00:

Chapter 4 here, folks. Still could use another hand, or at least somebody tell me what they think of the story. Feedback, ideas, anything? Indy's Girl, I gave you a pretty good lead into the next part of the story, good chance to be creative.


Alex laughed. Hard. What Shaggy had said to him was the most amusing thing that he could've heard all day long. He didn't need to hear that lecture. Alex grew up in Southern Nyemova, just east of Estonia. His accent was gone, and he spoke 6 languages. No one would be able to tell that he was Russian if he didn't have a Soviet symbol tattoo'd on his belly. His great grandfather, a Cossack, his grandfather, a leader in the Communist revolt, his father, a Relic hunter for Mother Russia. For at least 4 generations, Alex Kublev's family had been rebels, whether they were rebelling against the Romanovs or rebelling against a common way of life, they were rebels. And so was Alex. He had seen his father gun ho it into Africa, killing many people and destroying precious artifacts to get the golden sword of whatshisface or the ornate coffin of whoshername, and once told his father to stop, but that was how he got the scar on his face. He wanted to become an archeologist so he could save what his father would've destroyed, so, in a way, Alex was rebelling against his father's way of life.
"No, I didn't get this scar from your Father's whip, it was from my great grandfather's knout at my father's hands," Alex replied with a chuckle.
"Yikes, that's harsh, brother. You know my Dad got a scar from that whip? Right across the chin trying to get away from some animal, probably a snake or something. He hates snakes. Slimy little buggers, some can unhinge their jaws and swallow a person whole."
"I can understand that, I hate scorpions. They don't look that harmless, right? But one little sting from a black one's tail, and" he made a clap with his hands, "You're gone. My father died in my mother's arms like that, got into his sleeping bag. She tried to suck the poison out, bad idea. She died, too. I still remember..." Alex shuddered, "She was blue and cold... Like a stillborn trapped in purgatory..." He suddenly went silent and looked at his feet, leaning his elbows on his kneecaps in the plane. The woman across from them in the plane, who's name was Elaine Goldsmith, was listening intentively. She leaned over to pat Alex on the shoulder and found herself being slammed repetetively against the back of her lightly cushioned chair. Unaware of what was going on, she just jerked back and forth until she heard a *THOCK* and sat in her chair, dazed.
Alex stood up from his chair, shook his jaw around and looked apologetically at Elaine, "Sorry, instinct. Sorta runs in my family. Sorry."
"What go on back there, kiddie?" Dr. Chen called from the co-pilot's seat, Indy sitting next to him in the pilot's chair.
Shaggy moved from the position he had been in to right hook Alex and kneeled over at Elaine, who had fainted.
"Elaine, Elaine? Sweetheart, come on, talk to me," Shaggy said, nudging her shoulder and lightly slapping her cheek. When she didn't wake up, he yelled for Dr. Chen, who was in the cockpit. Dr. Chen started out of the cockpit, when he heard a second *THOCK*
Elaine had just slapped Shaggy, with full force, too.
"Uhn, what happened?" the amber eyed, celtic skinned girl of 19 cried, staring at the blurry figure of Shaggy Jones as Alex went into the cockpit to avoid anything awkward happening.
"It was Alex, he was startled when you made a hand towards him, sweety."
"Oh..." she didn't know what to say, so she played around with her long red hair and stared back at her book on Ancient Mexico. Shaggy moved next to her, a little bit allured by her so very, very American ways of rolling with the punches.
"Hey, what'cha reading?" he asked, putting an arm around on her shoulder, and happy he wasn't slapped again.
"I'm reading up on Chimelech, the city rained on by the local Aztec God."
"I'm in the mood for a history lesson," Shaggy replied, leaning in closer.
Elaine looked around, her eyes shifting around and her body starting to shake. Her high socks made her look a little out of place, and her hairband went over her somewhat large ears. Her 2 front teeth were chipped from when she fell headlong off a horse in her early years, and the spirit of existentialism was not in her with any other subject other than ancient civilizations of Mexico, Europe and Southern Asia. She wore a khaki dress that hugged her hips and the bottom of her knee caps, and a blouse made to make her breasts and shoulders look bigger, but failed when she covered them all up with her Irish grandma's knitted woolen sweater, buttoned only with a single oyster pearl at the neck. When she finally rustled up the courage to speak, it was a studdered whisper, giving Shaggy an excuse to lean in closer so their faces were inches apart. He forced her to look him in the eyes. "Ah... Ah... Well, supposedly it's showered with, ah, gold, so it has some qualities of the, um, ancient city of, uh, El Dorado, except that the people there abandoned it, oh, ah, because once everything turned to gold, it was considered worthless and unusable. See?" She pointed to a picture of a man cursing the rain god by shaking a wand at the clouds. Shaggy shook his head, signifying he didn't completely understand. "Think about it: They can't use it to make food because it melts when hot, it's bad for using armor because it's easily pierced, and it shines brightly in the Sun, but they couldn't drink it, so it must be cursed by the Sun God. They high tailed it, um, into Teoti... Teotihuacan soon after, which is famous for it's pyramid to the sun. A, ah, coincidence you're Dad and I both find very unlikely to be a, um, coincidence. However, if we actually find the city, which I have no, eh, doubt will take years of struggle just to get a grant, a legend says that a map will tell us, ah, where the fountain is."
"Fountain?"
"Of youth. Isn't this exciting, Mr. Jones?"
"Holy..."
"Watch you're mouth, I'm christian, Mr. Jones."
"Right, but one thing."
"What?"
"Don't call me Mr. Jones, call me Shaggy," he said with a coy wink as he leaned foreward, and closed his eyes, going in for a kiss. She shuddered and wrapped her arms around him, closing her eyes as well, waiting, but the plane shook and Shaggy was thrown back into his original seat, where he promptly put his seatbelt on, mumbling something about turbulance. Elaine's book dropped on the floor and she clumsily buckled her seatbelt, looking a little depressed at Shaggy.
In the cockpit, things were not so lovey-dovey.
"Luck never change when I with you, Docta Jones! You no listen me! You listen me," Chen was going off.
"I know, I live longer! Alex, take a seat or get in the back. Damn!" Indy pounded his control stick while Short Round was flipping switches and checking measurements, "It's stuck! Uh oh..."
"'Uh oh?'" Alex repeated, "'Uh oh!?' What do you mean 'Uh oh'?"
Shorty peered out the window and pointed, "That 'Uh oh.' That one big 'Uh oh.'" They were headed for a wall in one of the Sierra Occidental's mountains. "Day ga voo, Docta Jones."
"Shut up and help me out, Shorty. Alex, check for parachutes."
"We have 4 parachutes and there are 5 of us," came a quick respond.
"Rats. Shorty, get the kids out of here, if I make it, meet me in Teotihuacan. Tell Marion I loved her."
Alex saluted and Short Round nodded, they both took the parachutes and went into the passanger chamber. Jones watched the 4 jump out. The wall was closer, and the control stick moved, it just didn't have any effect on the plane pitch or roll. He looked out the window and realized he couldn't perform the old rubber raft trick he had done last time. The wall was ever closer, now he could make out tiny crevices in the stone...

BUM BUM BUM! To be continued.
-Shaggy


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