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« on: December 19, 2010, 04:49:40 AM »
Prompt: Writing Dialogue
Summary: Evie and Rodger sneak into a newly opened pyramid. Their steamtorch goes out. (2000 words)
Title: The Hysteria of Evie Carlson
“I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“It was your idea, Rodger.”
“I know. But that was in the light of the day.”
“It’s still daylight out.”
“Don’t be stupid, Evie. “It’s pitch black in here.”
“Fine. Light the steamtorch. Better?”
“Sort of. Does this feel full to you?”
“Hmm, the coals are still hot. I think the water level is low. We’ll have to be quick.”
“How far do you reckon it is to the burial chamber, Evie?”
“I don’t know. Father wasn’t specific. They only just broke through. He’s quieter these days.”
“Doesn’t it worry you?”
“What Rodger?”
“Well, it’s just that. They say you’re just like your mother. Aren’t you worried that you’ll? You know…”
“Go crazy?”
“Don’t laugh, Evie. I’m serious. I’d be scared to death if I were you. Thank God only women can have hysteria.”
“Mother told me I would have years before I’d have to worry. Besides, laudanum helps. She never believed in it, but Father says it keeps the madness at bay.”
“Can’t you stop it?”
“Not now. It’s too late. I extracted my first aether the day she died. Once the aether enters, the hysteria begins.”
“You extracted her didn’t you?”
“Wouldn’t you want to speak with your mother?”
“I. I reckon.”
“Hold the steamtorch up higher, Rodger. It’s getting steeper. We must be close.”
“Why’s it so cold? I thought it’d be warmer. I think it’s sapping the coals.”
“I’m not sure. Look at my arms. Gooseflesh. Strange, this far beneath ground the temperatures should be relatively stable.”
“If you say so. Look, Evie, maybe we should turn around. This torch won’t last much longer.”
“Don’t be a baby. We’re the only living things down here. Besides, I’ve been in a dozen tombs.”
“Yeah, but never alone. This is different. Seven souls! What’s that?”
“I don’t know. Quit shaking, I can’t see.”
“Oh my God, is that?”
“A skeleton? Yes. Male, you can tell by the pelvis. Probably just past puberty. The pharaohs often had their bodyguards killed in the passages leading to their burial chambers. To protect them in the afterlife.”
“Why’s his skull cracked?”
“I don’t know. Maybe he didn’t want to guard his pharaoh. Hmm, that’s strange.”
“What, Evie?”
“Well, it’s just that if he was put here to guard his pharaoh, then shouldn’t he be facing up the tunnel? It almost looks as if he was running downhill.”
“Running? From what?”
“Want me to ask him?”
“You mean use your hysteria? I think I’ll pass.”
“Oh give over, Rodger. I’m not sixteen yet. Mother almost made it to forty. If anything these are the years I should be enjoying my…gift.”
“Just the same, I think I’ll pass. C’mon, the steamtorch is sputtering. It’ll be rotten luck if we make it to the burial chamber only to have the light go out.”
“It’s good to know there’s something that scares you more than this tomb. Honestly, how can we be friends if you think I’m crazy?”
“I like you, Evie. I just don’t trust your hysteria. It’s not natural.”
“It’s as natural as breathing. Don’t be sexist. Alright, alright. No need to glare. We’ll go.”
“Thanks. And I’m not being sexist. It’s not like this is a safe place. My uncle said that there are still armed traps they haven’t found. One of the workers hit one yesterday.”
“Yeah, but it only nicked him. The poison’s what killed him. Father said it was something exotic he’s never seen before.”
“Well that’s comforting. Now all we need is for the torch to go out and this nightmare will be complete. Dammit!”
“Brilliant, Rodger. Name the Devil and he appears. C’mon the water can’t all be used up. Shake it harder.”
“I am shaking it. It’s not the water, it’s the blasted coals. I told you this air was sapping them. Now what are we going to do?”
“We’ll have to turn around.”
