Indiana Jones and the Quest for the Tomb (Chapter 3....REALLY!!)

Posted by Ben, friend of Indy from integrityonline30.com on August 07, 1999 at 09:49:46:

Hey guys I just got a brainstorm!!! Here's Chapter 3!!!!

The digger walked up to the first step, leaving Indy behind. He cautiously walked up the sandy steps, staring down at them, ready for traps. He continued up the tall staircase, feeling more easy and greedy. He bent his back in a crouching position. Just three more steps and he would be on his way to being a rich man. Two, one. He stepped on the larger pedestal. Now that he was on top of the larger pedestal, he could see the moat filled with water surrounding the smaller, thinner pedestal holding the cylinder object. He could now see that the cylinder was much larger now that he was up close, and in it he could see a fairly sized parchment. He crouched lower to pick up some of the water. Slurped it up a little, holding it in his mouth. He instantly spat. Salt water. He stepped closer. THUD!!! THUD!!! He heard these sounds above. He moaned roughly in anger, turned around slowly, then turned back. He observed slightly. Now apparent traps. But he was cautious of the large upside-down pedestal with a hole the size the smallest pedestal. "Hellloooo!!!?" a shout came, followed by a few HAHAS. He turned in confusion this time. He slowly walked back down the stairs. As he came to Indy's unconcious body, he kicked it sideways a little. He crept between the poles of the fallen spears. He came to the thin, main entrance...and looked up. It was Sallah!!
"Kill them!!!" the digger shouted to his friends.
Silence.
"I SAID...!"
"It will not do you any good! Hehe! We took them off to...Dreamland, as my friend you have down there would say. Ha!" Sallah shouted in the darkness of the night. "Now!!!" Sallah said as he climbed down the rope. At the bottom, he quickly pushed the man to the other side. Sallah squeezed through to the man. The man was already climbing up the steps. Sallah ran to Indy. He kneeled over Indy. "Indy!...Wake up!...Indy!!" Sallah breathed in Indy's face, a slight movement of the head but no more. Sallah then slapped Indy's cheek, hard.
"Sallah..." Indy moaned coming back to his senses. The man had grabbed the bottle. "Hey! Stop!" Indy shouted. He pulled out his gun and pulled the trigger, firing just next to the man. He quickly came back up the stairs, putting the cylinder back. }But he had a gun. Why didn't he just shoot?{ Indy thought. Apparently the digger had another plan. The digger grabbed a matchbox and pulled out a match. He lit the match and threw it into the moat. A ring of fire surrounded the smallest pedestal. The digger ran down the steps. At the very bottom, he stopped.
"If I can't have it, Jones, then neither can you."
"We'll see about that!" Shouted Indy. He jumped up and punched the digger in the cheek. The digger gave a jab to the stomach of Indy. They followed up the stairs. Indy jumped up and landed on the man's chest. The man gasped for air on his back. Indy had landed above him after the kick and had turned around. He grabbed the man and dragged him up the stairs. The man got some air and turned around. He pulled up Indy's pant leg a bit and bit Indy's leg. Indy screamed in pain and let go. The man stood back up and punched Indy back to the top of the pedestal, just in front of the death ring. Indy grabbed the man one more time and flung the man into the fire. Indy grabbed his shirt off. He swung it under him and jumped over the fire, leaving the shirt to burn in the flames. He grabbed the bottle and climbed onto the smallest pedestal. He crouched down and got ready.
"Oh my..." Sallah let out, staring. Indy jumped, just missing the pedestal. His shoes skidded across the steps and fell to the ground, bruised quite a bit. "Indy are you alright?" Sallah asked.
"Just a little bruised, but otherwise fine." Indy said, grinning.

