Eye of Ra (33 page)

“Do you two idiots want in on this or not?” He roared. “Or should I call Jabari and his crew to help me instead?”

“No, no fuck Jabari,” They both said in unison. “Fuck that son of a whore.”

“Okay then, now …the both of you remove your pussies,” Zezemonekh sarcastically smiled. “Reinsert your cock and balls, and help me figure out how to get this damn thing top side so that we can get paid!”

They both daggered him with dirty looks before getting to work further examining the sarcophagus to figure out how best to move it without damaging it.

“First of all, this is the lightest metal I have ever felt,” Panhesy muttered. “Definitely not gold.”

Sehetepibre, with a crowbar in hand, found a hairline opening and attempted to jam it in with force.

“Whoa! Whoa! What the hell are you doing?” Zezemonekh yelled.

“Trying to open it you idiot!” He bit back. “We need to make sure that there aren’t any valuables inside! You don’t want to sell the damn thing and find out there was more valuable shit we could have sold!”

Sehetepibre roared as he struck the sarcophagus again attempting to make a bigger area for his crowbar. The impact only shifted it back through his hands slicing them while knocking away some of the ancient sand that had accumulated on the coffin.

“Shit! Son of a whore!” He yelled in frustration.

Zezemonekh just shook his head in disgust at his failed attempt. It was then that Sehetepibre noticed something.

“Hey Zezemonekh, look at this.” He dusted off the side of the casket. “Looks like someone carved a hand print deep into the side of it, a very large one.”

He placed his hand on top of the imprint revealing that it was two sizes larger than his own hand.

As he pressed his hand further into the print, it began to illuminate an orange-red glow, while a flat voice speaking a language none of them had ever heard emitted from the sarcophagus, causing all three men to scurry away from it.

“Holy shit!” Zezemonekh stood there clutching his chest.

“Still think this is an ordinary tomb and sarcophagus?” Sehetepibre scowled.

“This changes nothing,” Zezemonekh spat.

“A damn talking sarcophagus changes nothing?” Sehetepibre turned to him with widened eyes. “Have you lost all of your senses?”

“Whatever this thing is will now make us billion!” Zezemonekh glared back at him.

 “Hey Panhesy, what the hell are you doing?”

Sehetepibre noticed out of the corner of his eye that a nervous yet curious Panhesy was edging closer to the hand print in the casket.

“I … couldn’t understand … the language,” he stuttered. “But I could have sworn it said Amun … Amun-Ra.”

“The Egyptian Sun god?” Sehetepibre snorted.

“I know what I heard!” He bit back.

“And your idea is to go near it?” He threw up his hand.

“Yeah Panhesy, leave it the hell alone!” Zezemonekh ordered. “We just need to figure a way to get it out of here!”

“I just want to see if what I heard was right!”

Panhesy placed his hand on the imprint like Sehetepibre did, causing it to light up again. Only this time the light was a bluish green on the hand print, and the voice that came from the casket said something different.

The entire print within the circle sunk in slightly.

“Holy …holy shit!” A quivering smile sprung on Panhesy’s face.

“How come it was different for you?” Sehetepibre raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know! But I heard Amun-Ra again!”

“Fine, you proved your point! I heard it too!” An unnerved Zezemonekh yelled. “Not get your fucking hand …”

“I think this can turn,” a now fascinated Panhesy cut him off.

Before either Zezemonekh or Sehetepibre could either order or rush over to stop him, he moved his hand, turning the handprint counter-clockwise until the tips of the fingers pointed upward at twelve o’clock.

This caused the entire sarcophagus to light up with the same bluish-green glow, especially the micro gap Sehetepibre had attempted to wedge his crowbar into.

Panhesy removed his hand and backpedaled as the lid to the casket slowly rose, and thick white smoke sprayed from the inside of it. The lid slowly slid to the side as more thick smoke began to waft from within.

The trio slowly moved closer, but they were driven back a bit by a heavy whiff of death and decay. Plowing through the funk, they made their way back to the casket to peer in and take a first good look at the deceased.

