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Posted by K. Allard from dial207.insolwwb.net on May 28, 2000 at 00:08:36:

But I am still able to get the next chapter out and another revised prologue. I havent had time to check over grammer or spelling or anything so could someone please help me with spotting things out with this one. Hey so whats up and my new story isnt ready yet but will be soon. Hopefully next Saturday but I cant tell for sure yet. But hey It is almost ready but I still need to take care of things on the story. So here is Indiana Jones and the Cult of the Dead


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and the Cult of the Dead

The government again has recruited Indiana Jones. Indiana also recruits
a team of excellent naval pilots, top notch in the business, and engages on a chase, where
the end result could be fatal… he is about to find that the nazi’s have
unearthed the power of the dead. This adventure will lead him through love, loss, and
hatred. America’s fate rests in the power and will of one man… Indiana
Jones…

By: Kent Allard

 



Prologue: A resurgence of Death


Millions of years ago, long before written history a cult thrived and ruled many
lands, they would kill mercilessly, and burn down homes at will… they were an army of
darkness.


Della Morte, a well-set man of forty-five whom had many skills in weaponry and self
defense, he then looked around and motioned to the ruler. He spoke in an unknown and lost
language, he whispered "the last years are to befall us soon, we are thriving now
sure, but it will not remain." Della looked across the burial grounds. Outside the
area was a large area of swamps and marshy lands. There was a large stone building to the
left, filled with miraculous statues… but all of this was even before written
history.


"I know, our armies are in trouble, we should begin to prepare, we will circle
this rock and prepare ourselves" He looked at Della they both had a stern look to
their face "We must not allow anyone to have our power. If this kingdom is going to
fall we must cover it, our army can hold the evil temporarily but we need to stop it. Ibn
you have been the priest for a while you will hold the burial."


Della Morte whispered "Vigor will lead me on my voyage. He will stay have on the
ship; it is much too dangerous. We will need twenty of our best men they will follow us
and protect us."


"Yes, but hurry go now." The ruler led Della Morte out of the room.


"Quickly we must leave" Vigor hurried the workmen to finish the task at hand,
Vigor was a strong powerful man, he was bald and very tall, his voice was commanding. He
loaded several large swords and armory. "Complete your quest then we return, got it
we must not risk anything, or waist time." Vigor walked onto the boat deck flexing
his large muscles.


The boat set out for the ocean followed by three more, the workers kept working at
building items. They crossed several large islands and volcanoes; they finally came to a
very large piece of land. They halted Della Morte chose five men. He told them to go to
the land and to make sure it is safe, they went with their large swords drawn. They were
to give a signal; it was a trick, used by mirrors and fire.


After the signal was cast Della Morte went on. The others stayed in the boat. Della
then told more workmen to bring the large wooden crates. They went across the plain,
crossed over a mountain, and to a very large volcano.


"Here it is, that is what we must go in" He pointed to the Volcano,
"quickly" he shouted so as for everyone to hear "we have limited
time."


They trudged through the mist and tress and bushes chopping down objects that got in
their way with their large swords. They neared the top, it was hot and misty, the air was
filled with a horrible stench, they came to the top, they looked down, it was still
active, and the air burned the lungs of the soldiers of death. They pulled out large coils
of rope and threw them down the inside of the volcano, steam poured from it, followed by a
large cloud of smoke, ash then fell to the ground covering them with the burning
blackness. They first attached all their gear and other items and large wooden crates and
swung them down inside, they then pulled the ropes up and attached themselves and swung
down inside. Once down inside Della began searching for the hole, he found it he pulled
himself inside, he then gave the same signal and the others followed. They went through
the large hole. "This is it… this is where the magic happened," Della Morte
said as he walked deeper into the hole. "Ok now set the traps, close off the burial
for of the kings." Della paused then said "now then open the large crates"
the workers did as told, when they were opened they revealed several dead bodies the ribs
were bashed in and a chain of fingers were given them around their necks. "Chain them
to the wall."


Again they did as they were told. The then walked out of the passageway and out near
the burning lava. They crossed over to their ropes the mist was burning how and sweat
poured down their face. They climbed the ropes their large muscles bulging. They came out
and then walked down the large volcano, through the forest and out onto the open field.


