This is a serial. Everyday a new part will be published. This is the fifth part.
Continued from here.
Being a mummy is easier than it seems. You go around the town scaring a few people. In the night, you scare them up a little more. And in the next day, you read the speculative headlines stating that the ancient mummies are back.
The only downside is that, you will have to be bandaged all the time. You wake up bandaged. You go to sleep bandaged. You eat through bandages and do its function inverse through bandage. Once in a while, you get a job. From the Grand Mummy. Like, scare a person to death. Or, scare someone enough to make them believe that they will have to steal a trillion dollars from the bank they work in.
This last job is rarely allotted to any junior mummy. I was one. But still I was given that duty. To allure a banker into stealing from his own bank. I must have been on the good books of the Grand Mummy!
One fine day, I saw a fine banker crossing over a creaky bridge across a sneaky river in a Jeep. I understood that this would the best opportunity for me. I can easily scare his driver to death and then allure the banker, who seemed to be sleeping into stealing.
I removed the drapes covering my arms. I replaced the corpse of the scared driver after pulling off a macabre prank on him and ascended to the driving seat of both the jeep and the situation. I found that the banker was waking up after sometime. As soon as he spotted me, I started removing the bandages covering my face. WIth my face half exposed, I got a glimpse of my own face in the rear view mirror. I was shocked! I had no face! I never knew that! I had grown up with a bandage across my face. This was the first time I was removing them. I wasn’t prepared for such a sight. I lost control over the wheel, hit the car on a roadside rock and was knocked out cold. There was a flash of light and then bang. I guess the banker too felt the same. But he was more fragile than I was. Hence, he was still cold, although I had brushed myself up off the rampage.
Within a few hours of him regaining consciousness, I had implanted into his mind the idea of stealing a trillion dollars. Allowing him half of it, seemed to have done the trick. I followed him off to the airport, before giving him the assurance that should he failed to steal, he would subsequently fail to breathe too.
Now his flight has taken off. I was finishing the half finished pizza which was in its incompletely ingested state because I had to leave it at that exact state, which in turn was due to the dropping of the glass back in our headquarters of Sahara, where I had implanted this whole stealing idea into his head. As I swallowed the last piece of pizza, I received a message on my phone. It was from a Medical Student. It seemed, that this guy, whoever he was, knew the banker pretty well. He messaged me about the high probability that the banker would jump from the flight, or try to hijack it and crash it. How he knew this, I knew not. But I knew that if the flight crashes or the banker dies, I will have to restart my mummy business all over. I flew off the ground and kept on flying till I spotted the flight cruising merrily. I took a seat on its left wing and saw that the banker was safe inside.
Feeling happy, I flew back to the head quarters. I decided that I’ll fly back to the destination the next morning to check out whether the banker steals properly or not.
I suddenly woke up. What a strange dream. Not that I remember it entirely, but it must have been about a mummy! It was morning already. Today is the when I should steal. I dressed up and left the hotel room. It felt like that a shady figure was followed me. I turned back and saw at a long distance behind, was a bandaged person. Walking fast. Gaining more speed by the second. Closing in every millisecond.
To be continued. Next part will be available here.