Tomb Raider Angel of Darkness novelisation

Authors note: I've been looking everywhere for a story of angel of darkness so I stopped and decided to write my own, though recently I've noticed a couple on the site.

I'm not the best writer in the world so be warned there may be spelling and grammar mistakes , if you find one don't hesitate to let me know.

The angel of darkness is my favourite tomb raider game which is why I'm writing this although I will probably be changing some details for this story. I hope you enjoy.

Core Design, Eidos and Crystal Dynamics are the creators/owners respectfully of Tomb Raider, and I'm just writing for fun.

Chapter 1: Prologue

There have been seventeen reported murders so far in this latest outbreak of monstrum killings. It would appear to be the work of a single highly psychotic perpetrator. The name of the latest victim was just released, a Professor Werner Von Croy. A female described as Caucasian brunette and wearing a ponytail was scene leaving the latest crime scene. Officers are advised to use extreme caution when apprehending the suspect. At present nothing appears to link any of the individuals involved.

There have been no known survivors of these attacks so far.

There was a deathly silence in the apartment that was broken up by light thunder and rain. The apartment was in disarray, things were thrown aside. An armchair lay on its side next to a sofa on its back and opposite the chairs a small rectangular table was collapsed at the base of the fireplace. On the wall opposite the door was a circular window that was shattered, allowing the wind and rain in. On the adjacent wall in the centre was the fireplace; above it was a large symbol in a circle drawn in blood. On the wall either side of the fireplace there were more signs drawn in blood over the walls.

The rest of the apartment was tidy and clean. This cleanliness was a contrast to the mess in the living room area. In the centre of the mess was a walking stick with an Egyptian jackal's head, gold plated and well crafted. This object fitted in with the numerous artefacts and books on Egypt and archaeology. The walking stick was in the mess near a blood pool.

What had happened here was not understood, the victim was long gone, taken away by the police two days ago. The apartment was now shut off by the crossed police tape on the front door. No one was to enter.

A pair of shadows appeared beneath the front door from the hallway and the tape that covered the door was torn away. The door was opened and someone walked in. they turned into the main room treading carefully. A few paces into the room lead to them treading on a famed photograph. The person picked it up. It was a photograph of a young woman and an older man; they stood to either side of a large stone which was carved into.

The person continued to walk towards the circular window and then to a chest of drawers on the wall adjacent to it. The photograph was placed down below a framed painting. As the lighting flashed a dark haired woman stared questioningly into the reflection on the glass of the painting.