From where they were they could see their ship and see that there were workers
preparing for the next departure. Della Morte began walking out onto the field followed by
the others. He stopped. He looked around "Quiet." He turned his head to the
side. The others also heard what he was hearing. It was hoof-beats, they looked around
then saw it out of the forest to the side, the mighty riders were cloaked in black large
swords were swingy in their mighty hands. Vigor also saw this and ordered the men to get
off the boat they all ran towards the riders. Della Morte also gave them a signal "Go
towards Vigor stay behind him and be careful" he then ran forward with his mighty
sword.


Vigor and his troops reached the dark riders and immediately began to take battle. With
one quick swing of his sword Vigor had severed the head of one of the black cloaked
riders, immediately after he swung to the side chopping the sword wielding hand of another
rider. Blood spurted from the hand of the rider and onto Vigor; he let out a dry smile as
his face covered with blood then ended the rider’s misery by chopping off his head.


Il Malvagita, another worker for Vigor had two very large swords, he swung then
simultaneously he was able to chop the heads of two unfortunate black cloaked riders.


As Della Morte caught up he also began in the battle, chopping the heads. The head is
where they had been trained to hit. It would kill instantly and so that is how they
fought. Della ran over towards Il Malvagita, he swung the sword violently chopping the
heads off he then was able to dismount one of the riders. The rider stood up expecting a
challenge but he was surprised to see that Malvagita was stunned that he didn’t kill
the rider so he stood for a moment, in fact he waited too long, the Rider took hi chance
and swung the sword severed Malvagita’s head. The body clumped to the ground and the
head rolled off towards Della Morte. Della let out a scream and swung his sword at the
killer of Malvagita, severing his head and the blood spurted from the rider’s body.
This went on for some time finally the battle was over. Della Morte and his men along with
Vigor were still standing, not even a tired sigh emitted from their lips the horses and
bodies lay on the floor. They then walked towards the boat, set off and completed the task
doing the same thing across the globe.


They once ruled the earth, destroying everything that challenged them but this was
before humanity. Soon after Della Morte was proven correct, the kingdom had fallen, and
the source of their power was hidden with the cylinders that generate the power scattered
across the world. Forever to be forgotten. The power stored within the cylinders and one
large falcon is the only thing that can generate enough power to unlock the dead.


Just recently the Nazi’s have been poking their noses into things. They have
unearthed the power of the dead, and have been gaining its power. They have unearthed
several digs. Now Hitler is going nuts trying to find the power. If they obtain it the
world could end…


 


 




Chapter II Deeper into the Heart of Death


Kent only kept mumbling and shaking, he was frightened to death, sweat poured
from his brow. But Indy was still able to keep himself under control as if he sees this
sort of thing all the time. He clutched his bullwhip prepared.


Indy proceeded through the long chamber; his watchful eyes surveyed everything. What
was probably the oddest thing about this Tomb was that there were tons of the same corpses
chained to the walls with the same necklace and all had their ribs bashed in. They
discovered this as they kept walking each time seeing the same horrifying scene. It looked
as though the prisoners of death were still being tortured, with their mouths gaping open
and their heads nailed to the wall. Indy’s guess was that this might have happened
while they were still alive, but he could only guess and it wasn’t an educated one
either.


Kent was cringing as he walked through the Tomb, seeing death right in the face. He
hated dead bodies, but he had to study them when trying to become an archeologist. But
they horrified him, he could picture it in his mind… one of the bodies coming alive
and eating him or something, Kent had a very vivid imagination and he knew it. But he
didn’t have any control over it.


"This is creepy, we should get out of here it’s too dangerous here. Please
let us leave Indiana. We will die in here I have a gut feeling" Kent said looking
around at the skeletons seeing their horrifying facial expressions and the rotting old
crusty bones crumbling and smelling of a horrible stench.


"No we will be ok, these are not zombies, you should probably stop watching those
horror movies, there as hoaky as hell anyway" Indy kept walking leading the diggers,
and Kent Philbin.


Indy froze he saw a change in the floor pattern
when once it was just sand, now it was stone, and the walls no longer had the corpses
chained to the them. Indy also took note that the skeletons were gone. He also saw tiny
holes in the walls, which he guessed to contain poison tipped darts… or at least
darts of some sort, he knew it was a trap at least.


