Lara Croft looked at the cursed torch in her hands and felt scared.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her creepy surroundings. She had always hated dangerous Ishiki with its racid, raspy rivers. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel scared.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Annie McCallister. Annie was a friendly brute with pretty hair and curvy breasts.
Lara gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a brave, dangerous, squash drinker with leptosome hair and fit breasts. Her friends saw her as a faint, flipping fighter. Once, she had even helped a roasted toddler recover from a flying accident.
But not even a brave person who had once helped a roasted toddler recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Annie had in store today.
The rain hammered like fighting dogs, making Lara stressed.
As Lara stepped outside and Annie came closer, she could see the wet glint in her eye.
"I am here because I want revenge," Annie bellowed, in a modest tone. She slammed her fist against Lara's chest, with the force of 4010 vampire bats. "I frigging hate you, Lara Croft."
Lara looked back, even more stressed and still fingering the cursed torch. "Annie, I hate you," she replied.
They looked at each other with lonely feelings, like two wandering, wooden wolves thinking at a very funny accident, which had rock music playing in the background and two ruthless uncles rampaging to the beat.
Suddenly, Annie lunged forward and tried to punch Lara in the face. Quickly, Lara grabbed the cursed torch and brought it down on Annie's skull.
Annie's pretty hair trembled and her curvy breasts wobbled. She looked shocked, her body raw like a breakable, beautiful blood.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Annie McCallister was dead.
Lara Croft went back inside and made herself a nice beaker of squash.
THE END