Swiping away the stench of rot from their nostrils, their eyes narrowed as they detected some very noticeable differences between the deceased before them and some of the mummies they had seen over the years.

“Doesn’t look like a ‘god’ to me,” Sehetepibre narrowed his eyes. “He looks like he died or was killed in his early twenties. Where are his wraps? It doesn’t even look like he’s been embalmed …almost like someone just tossed him in, sealed him up and buried him down here.”

“He also appears to be kind of …fresh,” Panhesy screwed up his face, “like he’s been down here only couple of years …not thousands.”

“Seriously,” Sehetepibre turned cutting his eyes at Panhesy. “How come it was different for you?”

“I ...don’t know,” he shrugged. “Maybe ... because I am a descendant of Pharaohs, and Amun-Ra.”

Sehetepibre gave him a dirty look, for having the gall to allow such words to leave his lips.

“What?” he snapped at him.

“If you two are done playing archaeologists,” Zezemonekh motioned with a snap of his fingers. “Check out the big fucking stone on his chest.”

“I told you opening this up was a good idea,” Sehetepibre grinned.

He pulled out a large blade from the sheath on his belt, and prepared to go to work prying or cutting the gemstone along with its golden encasement from the body. It was clamped in by four thick claws at the bottom of its encasement that penetrated the chest.

“Hold on!” Panhesy held a hand out. “Is anyone else not seeing that this gem is
glowing
?”

“What the hell is your problem Panhesy,” an irritated Zezemonekh grabbed his hand.

“My problem is this place, this casket, and this corpse are giving me all types of weird shitty vibes!” He snatched his hand away. “And my gut is telling me we need to seal this bitch back up, blow the entrance again so no one can come down here, and never darken this place again!”

“Leave if you want, you pussy!” Zezemonekh pointed a finger at him. “You’ll just forfeit your cut!”

“Screw you and my cut!” Panhesy spat back. “I prefer my life any day over this! Sehetepibre, come on, even you agreed something was off about this!”

“That was before I saw this stone,” Sehetepibre glared at him with greedy eyes. “Whatever this is will get me a fourteen-karat gold 6 Plus, and a regular plan like civilized people! No more flip-phone pre-paid shit.”

Sehetepibre growled as he slipped the tip of his knife between the skin of the corpse and the claws of the glowing pendant to try and pry it off. The blade began to bend against the strength of both the material that encased the glowing gem and the skin of the corpse itself.  

“Damn it!” He growled as he braced himself up against the casket.

 “Put your back into it man!” Zezemonekh coached from the side.

  “I’m trying man!” He snarled. “This is the toughest corpse I’ve ever met! And this rock is just as tough!”

  “Here, let me get in there!” A desperate Zezemonekh jumped in, grasping a part of the handle of his knife.

  A disturbed Panhesy stepped back as he watched the two combine their strength to pry the jewel off the body.  Zezemonekh’s added strength did nothing to help even budge the gem from the body. In the middle of the struggle, Zezemonekh pressed his fingers into the four holes within the golden casing that held the jewel in order to get a grip. A similar voice to the one that had emitted from the casket, came from the jewel itself, startling all three of them.  

“Holy shit,” swallowed Sehetepibre.

“It’s the same as the casket,” Zezemonekh nervously trembled.

The two men formed the same idea as they slowly turned to a wide-eyed Panhesy backpedaling toward the entrance of the tomb.

“No … hell no,” he shook his head. “No!”

Panhesy turned on his heel bolting through the entrance of the tomb as his “friends” gave chase after him. Nearing the sandy incline, he grabbed the rope and proceeded to climb against the slippery sand back up whence he came. His escape was thwarted as both cousins tackled him into the sand.

After a brief struggle, they overpowered and dragged him back to the tomb.

“Let go!” He screamed. “Let go of me!”

“Haven’t you always … been saying you think …you’re the descendant of Amun-Ra,” berated Zezemonekh. “Now it’s time to prove it!”