"What is wrong let’s go on" Kent was braver now that the corpses were no
longer there. He started to walk on through Temple.


Indiana jerked Kent to the wall "Look at the floor" Indiana pointed his
finger at Kent as he spoke, he then motioned it down to the stone paneling


"I see it" Kent spoke hoarsely.


"Notice the patterns" Indy motioned to the floor, showing Kent’s
carelessness, he showed the floor pattern, and then motioned his finger back up toward the
tiny holes.


"What’s so special about it" Kent said surprised at what was happening,
to him there was nothing there but floor and walls. There wasn’t anything that could
possibly be of danger to him, or at least what he could see.


Indy decided to let Kent prove himself wrong "Here take this torch and merely tap
the floor, I’ve already dealed with these kinds of traps".


"Traps" Kent said bewildered, but he did as he was told he tapped the floor
with the bottom of the torch. A dart shot from the wall and struck the torch. "It was
a trap" Kent felt ignorant as he looked at Indy, Indy merely smiled drly as he stared
at Kent, knowing that he had proved him wrong.


"Step where I step" Indiana was using his normal commanding voice. He pulled
a piece of chalk from his shoulder bag. With each step Indy made he marked the stone on
which he stepped with the chalk so as not to trip the traps, and also giving guidelines as
to where the others were to step.


Then once Indiana got a few feet away the diggers and Kent started to make their
stepping on top of Indy’s markings. It was like a game of following the leader.


Eventually Indiana stopped he examined the area before him. There was a shaft of
light coming from the ceiling.


"Don’t they have any originality" Indiana whispered to himself.


"What did you say Indiana" Kent was puzzled by Indy stopping there was
nothing there. Now Kent was finally becoming an archeologist he realized what was going on
"A trap" Kent whispered to himself finally. It was a trap but only this time
Indiana was the one who was wrong.


Indy just ignored him he shot his hand into the light and just as quickly jerked it
back. Nothing happened, he did it again, and yet again nothing happened. He didn’t
want to get caught the way his OLE buddy Satipo did. He shifted his boot, snapping one of
the vines, which were covered, on the floor. At that time almost simultaneously Kent
lunged forward knocking Indiana to the floor they sprawled through the floor at that time
spikes shot through the walls.


"What the hell" Indy shouted. He looked back at the spikes shocked.


Outside in the desert


Roger was pacing back and forth, looking frantically around, "Where in the
hell were they." Something went wrong, but Roger kept his distance from the cave.
"They should be back by now." After the first few of the diggers came running
out screaming bloody murder, he knew something was wrong, he continued his pacing.


Back in the Cave


"The vine. You see they’re protruding from the wall, they were carved
and placed in that somehow the vine was rigged for when it snapped it would trigger those
spikes to jut from the wall and as you see they wanted you to die because they left you
seven of them." Kent was gasping for breath he nearly killed himself and he knew it,
he looked over at the old rusty spikes, with the sharpened tips, awaiting their victims,
but thanks to Kent they didn’t get their prey.


"Hmmm come on lets go" Indiana kept walking through long tomb watching
everywhere he went and everything he did. He knew that whoever these people are they
didn’t want him to leave. "This is where they probably held the rituals."


"Excuse me." Kent said.


"Well you see this is probably a Tomb for an ancient cult. Don’t worry it was
wiped out long ago. You see these darker… uh ‘Evil’ cults held
ritual’s worshiping their gods. You see many times they would… uh remember those
corpses we saw out front, well they were probably human sacrifices, well in fact I know
they are. There are probably hundreds of tombs buried under the sand here, this was
probably just where they worshiped their god or where they placed those that they, killed
mercilessly or sacrificed. Because this has been set up different than any other uh ritual
site" Indy was having trouble explaining this to Kent because he didn’t quite
understand it all either. "We should probably do some more research over this but
I’m pretty sure that’s right, but really I’m basing this on pure
speculation and past experiences. Do you remember the Thugee they had human
sacrifices that they did for their god the Shiva?" Indiana spoke in whispers
now because they were now approaching a large room…




 








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