Shanghai, 1931, 3 days later

Indy wore a detective-like, gray-colored jacket and his Fedora. He had on his kakhi pants and leather boots. It was almost eight P.M., 7:50 to be exact. He decided he would come into the Club Obi-Wan at that point to meet Wu-Han now. He had been waiting almost a half an hour now. He thought his friend may have already gone in to wait for Indy. He went through the glass doors. Club Obi-Wan had always been their favorite hangout Club in Shanghai. They went on social and private meetings. They had laugh times and serious times, but none-the-less, it was their favorite hangout. Indy walked to the greeter's pulpit. The greeter was a stylish British man with gray hair, top and facial with reading glasses. The pulpit was wooden with a blue carpet on the step. "Do you have a reservation, sir?" he asked.
"Is a Mr. Wu Han in?" Indy asked.
The British man scrolled with his finger down the page as he cleared his throat, muttering "Wu Han, Wu Han."
"Yes, table six."
"Thank you, then I have a reservation."
"Sign here, then, please sir." the man said, pointing to the bar were Wu Han was written. Indy signed his name and walked in. He had been in the place many times before and knew his navigation of the place very well and even had made a shortcut to every table, so he easily found Wu Han's table.
"Ah. Wu Han!"
"Indy!"
They shook hands. "Did you find it?"
"Yes, but I can't show it here. When we get to America."
"Good."
Indy stared at the lead dancer as he took off his jacket. Wu Han noticed this very well. Wu Han neared Indy. "I warn you time to time, stop watching all those Bogart movies."
"I like 'em!" Indy laughed, taking his eyes off the dancer.

A half hour later...

Indy and Wu Han stepped out of the Club laughing.
"OK, come on let's go to the hotel. We'll need a good night's rest."
"Alright, Indy."
Indy and Wu Han started walking when Indy noticed a ragged kid being bullied by two teen-age street kids.
"Come on Wu Han." Indy said, already running.

"We KNOW you've got SOME money. So give it up punk!" the older screamed.
"I already told you, I don't have ANY!" the little boy said. The older grabbed the little boy by the collar of his T-shirt and picked him up. Indy reached the scene. He took out his whip and cracked it.
"Leave him alone." Indy said. The boys turned around, the older boy dropping the little boy.
"And who's gonna make us? You?" the younger teen said.
"Only if you want literal whiplash." Indy said, cracking his whip again.
"Come on, let's go! We'll see you later, wimp!" the older teen said, running with the younger teen. Indy crouched down to speak with the boy.
"Who were those guys?" Indy asked.
Shorty looked as if thinking a second, then spoke, "Only a bunch o' street kids who can't live their own life instead of stealing." the boy said with a toddlerish voice. Wu Han watched with curiosity.
"How old are you?" Indy asked.
"9."
"Do you have any parents?"
"No. They died when I was just four-years-old. The great fire destroyed them."
"Oh." Indy said, remembering the great Japanese bombing of 1926. "What's your name?" he said, putting his hands on the boy's shoulders.
"I don't have a name." The boy replied.
"Well, we'll call you Short Round. Or Shorty for short."
"Whatever." Short Round said, slightly confused and taking down Indy's hands. Short Round stuffed his hands in his pocket.
"Wu Han, do you have the time? I can't find my watch." Indy said.
"I don't have my watch, Indy." Said Wu Han.
"I have it." Short Round said. He pulled Indy's watch out of his pocket, grinning. "Did I ever tell you I've been a pickpocket since I was four?"
"No you didn't. Give me back my watch." Indy said.
Short Round sighed and nodded. He stuffed his hand in his pocket after he gave Indy his watch back. "I'll see you tomorrow, alright?" Indy said.
"Okay, bye!" Shorty said. As he got his hand out to wave back to Indy, he dropped something out of his pocket. Indy looked back and pulled Wu Han back with him.
"You dropped something, Shorty!" Indy shouted to Short Round. Short Round came back. Indy picked up the item. He stared in awe as Short Round came back. It was a ruby, carved into the shape of an eye, pupil and all. Short Round grabbed it from Indy. "Where did you get this, Shorty?" Indy asked.
"I happened upon it."
"Come on. I need to see something Shorty." Indy said.

To be continued...

