I don't own Tomb Raider, Lara Croft, Bryce, Hillary, Alex West or Pimms. I
do, however, own the voice...for the moment.
I would really appreciate some feedback on this chapter. It's the first "serious" Tomb Raider story I have tried, and it seems to be going somewhere. So if you could tell me what you think, and what I could improve, etc., I'd really like that. Hopefully, there will be more chapters! If you want them, that is. ;-)
-Also, I can't seem to be able to do HTML, so the bolds and italics don't work.
Voice
By Miss Natla AKA SSStarfish
The night air was cool against Lara's face. She closed her eyes, deep in thought over the day's events. It seemed like years since that first night, the first night of the allignment. When the clock had started ticking. And now she had solved the puzzle, and, once again, killed her competitor. Powell. The world was bound to be a better place now he had gone.
"Miss Croft?" A man's voice came from behind her. Lara leant back from the window and closed it. She turned and smiled at Hillary, her butler, who was in the doorway.
"I washed your clothes." He smiled, and went other to her cupboard to put them in. Lara sat down on her bed, and watched Hillary arrange her clothes. What would I do without him? She asked herself.
"Probably a lot more than you are able to with him about." a voice told her. Lara frowned. That was in her head, surely...but why would she think such things? Lara brushed away the thought. She obviously was still annoyed with Powell, and her anger was coming out on Hilly. She was tired, that was all.
"Early night, Miss Croft?" Hillary asked. Lara nodded.
"Please, Hilly."
Hillary left the room, and Lara walked into her bathroom to get washed. She was brushing her teeth when she heard a voice again.
"I bet they're after the treasure."
"Who?" Lara caught herself asking.
"Hillary, Bryce, Pimms...and especially Alex. You know what a little gold-digger he is."
Lara felt her head, worried. Perhaps she was ill. She put her toothbrush up and staggered to her room. Pulling on her pajamas, she fell into bed. It had been a long day.
*****
"Rise and shine, Lara."
Lara opened her eyes, but didn't bother to sit up. Perhaps a lie-in today, she thought. She closed her eyes and rolled on her side and slowly drifted off to sleep.
"I said, rise and shine, Lara!"
"Go away." Lara muttered, waving a hand into the air as to push the interrupter of her peace away.
"No."
The radio alarm clock suddenly burst into life. Maximum volume, a DJ with an annoying voice and an even more annoying name was belting out a cheery good morning to his listeners.
"Rise and Shine people, it's a beautiful sunday morning...."
"Okay, Okay, I'm up!" Lara punched the 'off' button on her alarm clock and slipped out of bed. She rubbed her eyes, and staggered off to the toilet.
*****
"Bugger."
Lara stared at the mess in front of her. The tables had been knocked over, the artifacts scattered all over the ground. Even the T-rex head mounted above the fireplace was missing a few teeth.
"Bugger!" Bryce appeared behind Lara, still in his night-clothes. "What the hell happened here?"
"I...I don't know." Lara shook her head in disbelief. How had anyone got in here? The secret room had no windows, and only she and Hillary knew how to get in.
When she had gone to check the room, this morning, it had been closed. No evidence of break-in whatsoever. But as soon as the door open, a tank, the one containing the Iris she had taken back from Von Croy some three years before, fell in front of her and smashed. It had somehow been placed over the door.
"I bet it was Hillary." the voice whispered. "Only he knew the way in and you didn't do it."
"Maybe is was." Lara muttered, but then shook her head. No. She shouldn't think that.
"My god!" Hillary ran into the room, wrapped in a dressing gown. He stared at the shattered glass on the floor outside the room, and the wreck inside.
"Hillary?" Lara looked at him. "You didn't do this, did you?"
Hillary looked at her, shocked and hurt.
"Of course not." He told her. "I wouldn't do such a thing."
"He's lying." The voice told her.
"No." Lara whispered. She smiled at Hillary. "No. Of course you didn't. Just checking."
Hillary waved a hand at Bryce.
"Come on, Bryce, lets get this mess cleaned up." he touched Lara lightly on the shoulder.
"You go to bed, Lara. It's been a shock for you. We'll sort it out later."
"Okay. Thanks, Hilly." Lara turned and began to walk to her room. She passed Pimms and Alex who were standing on the landing, watching the scene.
"My goodness. What happened?" Pimms asked out loud.
"Room got broken into, idiot." Alex told him. He turned to Lara.
"Lara. Are you alright?"
"Yes. I'm fine." Lara smiled at the two.
"Bet he helped Hillary." the voice said, as Lara walked into her bedroom.
"Who?" Lara asked. Then tapped her forehead. "Shut up."
"Alex." the voice replied smoothly. "You know he's always doing what he likes. And he wanted that stuff, so he got it."
"But nothing was taken." Lara couldn't help saying. She got into bed and layed down.
"He's still here, isn't he?" the voice said, smoothly. Lara started drifting off to sleep.
"Night, Lara."
"It's not night." Lara muttered, drowsy.
"I know."
"Who are you?" Lara asked, almost in a whisper.
"Just a well-wisher."
"I don't need well-wishers."
