Chapter Twenty (20)

Posted by Deirdre from NS.SKYINET.NET on July 06, 1999 at 08:42:07:

In Reply to: Indiana Jones and the Aztec Spear (Chapter 19) posted by Tessa on July 05, 1999 at 21:17:45:

Chapter 20

Petr Zaoral sat on the front porch of his cottage, nursing his beer.
The midnight sky was overcast, not a star was shining through the
thick mass of clouds and a chilling breeze was blowing and howling
around his hovel and his surrounding. The palm trees before his
house were swaying violently as if predicting the menacing things that were to happen...

"Foreigners!" he scoffed. "Their damn curiosity is gonna kill them someday."

He grimaced, remembering the last time he'd ever been to that
damned volcanoe. It'd been almost 20 years. In fact the day after
tomorrow would be their...anniversary. He and his wife, Melanie
had married on that day and decided to spend their honeymoon at
a unique and memorable place... Popocatepl. Oh and their anniversary
sure had proven to be very memorable. They had barely
made it to the top when only one of them had made it home alive.

Damn why had they had to visit the volcanoe now of all times!

He slammed down his empty bottle and walked back into his house.

They had to see for themselves how they got out of this mess

-----

Many miles away, Lauren was cross-legged in her tent. The flickering
right of her oil lamp swayed above her and send shadows of the swirling
insects on the tent walls and ground. Lauren adjusted the lamp
so a brighter insensity and pulled out the tiny package her father
had given her awhile ago. Her Mom's diary...

The diary was an old hand-bound little book; on its cover was an
engraved symbol of an eagle holding a sword and a branch...

Lauren stared at it mesmerized. Then slowly, carefully she opened
it. The paper had yellowed over the years but the ink and material
was still in good condition, so that it was still very much readable.

"Katherine's Memoirs".

In her neat handwriting, her mother had written her initials, on
the first page next to it a heart and H.J.Jr.

Lauren had to smile. How overly romantic her mother had been.
She leafed through the pages. Dates...unforgettable events...unforgettable
people...unfamiliar people...places...India...England... memories flooded back...

9th of December
It is still dark outside. The sun hasn't come up yet. Indy and
the kids are still asleep and I won't wake them unnecessesarily.
This is a time of day that I can have all to myself. In the twilight I sit motionless on the porch and watch for the sun to go up. It never fails to amaze me to watch this miracle of nature when the sky turns from a dull yet mysterious black, into slow shades of
yellow, orange and fiery red... when the sky explodes into a golden miriad of rays.
Another day has broken.

I am glad to be alive.

Startled, Lauren looks up from the reading. Had she heard something
outside? She put down the diary and pushed back the opening of
the tent. It was totally dark outside. She was sure she had heard something...

Shaking her head in consternation she got back in. Strange Perhaps she was just tired.

-----

Outside in the bushes a pair of eyes were watching her visible shadow
throught the thin cloth of the tent. Soon... soon.

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: <center>Chapter 20</center>

: Petr Zaoral sat on the front porch of his cottage, nursing his beer. 
:  The midnight sky was overcast, not a star was shining through the 
: thick mass of clouds and a chilling breeze was blowing and howling 
: around his hovel and his surrounding.  The palm trees before his 
: house were swaying violently as if predicting the menacing things that were to happen...

: 
:   "Foreigners!" he scoffed. "Their damn curiosity is gonna kill them someday."

: 
: He grimaced, remembering the last time he'd ever been to that 
: damned volcanoe. It'd been almost 20 years. In fact the day after 
: tomorrow would be their...anniversary. He and his wife, Melanie 
: had married on that day and decided to spend their honeymoon at 
: a unique and memorable place... Popocatepl. Oh and their anniversary 
: sure had proven to be very memorable. They had barely 
: made it to the top when only one of them had made it home alive.

: Damn why had they had to visit the volcanoe now of all times!

: He slammed down his empty bottle and walked back into his house.

: They had to see for themselves how they got out of this mess

: 
: -----

: 
: Many miles away, Lauren was cross-legged in her tent.  The flickering 
: right of her oil lamp swayed above her and send shadows of the swirling 
: insects on the tent walls and ground.  Lauren adjusted the lamp 
: so a brighter insensity and pulled out the tiny package her father 
: had given her awhile ago.  Her Mom's diary...

: The diary was an old hand-bound little book; on its cover was an 
: engraved symbol of an eagle holding a sword and a branch...
:  
: Lauren stared at it mesmerized.  Then slowly, carefully she opened 
: it.  The paper had yellowed over the years but the ink and material 
: was still in good condition, so that it was still very much readable.

: "Katherine's Memoirs".

: In her neat handwriting, her mother had written her initials, on 
: the first page next to it a heart and H.J.Jr.

: Lauren had to smile. How overly romantic her mother had been.
: She leafed through the pages. Dates...unforgettable events...unforgettable 
: people...unfamiliar people...places...India...England... memories flooded back...

: <center>9th of December

: It is still dark outside.  The sun hasn't come up yet.  Indy and 
: the kids are still asleep and I won't wake them unnecessesarily. 
:  This is a time of day that I can have all to myself.  In the twilight I sit motionless on the porch and watch for the sun to go up.  It never fails to amaze me to watch this miracle of nature when the sky turns from a dull yet mysterious black, into slow shades of 
: yellow, orange and fiery red... when the sky explodes into a golden miriad of rays.  
: Another day has broken.

: I am glad to be alive.
: 
: </center>

: Startled, Lauren looks up from the reading.  Had she heard something 
: outside?  She put down the diary and pushed back the opening of 
: the tent.  It was totally dark outside.  She was sure she had heard something...

: Shaking her head in consternation she got back in. Strange Perhaps she was just tired.

: -----

: Outside in the bushes a pair of eyes were watching her visible shadow 
: throught the thin cloth of the tent. Soon... soon.

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