CHAPTER ONE
" 7 years bad luck "
"Come on. I'll give you a boost" grunting as he lifted her left leg. She flew in to the air, turning around to look at Kurtis.
"Kurtis, quick."
"Here! Take these two!" Kurtis tossed the two Periapt Shard's towards Lara; she caught them effortlessly.
"These are your specialty Kurtis" She frowned down at him apprehensively.
"Don't worry about ugly here. Go on! You're wasting time!" Turning towards the beast he muttered "I can take care of her."
An immense flash before her eyes, she began to walk towards the thing which belonged to Kurtis, lying innocently in the pool of blood before her. Pain shot in her stomach, she pushed herself forwards on the mechanism next to her. Whispering his name under her breath.
Kneeling down she pondered whether to take this queer object before her. Grasping it in her fingers she held it up. Snap! The curving blades shot out of four points in the circular object. A force made it vibrate and she stood up alarmed as it pulled her towards the door. This energy must be coming from Kurtis, one last ray of hope she smiled. Walking in to the darkness.
A young woman lay sleeping on her creme four poster bed situated in her boudoir. A frown was lingering on her face. She turned over. Revealing long slick braid running all down her shoulder, then dipping in to her hip; finally falling down her toned stomach.
Her room was decoratedwith a traditional solid pine. Sun glowed through the blossom white colored curtains framing her grand bedroom window looking out on to the garden. Through the window you could see it was spattered with fragrant evergreen perennial lavender with gray foliage, which dominated the garden. The lawn was vast and Dublin bay colored, cut to perfection; good for golf.
Lara began to stir from her slumber, turning on her back and clumsily shielding her eyes from the outside world. She pulled the thick cover off herself, swung her legs around over the bed and stood up. She was wearing a raspberry colored chemise, also wearing a frown. Elegantly slipping her feet in to two Georgina Goodman low heel shoes she stood up. Then made her way in to her lotus blossom and stark white colored bathroom, pulling the light cord; everything was washed with yellow tinted shines.
She removed her clothes, stood in her shower, turned on the water and let it soak through her hair. When fully wet and steamy she slid down to sit down in the corner of the shower to think. She was in a particular strange mood, she had not had that dream for months...
Lara stepped out of the shower, grabbed a fluffy pink towel and cocooned her hair within it; then got out another towel and wrapped it around her body. Sighing she walked back in to her boudoir, once again sat on her bed; still deep in thought.
When she had walked out of the Strahov that day wielding Kurtis's asset, she had fruitlessly searched for Kurtis with no avail. Tired from all the things she has witnessed on this mad journey from being framed for murder to the madness in the Strahov; all her hope had been soaked up. But today, this normal day, it seemed as if someone had squeezed the sponge imprisoning her hope and it had slowly trickled back within her. Lara felt as if she had her old self back. Not the empty, angry, defensive self that had been formed in Egypt, but the one where she could get away with anything; conquer everything.
A smile played on her lips, she stood up and looked in to her mirror. Scrutinizing her face, she saw her tanned yet pale complection, her bold full lips still held up in a cheeky smile, her hazel almond shaped eyes framed with dark lashes, dark brown hair crowning her face; with little curling stands of hair, that was now fluffy from drying was falling in to her eyes.
Her thoughts flashed back to that day where she had felt a gun press against the back of her head, a quick glance to her right to notice two piercing blue eyes. She could feel her heart beat in her head, a hand slid slowly down her left arm brushing away her gun. Now the arm ran up her hip then over her abdomen to pull away her second gun. No more touching, just the man roughly stealing her things out of her backpack; all the time digging the gun in to her neck. She whirled around with a grunt to be momentarily stunned by the man before her. Looking in to his seemingly uncaring eyes, for a split second as he walked away his expression softened.
Lara saw herself once again in her mirror, she picked it up and slammed it face down in frustration; hearing the sound of breaking glass.
"Damn it! 7 years bad luck" she rolled her eyes as she said this, then began to slip a navy blue t-shirt
over her head. Then some tight fitting khaki colored combat trousers,complete with a pair of New Rock boots.