“Thank God. That’s the first sensible thing you’ve said.”
“Ouch! What’s that?”
“I don’t—Ouch! It’s a blasted wall. How did a wall get here?”
“Stop shouting. We must have gotten turned around when the torch went out. These tombs are rotten with side passages.”
“Brilliant, we’re lost and no one knows we came down here. “Got any other news you’d like to share?”
“Don’t be a brick, Rodger. We’re not lost. We’re…temporarily misplaced.”
“Yeah, where I’m from that’s called lost. I can’t believe I let you talk me into coming down here. Skeletons and traps. Not to mention the dead pharaoh.”
“Well at least we don’t have to worry about the last.”
“What’s that mean?”
“Hmm? Oh, Father said the sarcophagus was empty. Another oddity to this place.”
“Empty? My God. You don’t think? He’s not?”
“A Mummy? Honestly, Rodger. For a boarding school educated boy you can be really thick sometimes. The mummies are a superstition meant to keep grave robbers at bay. Next you’ll be telling me you believe in the Ageless One.”
“Don’t laugh, Evie. It’s not funny. You didn’t see that worker yesterday. His face was black. And twisted. Like even in death he couldn’t stop screaming. This was a stupid idea before. Without the torch it’s completely ludicrous.”
“Rodger. C’mon, I didn’t mean to tease. Don’t pout. We’ll get out of here. I promise.”
“You promise?”
“Yes. C’mon get up. There you go. We’re bound to find another skeleton. When we do I’ll use my hysteria to extract its aether. Stop moaning! It’s the only way. The aether will tell us the way out. Watch your step, we’ll have to take this slowly.”
“I can walk on my own, thank you. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. You’re wrong about the Ageless one, you know. My uncle reckons that Cain is real. He’s dead of course, no one lives forever. But the story had to come from somewhere.”
“You’re probably right. Mother told me once that she found a copy of the mark God put on his forehead in a tomb in Nepal.”
“No. You’re blowing in my ear.”
“No, she wouldn’t lie. Unfortunately she also triggered a trap that brought the place down around their ears. Father said if they had been a few feet further from the entrance they never would have made it out.”
“Golly, I don’t think I’m cut out for this archaeology lark. Mother was right. I should’ve chosen to stay in London and work on photography. Spirits can’t leave a picture frame.”
“I didn’t know you were a Spiritualist.”
“I’m not. But there’s money to be made in spirit photography.”
“Will you take my picture?”
“Sure, if we get out of this hole alive. Say, did the floor just level off?”
“I think it must have. This darkness has me disoriented. Hold on, let’s catch our breath.”
“Do you hear that? It sounds like breathing.”
“You’re letting your imagination run away with you, Rodger. That’s just a breeze. Probably from the outside. Must be what’s keeping it so cool down here. Musty, too.”
“I still say it sounds like breathing. Chuckle all you want to, you’re the one who said it was strange.”
“It is strange. But then again, that’s what makes this tomb so interesting. Skeletons facing the wrong direction, live traps, empty sarcophagus, the Glyph.”
“Glyph? What Glyph?”
“Drat, I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone.”
“Well you did. So tell me. What Glyph?”
“It’s probably nothing. I found a Glyph on the entrance stone. Father thinks part of it was weathered away.”
“But you don’t?”
“I’m not sure. If it wasn’t weathered away then this could be one of the most spectacular finds of the century.”
“Go on with you.”
“Seriously. The Glyph is another name for Cain.”
“The Ageless One?”
“Oh, don’t fall apart on me again. Yes, you ninny, the Ageless One. Father doesn’t believe it. He’s sure that it’s weathered.”
“But he’s been wrong before. Just look at what happened with your mother.”
“Shut up! That wasn’t Father’s fault. You weren’t there.”
“Neither were you.”
“Rodger. One more word about the accident and I’ll find my own way out. You can rot for all I care.”
“Easy, Evie. I didn’t mean anything. I. I’m sorry.”
