First is the Worst
Hey! This is sort of an angry one-shot, like a vent.
Rated T for slight language and the obvious violence.
I pulled the trigger in desperation to get the Russian off me, adrenaline rushing through my veins. Panting I pushed the man off me before quickly getting to my feet and pointing the gun at the Russian. I had shot him through the eye, I watch as he makes choking noises, obviously in pain.
First I think; Good, you Russian bastard.
He chokes some more as if wanting someone but me to hear him before throwing his head back going limp. As soon as he did I dropped my stance and let the gun point to the floor and gasped as it washes over me what I just did.
Oh god, I just killed someone.
Letting out a cry I crumble to the ground and drop the gun. Letting the sobs rack through my body as I choke, the adrenaline washing away as I try to stop the tears, I cough some more before finding my voice.
"Oh god," I voice my thoughts, my voice breaking slightly.
Panting, I come aware of the loud and harsh voices of the islanders nearby. Come on Lara get a grip. You need to find Roth!
Leaning over I pick up the gun and grip it tight, paranoia making me believe that someone will jump out of the trees. Slowly I get to my knees before forcing my shaking legs to hold my weight as I stand, my breathing becoming even.
A gunshot rings through the air – not at me and I wince to think another member of the crew is dead. Fury pumps through me, they are just killing them!
Casting a careful glance behind me I settle my eyes on the dead body no longer feeling remorse. I force myself forward towards the body and lean down with caution to pick up my makeshift bow as if he would grab me as soon as I am in arms reach. Securing my bow over my body I tighten my grip even more on the gun.
Another gunshot another dead friend in my wake, I raise the pistol higher and slowly put one foot in front of the other wincing when I step on a twig.
Three gunshots now, sounding closer. What if that's Sam or Alex? Worry washes over me which I quickly get rid of. I won't hesitate now.
It doesn't take me long till I find another islander in front of a dead body, who would have thought that karma is right behind him? I raise the gun and aim.
I've killed once, now I'll kill to save my friends. It's scary how it's so easy.
This is a scene from the game but if my own inputs and I've added stuff in.
R&R please :)
Point out any grammar mistakes and I will sort them!