Hey everyone!Seems to me that it always works the same way with me. When I work on something I always get into the mood to write something totally different in between. As I'm working on something funny now, I could not resist that temptation to write something darker this time. This is my first story like this, so I would really appreciate your opinion if it's worth to continue.
Are you curious to see what comes? Did the mood come through or not at all? Please let me know!
Please review else I have no idea what I'm doing :)
There was a strange smell in the air. This was the first thing Lara realised, when she started to come to her senses. The floor was hard under her body, she grimaced as she sniffed the air. Slowly she sat up, her head ached, but oddly enough she did not feel that anything else was particularly hurting her. Lara opened her eyes, but it was not really to her liking what she saw. Raising her head she looked around, but she had no idea where she was or how she got there. No matter how hard she was trying to think her brain seemed to have dulled. It must have been something like a musty basement, the concrete walls of the small room were glistening wet, moss covered them in several places. The only light source was a weak, flickering bulb that was covered by a dirty shade.
Lara struggled to get to her feet and suspiciously surveyed her surroundings. Her hand automatically reached for her gun, but she was alarmed to see that not even the holsters were around her waist. A strange feeling began to prevail on her, she wanted to know what had happened to her, but nothing came to her mind. As if her memories had been deleted. The flashing light was disturbingly, this abandoned place looked even more ghostly. Her boots stepped into a puddle, as she took a couple of steps toward the rusty iron door, Lara suddenly startled at the sound. Then she noticed for the first time that such a terrible silence surrounded her, which she almost never had experienced before. Her own breathing was the only thing to be heard. Angrily she raised her head and looked up at the ceiling, from which some dirty water was dripping on her shoulder, then she slowly wiped it away while stepping aside. Looking down at herself she clearly remembered that she was wearing the same clothes as before during her training, but she was not able to explain what had happened between the two moments. How much time had elapsed at all? Since when had she been lying there? She reached into her pockets, but they were completely empty, she had to come to the conclusion that wherever she was, she could only count on herself. There was absolutely nothing with her. What kind of a sick game was this? Suddenly several names raced through her mind, of whom she could have imagined wanting revenge for something and who would be capable of such things. But why now?
She went even closer to the door, and slowly took the wheel, which opened it. Inside herself she expected it to be closed, but it was not the case. As she flexed her muscles, the wheels moved, and then with a loud creaking it started to rotate. The sound broke the silence in an eerily way, it was even more reinforced by the echo, as if it was some kind of a metallic scream. Shiver ran over Lara's arms even against her will. She took a step back, and gathering all her strength she opened the door, which slowly yielded, accompanied by some more creaking.
Where the hell am I? - Lara thought as she stepped out to the narrow corridor, which looked at least as pathetic as the small room, where she came from. Under the low ceiling there were thick tubes running down, some moisture was glistening on the dirty walls in the flashing light. Every few meters the same kinds of bulbs were located on the wall, which hardly lighted the place through the dirty glasses. Lara turned her head around, but in both directions the same emptiness welcomed her. Outside the air was not only stale but heavy and humid, the temperature rose significantly, perspiration appeared on Lara's forehead. She raised her arm and wiped it off with one stroke. For some time she was just standing there and listened to the all-pervading silence, which so unnaturally filled everything that she shivered despite the heat. She felt that it got under her skin, permeated her entire body, like paralyzing her and she could not move anymore. She turned to the right, but hesitated to where to go. Suddenly, as if some shadow had passed behind her from one dark corner to another. Frightened, she snatched back her head, but she did not seen anything. The weird feeling was growing inside her. Instinctively she recoiled in the opposite direction, her hand touched the wall, but she pulled it back immediately. As her fingers touched, a strange substance was gluing on them. She wiped it in her pants with disgust when she realized that this was the source of the pungent odour, which she increasingly smelled by now. Suddenly the shadow was followed by a rustling sound from the other direction, which made Lara wince. Almost unconsciously she stepped back, nearly bumping into the wall.
"Hello? Is there anyone here?" - she cried out loudly, but only her own voice was to be heard again and again, as it raced down between the narrow walls, and finally it died away completely as if the silence had absorbed it.
Lara felt her slightly accelerated pulse, took a deep breath, not caring about the stink, just to soothe herself. Come on, you cannot stand here till the end of time – she pushed herself, and then hesitantly went along the corridor. The steps she took felt like miles, feeling increasingly uncertain she was looking back from time to time. Did she see the shadow again? She was not sure of anything anymore. The only thing she heard was the sound of water as it was dropping down from the ceiling into the puddles gathered below them. She had never felt so helpless, her hands constantly searched for something that she could have grabbed, but she did not find anything she could use as a weapon. Lara was thinking that vulnerability was the worst feeling in the world. What is wrong with me at all? - she asked herself angrily. Nothing happened, why I am so scared? – she did not even understand herself, but her instincts had never deceived her yet, and they told her ... no, they yelled at her that she was in big trouble.