There was silence, and finally, Lara heard, before she fell asleep:
"Yes you do."
I would really appreciate some feedback on this chapter. It's the first "serious" Tomb Raider story I have tried, and it seems to be going somewhere. So if you could tell me what you think, and what I could improve, etc., I'd really like that. Hopefully, there will be more chapters! If you want them, that is. ;-)
-Also, I can't seem to be able to do HTML, so the bolds and italics don't work.
Voice
By Miss Natla AKA SSStarfish
The night air was cool against Lara's face. She closed her eyes, deep in thought over the day's events. It seemed like years since that first night, the first night of the allignment. When the clock had started ticking. And now she had solved the puzzle, and, once again, killed her competitor. Powell. The world was bound to be a better place now he had gone.
"Miss Croft?" A man's voice came from behind her. Lara leant back from the window and closed it. She turned and smiled at Hillary, her butler, who was in the doorway.
"I washed your clothes." He smiled, and went other to her cupboard to put them in. Lara sat down on her bed, and watched Hillary arrange her clothes. What would I do without him? She asked herself.
"Probably a lot more than you are able to with him about." a voice told her. Lara frowned. That was in her head, surely...but why would she think such things? Lara brushed away the thought. She obviously was still annoyed with Powell, and her anger was coming out on Hilly. She was tired, that was all.
"Early night, Miss Croft?" Hillary asked. Lara nodded.
"Please, Hilly."
Hillary left the room, and Lara walked into her bathroom to get washed. She was brushing her teeth when she heard a voice again.
"I bet they're after the treasure."
"Who?" Lara caught herself asking.
"Hillary, Bryce, Pimms...and especially Alex. You know what a little gold-digger he is."
Lara felt her head, worried. Perhaps she was ill. She put her toothbrush up and staggered to her room. Pulling on her pajamas, she fell into bed. It had been a long day.
*****
"Rise and shine, Lara."
Lara opened her eyes, but didn't bother to sit up. Perhaps a lie-in today, she thought. She closed her eyes and rolled on her side and slowly drifted off to sleep.
"I said, rise and shine, Lara!"
"Go away." Lara muttered, waving a hand into the air as to push the interrupter of her peace away.
"No."
The radio alarm clock suddenly burst into life. Maximum volume, a DJ with an annoying voice and an even more annoying name was belting out a cheery good morning to his listeners.
"Rise and Shine people, it's a beautiful sunday morning...."
"Okay, Okay, I'm up!" Lara punched the 'off' button on her alarm clock and slipped out of bed. She rubbed her eyes, and staggered off to the toilet.
*****
"Bugger."
Lara stared at the mess in front of her. The tables had been knocked over, the artifacts scattered all over the ground. Even the T-rex head mounted above the fireplace was missing a few teeth.
"Bugger!" Bryce appeared behind Lara, still in his night-clothes. "What the hell happened here?"
"I...I don't know." Lara shook her head in disbelief. How had anyone got in here? The secret room had no windows, and only she and Hillary knew how to get in.
When she had gone to check the room, this morning, it had been closed. No evidence of break-in whatsoever. But as soon as the door open, a tank, the one containing the Iris she had taken back from Von Croy some three years before, fell in front of her and smashed. It had somehow been placed over the door.
"I bet it was Hillary." the voice whispered. "Only he knew the way in and you didn't do it."
"Maybe is was." Lara muttered, but then shook her head. No. She shouldn't think that.
"My god!" Hillary ran into the room, wrapped in a dressing gown. He stared at the shattered glass on the floor outside the room, and the wreck inside.
"Hillary?" Lara looked at him. "You didn't do this, did you?"
Hillary looked at her, shocked and hurt.
"Of course not." He told her. "I wouldn't do such a thing."
"He's lying." The voice told her.
"No." Lara whispered. She smiled at Hillary. "No. Of course you didn't. Just checking."
Hillary waved a hand at Bryce.
"Come on, Bryce, lets get this mess cleaned up." he touched Lara lightly on the shoulder.
"You go to bed, Lara. It's been a shock for you. We'll sort it out later."
"Okay. Thanks, Hilly." Lara turned and began to walk to her room. She passed Pimms and Alex who were standing on the landing, watching the scene.
"My goodness. What happened?" Pimms asked out loud.
"Room got broken into, idiot." Alex told him. He turned to Lara.
"Lara. Are you alright?"
"Yes. I'm fine." Lara smiled at the two.
"Bet he helped Hillary." the voice said, as Lara walked into her bedroom.
"Who?" Lara asked. Then tapped her forehead. "Shut up."
"Alex." the voice replied smoothly. "You know he's always doing what he likes. And he wanted that stuff, so he got it."
"But nothing was taken." Lara couldn't help saying. She got into bed and layed down.
"He's still here, isn't he?" the voice said, smoothly. Lara started drifting off to sleep.
"Night, Lara."
"It's not night." Lara muttered, drowsy.
"I know."
"Who are you?" Lara asked, almost in a whisper.
"Just a well-wisher."
"I don't need well-wishers."
There was silence, and finally, Lara heard, before she fell asleep:
"Yes you do."