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: Hey guys I just got a brainstorm!!! Here's Chapter 3!!!!

: The digger walked up to the first step, leaving Indy behind. He cautiously walked up the sandy steps, staring down at them, ready for traps. He continued up the tall staircase, feeling more easy and greedy. He bent his back in a crouching position. Just three more steps and he would be on his way to being a rich man. Two, one. He stepped on the larger pedestal. Now that he was on top of the larger pedestal, he could see the moat filled with water surrounding the smaller, thinner pedestal holding the cylinder object. He could now see that the cylinder was much larger now that he was up close, and in it he could see a fairly sized parchment.  He crouched lower to pick up some of the water. Slurped it up a little, holding it in his mouth. He instantly spat. Salt water. He stepped closer. THUD!!! THUD!!! He heard these sounds above. He moaned roughly in anger, turned around slowly, then turned back. He observed slightly. Now apparent traps. But he was cautious of the large upside-down pedestal with a hole the size the smallest pedestal. "Hellloooo!!!?" a shout came, followed by a few HAHAS. He turned in confusion this time. He slowly walked back down the stairs. As he came to Indy's unconcious body, he kicked it sideways a little. He crept between the poles of the fallen spears. He came to the thin, main entrance...and looked up. It was Sallah!! 
: "Kill them!!!" the digger shouted to his friends. 
: Silence.
: "I SAID...!"
: "It will not do you any good! Hehe! We took them off to...Dreamland, as my friend you have down there would say. Ha!" Sallah shouted in the darkness of the night. "Now!!!" Sallah said as he climbed down the rope. At the bottom, he quickly pushed the man to the other side. Sallah squeezed through to the man. The man was already climbing up the steps. Sallah ran to Indy. He kneeled over Indy. "Indy!...Wake up!...Indy!!"  Sallah breathed in Indy's face, a slight movement of the head but no more. Sallah then slapped Indy's cheek, hard. 
: "Sallah..." Indy moaned coming back to his senses. The man had grabbed the bottle. "Hey! Stop!" Indy shouted. He pulled out his gun and pulled the trigger, firing just next to the man. He quickly came back up the stairs, putting the cylinder back. }But he had a gun. Why didn't he just shoot?{ Indy thought. Apparently the digger had another plan. The digger grabbed a matchbox and pulled out a match. He lit the match and threw it into the moat. A ring of fire surrounded the smallest pedestal. The digger ran down the steps. At the very bottom, he stopped. 
: "If I can't have it, Jones, then neither can you."
: "We'll see about that!" Shouted Indy. He jumped up and punched the digger in the cheek. The digger gave a jab to the stomach of Indy. They followed up the stairs. Indy jumped up and landed on the man's chest. The man gasped for air on his back. Indy had landed above him after the kick and had turned around. He grabbed the man and dragged him up the stairs. The man got some air and turned around. He pulled up Indy's pant leg a bit and bit Indy's leg. Indy screamed in pain and let go. The man stood back up and punched Indy back to the top of the pedestal, just in front of the death ring. Indy grabbed the man one more time and flung the man into the fire. Indy grabbed his shirt off. He swung it under him and jumped over the fire, leaving the shirt to burn in the flames. He grabbed the bottle and climbed onto the smallest pedestal. He crouched down and got ready. 
: "Oh my..." Sallah let out, staring. Indy jumped, just missing the pedestal. His shoes skidded across the steps and fell to the ground, bruised quite a bit. "Indy are you alright?" Sallah asked.
: "Just a little bruised, but otherwise fine." Indy said, grinning.