“Well you still have both your parents, so you can be cheeky. It’s not so fun when it happens to you.”
“But you extracted her aether. She’s with you now.”
“If only it worked like that. Don’t be a fool, Rodger. She’s gone.”
“I didn’t know. Look at the bright si—. Hey! I just stepped on something.”
“It’s a skeleton.”
“Huzzah! We’re saved.”
“Maybe not. This pelvis feels wrong.”
“Wrong? How can a pelvis feel wrong?”
“It feels wide. It might be female.”
“Male, female, who cares? It’s got aether.”
“Rodger, laudanum was discovered less than a century ago. Any female this old would’ve died insane. My mother was bad enough. A five thousand year old, crazy aether infused spirit raging with hysteria? I’ll pass thank you.”
“Evie.”
“Shh. Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“It sounded like whispering.”
“You’re the one who said it was natural.”
“Yeah, before it was. This was different.”
“We’re the only living things down here. You said.”
“Rodger, I can’t see an inch in front of my face. How do I know what’s out there? You’d take the word of a hysteric girl?”
“Dammit. Stop poking fun, Evie.”
“I’m not. I’m just frustrated. I know I heard something.”
“You’re scaring me, Evie.”
“Maybe we should be. Alright, I’ll risk it. We have to get out of here. Something’s gone queer in this place. Hand me the skull.”
“The skull?”
“It should be at your feet.”
“Oh. It’s smooth. Should it be that smooth?”
“Just give it to me. Thanks. Now, all I need is a tooth. There we go.”
“I can’t believe it pulled out that easily.”
“If your teeth were five millennia old, they’d probably pull out too. You ready?”
“As ready as I’m going to be. Hysteria. Ah, go on. We need to get out of here.”
“Alright, here it goes.”
“Did you just put that it in your mouth? Eww.”
“Rodger. Shut up. Gah!”
“Evie? Evie? I can’t understand you. Stop shaking. Evie!”
“It hurts, it hurts so bad.”
“What does? Are you alright?”
“He didn’t want to die, Rodger. Peustuth was born to serve his Pharaoh. He did serve. He didn’t deserve this. They cut him. It hurts, it hurts so bad. For nothing. The king wasn’t dead. Why kill Peustuth? Why? The sacrifice shouldn’t have been performed! Peustuth served!”
“Evie, lower your voice! Something’s out there. Shh, can’t you hear it?”
“Peustuth knew the way out. It was his duty to know every entrance and exit. The Death Guard. But the king never came.”
“You know the way out? Brilliant, let’s go. Evie? C’mon, let’s go.”
“Then he came. The mark was so bright. So bright. And then the killing began. They cut Peustuth. It hurts, it hurts so bad.”
“What? What are you talking about? C’mon Evie, I’m telling you something’s out there. I don’t care if you think I’m a coward, but we need to get out of here.”
“He’s coming. And the Lord said to him, ‘Very well, if anyone kills Cain, he will suffer vengeance seven times over.’ Then the Lord put a mark upon Cain.”
“Evie, you’re scaring me. It’s not funny anymore. Use the aether and get us out of here.”
“I’m sorry, Rodger. It hurts, it hurts so bad.”
“I know it hurts, but the whispers are growing louder. I think there’s more than one. We need to go, Evie. Take my hand.”
“He’s coming.”
“That’s what I’m saying. Now take my hand and let’s get the hell out of here.”
“It’s too late, Rodger.”
“What’s that? Who’s there? Oh God, someone’s in here, Evie. Someone’s in here.”
“Tell them Peustuth was faithful.”
“Who are you?”
“He served his king.”
“Answer me, damn you.”
“Until the Ageless One came.”
“Evie? Evie? Ouch! Let go!”
“They cut him.”
“Evie, it’s got me!”
“It hurts, it hurts so bad.”
“Why are you doing this? Please, stop! Oh God, no. No!”
“He’s here. The mark is so bright.”