Chapter 4

Amanda flicked back her blonde hair and lay back in the in the deckchair. She put on her cheap sunglasses and lounged in the sun. Her ugly black bikini hung loosely on her skinny body, making her look like a tanned stick insect- not the best of looks.

"Not Avalon, Amanda, just Cornwall."

Amanda turned to see her ex-best friend standing there.

"LARA!"

Lara Croft stood on the sunning lounge of the hotel, in a strapless top and black shorts. She smiled at the angry face of her old comrade.

"Go away, you bitch! You have no right to disturb my summer!" Amanda yelled.

Lara folded her arms. "Don't you think you're being a bit immature?"

"I don't care." she shouted, and stormed off to her hotel room. Lara waited awhile, then quietly followed. As soon as she reached her room, Lara kicked her and pulled out her shotgun.

Amanda soared across the room where she landed in a heap, bleeding from her nose and mouth.

"GET OUT! I never want to see you again! You ruined my life!"

"I think I saved your life, actually."

Amanda got to her feet furiously.

"That whole dramatic "your every breath is a gift from me" thing? Pathetic!" she mocked.

"Yes, a gift I am considering taking back."

"Stop with the comments, Lara, they bore me. What do you want?"

Lara hurtled herself at Amanda and slammed her into a wall.

"Revenge." she laughed darkly. The next thing Amanda knew, a knife was in her arm, her own blood splashing over her. Like the typical villain she was, she screamed.

"Now, tell me, Amanda: did you burn down my mansion?"

Amanda grimaced. "Aw, your poor house gone? How does it feel to lose everything?"

Lara responded by thrusting another knife into her leg.

"Okay! I did it! Let me go! Please, stop!" she moaned, whimpering pitifully.

Lara Croft stared into the eyes of the arsonist coolly.

"I'm not finished. Did you murder Zip and Alistair?" she asked, trembling with uncontrollable rage.

Amanda stopped squirming. She gritted her teeth painfully.

"Doesn't this feel familiar? Are you going to kill me all over again, Lara? I left them to die, just as you left me. And it hurt them, Lara. They screamed for YOU to save them, but where were you? On another adventure, waiting for them to do everything. I'm glad I did it. Oh yes, I know all about your affair with James. How could you do that to me, Lara? Oh, I know. It's because you're too HEARTLESS!"

Lara, furious with rage and contempt, raised her last knife and cut out Amanda's heart, feeling satisfied as her face paled and her body fell to the ground. Lara raised her shotgun and shot the organ in her hand.

"Now who is the one without a heart?" she yelled.

The end