: Shanghai, 1931, 3 days later

: Indy wore a detective-like, gray-colored jacket and his Fedora. He had on his kakhi pants and leather boots. It was almost eight P.M., 7:50 to be exact.  He decided he would come into the Club Obi-Wan at that point to meet Wu-Han now. He had been waiting almost a half an hour now. He thought his friend may have already gone in to wait for Indy. He went through the glass doors. Club Obi-Wan had always been their favorite hangout Club in Shanghai. They went on social and private meetings. They had laugh times and serious times, but none-the-less, it was their favorite hangout. Indy walked to the greeter's pulpit. The greeter was a stylish British man with gray hair, top and facial with reading glasses. The pulpit was wooden with a blue carpet on the step. "Do you have a reservation, sir?" he asked.
: "Is a Mr. Wu Han in?" Indy asked.
: The British man scrolled with his finger down the page as he cleared his throat, muttering "Wu Han, Wu Han." 
: "Yes, table six." 
: "Thank you, then I have a reservation." 
: "Sign here, then, please sir." the man said, pointing to the bar were Wu Han was written. Indy signed his name and walked in. He had been in the place many times before and knew his navigation of the place very well and even had made a shortcut to every table, so he easily found Wu Han's table.
: "Ah. Wu Han!"
: "Indy!" 
: They shook hands. "Did you find it?"
: "Yes, but I can't show it here. When we get to America."
: "Good." 
: Indy stared at the lead dancer as he took off his jacket. Wu Han noticed this very well. Wu Han neared Indy. "I warn you time to time, stop watching all those Bogart movies."
: "I like 'em!" Indy laughed, taking his eyes off the dancer.

: A half hour later...

: Indy and Wu Han stepped out of the Club laughing. 
: "OK, come on let's go to the hotel. We'll need a good night's rest."
: "Alright, Indy."
: Indy and Wu Han started walking when Indy noticed a ragged kid being bullied by two teen-age street kids.
: "Come on Wu Han." Indy said, already running.

: "We KNOW you've got SOME money. So give it up punk!" the older screamed.
: "I already told you, I don't have ANY!" the little boy said. The older grabbed the little boy by the collar of his T-shirt and picked him up. Indy reached the scene. He took out his whip and cracked it.
: "Leave him alone." Indy said. The boys turned around, the older boy dropping the little boy.
: "And who's gonna make us? You?" the younger teen said.
: "Only if you want literal whiplash." Indy said, cracking his whip again.
: "Come on, let's go! We'll see you later, wimp!" the older teen said, running with the younger teen. Indy crouched down to speak with the boy.
: "Who were those guys?" Indy asked.
: Shorty looked as if thinking a second, then spoke, "Only a bunch o' street kids who can't live their own life instead of stealing." the boy said with a toddlerish voice. Wu Han watched with curiosity.
: "How old are you?" Indy asked.
: "9."
: "Do you have any parents?"
: "No. They died when I was just four-years-old. The great fire destroyed them."
: "Oh." Indy said, remembering the great Japanese bombing of 1926. "What's your name?" he said, putting his hands on the boy's shoulders.
: "I don't have a name." The boy replied.
: "Well, we'll call you Short Round. Or Shorty for short."
: "Whatever." Short Round said, slightly confused and taking down Indy's hands. Short Round stuffed his hands in his pocket.
: "Wu Han, do you have the time? I can't find my watch." Indy said.
: "I don't have my watch, Indy." Said Wu Han.
: "I have it." Short Round said. He pulled Indy's watch out of his pocket, grinning. "Did I ever tell you I've been a pickpocket since I was four?" 
: "No you didn't. Give me back my watch." Indy said.
: Short Round sighed and nodded. He stuffed his hand in his pocket after he gave Indy his watch back. "I'll see you tomorrow, alright?" Indy said.
: "Okay, bye!" Shorty said. As he got his hand out to wave back to Indy, he dropped something out of his pocket. Indy looked back and pulled Wu Han back with him. 
: "You dropped something, Shorty!" Indy shouted to Short Round. Short Round came back. Indy picked up the item. He stared in awe as Short Round came back. It was a ruby, carved into the shape of an eye, pupil and all. Short Round grabbed it from Indy. "Where did you get this, Shorty?" Indy asked.
: "I happened upon it."
: "Come on. I need to see something Shorty." Indy said.

: To be continued...

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