Finally dragging him back over to the sarcophagus, a taller and stronger Sehetepibre put him in a chokehold while Zezemonekh forced his right arm near the jewel.

“Get off me!” He gurgled while struggling. “Get the fuck off me! I won’t do it!”

“Extend your damn fingers and put them in the holes!” Zezemonekh commanded.

“No!” Panhesy howled.

“Do it now,” an enraged Sehetepibre reared his fangs. “Or I’ll cut your fucking head off, and then we’ll do it anyway!”

He revealed to him how dead serious he was as he pulled out his large knife placing the blade against his bare neck.

“What are you doing man?” He whimpered. “We’re supposed to be friends.”

 “You’re my cousin’s friend,” Sehetepibre growled in his ear. “I just tolerate you. Now are you going to do it, or are we going to test the theory that we don’t need you alive to remove that gem?”

A frustrated Panhesy, close to tears, gave in as he opened his hand. Reluctantly his placed his fingers within the four holes of the gold casing.

This time the gem beamed with a bright green glow as the same voice emitted from it saying something different.

“Good, now push down like before,” ordered Zezemonekh.

Panhesy groaned as he did as he was told. The four thick claws retracted into the casing, finally detaching from the dead man.

 Zezemonekh greedily snatched up the gem, beholding its beauty as Sehetepibre roughly released Panhesy to get a closer look at it himself.

“You don’t know what you have done,” Panhesy shook his head while wiping his eyes. “You idiots have no idea what you have done.”

“Oh shut the fuck up,” Zezemonekh glared at him. “We’re rich you fool, even though your cut will probably be less for being so damn difficult! But we’re still stinking rich! This isn’t Horus the fucking ‘sky god’! It’s just another shriveled up poor dead bastard that will be on display for some snot-nose pissant brats to gawk at while they pick their noses! Whoever this was now has as much power as you do, which is none!”

As he finished his insult, the “corpse” shot up out of the casket and reached out with blinding speed, clutching his throat with its emaciated hand. Before he could even scream, it snapped Zezemonekh’s neck with very little effort. His body went down into a heap while dropping the gem on the floor as Sehetepibre stumbled backwards next to Panhesy, who proceeded to do the screaming for him.

It clutched the side of its sarcophagus to steady itself as it still appeared to be in a weakened state. Sehetepibre was the first to turn on his heels, abandoning his fellow thief who was too racked with fear to run. He would be the second to die as the risen ancient conjured up a small ball of raw energy in his hand. It was powerful enough to discharge it into a thin beam that made a hole in Sehetepibre’s back and exited through his chest. His eyes went blank as he flew forward. His lifeless body slid face first against the stone floor until it came to a stop.

Panhesy collapsed to his knees bawling hysterically as he groveled and begged for his life.

“Lord Horus! Have mercy upon me!” he wailed. “Please! Your servant begs of you!”

The slightly weakened Egyptian god took his time to regain his strength before completely exiting his chamber. Apparently unleashing an energy discharge after slumbering for several thousand years had not been a wise move. Panhesy did not notice this, as he was too busy pleading for his life.

A stiff legged Horus, ridden with muscle atrophy, trudged and towered over him.

“You know my name. You are Egyptian,” he growled in his ancient tongue. “Yes?”

“Yes, I am Egyptian,” Panhesy sniveled understanding some of what he said, as he spoke back in the modern version of the language. “And your eternal servant.”

“How long, have I slumbered?” He looked around.

“I know not my lord,” he cried. “We happened upon your tomb by mistake! We did not mean to awaken you!”

 “Amun-Ra …does he live?”

“Amun …Ra?” Panhesy recited blank with fear.

An impatient Horus grabbed Panhesy by the back of his neck ripping him from off the floor. Panhesy let out a wail as he found himself suspended by his neck several inches off the ground.

“Do the accursed Annunaki still live?” Horus yelled. “And what of my beloved Sekhmet?”