This is a serial. Everyday a new part will be published. This is the second part.
Continued from here.
The main reason I could not believe what I saw, is because, I did not see quite a lot. All that I saw was a flash of light. A bang on the head. And then darkness.
When my eyes opened again, I observed that I was in a dark place. The smell was mysterious and the sound was that of suspense. The background music, whose source I could not fathom, was that of Godfather. I would have made some attempts to find out more about my immediate surroundings, but the restraining ropes which tied my hand and feet, prevented me from doing so. After a few moments of unsuccessful wriggling, I finally hit a metal glass with my left hand, which when complied to the relentless pull of gravity, and descended merrily upon the ground, made a sound, which when heard in a noisy room might get classified as insanely loud, and when heard in a room as quiet as the one I was in, would have demanded a description inclusive of a few mighty words which begin with ‘f’.
I heard someone rush towards me, stop for a second, unlock a door, enter with a dash and switch on the lights. I ‘re-saw’ that figure. That bandaged face. That thin to bone body. That pizza slice in the hand. Wait! The mummy was eating Pizza? Since when did these well preserved corpses of great souls start adopting habits from the other side of the Mediterranean?
With dripping cheese, in no wrong sense, and satisfied bites throught the bandages, the shady figure approached me. I should have shouted in fear, but hunger beats all other emotion. I instead drooled. Figuring out my intentions, the mummy stuffed in the remaining slice in quite a haste, chewed it viciously for a few seconds, lifted the fallen glass with the right hand, filled it with water from a modern aquaguard located at the side of the room, drank it peacefully and then wiped its bandages with the metacarpals and began to untie the loops yet again.
I prepared myself for a blow at the back of my head. What I got instead was a shock. Not a figurative one, but a literal one. My foot must have hit some bare wire. Nevertheless, I kept staring at the unwinding drapes. But the more the mummy untied, the more there was to untie. Half an hour later, I realised that there was no head left and also that, the bandage constituted everything from the neck up!
Quite an anticlimax. I won’t deny, I had better hopes. When someone denies you a pizza, you no longer feel any sense of fear or sympathy to that person, even if the guy turned out to be headless.
After stretching its arms, the mummy held out a mirror, which probably materialised from thin air. And I saw myself. This time there was no flash of light or bang on head, neither was there any anticlimax or literal shock. Because this time, I was scared by the sight. And I promise, you too would have been, had you been on the other side of this narrative.
To be continued. Next part will be available here.