Tomb Raider: - Unfinished Business.
This is my first story so please be fairly nice. I am also sorry if there are any discrepancies within this story. Also to understand this better you may wish to watch Deus Obscura and Deus Manifestum (a fan film) on YouTube as this is based after those. Oh and sorry if this is short. Happy reading (hopefully)!
Disclaimer- This is a fan fiction and is not intended for profit. The characters depicted in this story belong to their respective owners. Thank you.
Chapter 1: Drake?
The midday sun basked the ancient city of Rome in a golden light. People were bustling in the streets. Tourists buying various trinkets for their families back home with smiles on their faces. The sun was raising everyone's spirits as a young individual walked through not paying any interest in the stalls or shops. The only paused to adjust the weighted bag on their shoulder, almost knocking off their scarf revealing a ring around their neck. Tucking the ring back underneath their shirt the adventurer continued on the paved streets of Rome.
With a sudden turn left the being headed down an alley way and toward what appeared to be a bar. With a look over their shoulder the adventurer approached a shady man in grey jeans, military boots and a black leather jacket with the collar turned up gave the character one glance and nodded towards the door. With a quiet chuckle the person entered the bar.
It was a dark and dank place with very few people in it and even less light, with only one very dim bulb hanging from the ceiling. The lack of light however was helpful to the individual.
"Hahahaha!" cackled a being "Hmm, you're so predictable Drake. I knew that you would come looking for me."
As the figure in the background finished his sentence and began walking forward, the few people that were in the bar whirled around un-holstering their guns and pointing them directly at the person called Drake who was still stood in the doorway.
"Looking for this" the apparent boss of this gang held out what appeared to be a tattered old book. With a sigh and a look of defeat Drake slid their bag along the floor and with the gang leader focused on the bag Drake, with one very fast motion, threw something at the light causing it to shatter and plunge everyone into darkness.
The mercenaries began to panic and blind fire around the room until the leader shouted in pain. The sounds of tables smashing around and the voices of colleagues disappearing with a grunt or a yelp the mercenaries became more terrified. Eventually all panicking ceased and the only sound left was the steady breathing of Drake and the rushed breathing of the leader of the gang. Drake bent over the leader and picked up the tattered book sliding their fingers over the cover and smiling. Looking up at the gang boss still with the smile, Drake simply said "Grazie". The gang boss, still bleeding, looked astonished and with a turn on their heels Drake marched out of the bar not even looking back.
