A slender hand emerged from the snow as Michael rested under the shade of a
lone tree in the unforgiving mountains. Startled, he grabbed his knife and
backed away. It had nails. That meant it was a woman; women could be nice
people. Michael considered and walked slowly over to the outstretched
hand. He placed his knife down and took hold of the desperate hand in the
snow. The hand seemed startled because it spun and twirled to get out of
reach of its captor. Michael tugged on the hand hard and out came an arm.
It still struggled as he gripped the limb with both hands.
Below, Lara thrust her hand above her into the snowy earth. Looking down, she was surprised when something from above grabbed her hand. Fearing that it was a thug, Lara pulled and twisted her wrist. No matter how much it hurt, she would pull, even if it broke her wrist. She winced in pain as she felt her arm being yanked nearly out of the socket. Whatever it was, it wasn't letting go! The surface above her head, which captivated her arm, broke loose. Through the tangle of frozen dirt, she could make out a face, a male face. Yet, he didn't look blood hungry, or threatening, so she allowed herself to be pulled up by the strong arms.
The remaining ground split apart and crumbled below. The bear, being rabid and all, thought it was Lara. A big surprise came when dirt crumbled into his mouth. Lara, not having looked at her 'savior' yet, pulled out her guns and blasted the bear with a couple of rounds to the head. "That should do." Lara hissed. Michael's eyebrows reached the peak of his forehead as he stared at the luscious woman in front of him. Lara, feeling his stare on her back, look up at him with innocent eyes. 'Might I play a game with this peasant.' She thought wickedly, smiling in her impious thoughts. She was too high class for him! She couldn't... But then again...
Michael wiped the sweat from his face on his leather jacket and extended a hand to Lara. She brushed him off and stood up herself, "Hello." She said dryly, " What are you doing out here by yourself?" Michael looked as if he were about to ask her the same question as he stammered, "I got lost." Lara was hoping for more words to come out of his mouth, but none came. She cocked her head to the side and tightened her eyebrows, "Enough said then. Let's eat!" She headed towards the tree in which Michael once sat and opened her pack. Michael hovered very close to her. "May I ask your name?" Lara questioned softly. "Michael." He spoke almost silently, "Michael Barrington."
Lara scooted a tad away from him at his last name being mentioned. Her eyes became confused and she felt very uncomfortable. "What's wrong ma'am?" Michael asked with a smile. Lara just stared at him blankly. 'It can't be. David...' She put her head down in a way she never did before: In sorrow and guilt. But she hadn't killed all those people! But she could have done something about it. Possibly getting trapped herself even. But David was dead. Was this a relative, his brother perhaps? She shook her head and dug out her opened bag of Doritos and her half-eaten sandwich. She gave a sandwich to Michael as well.
The meal commenced in silence, but Lara wanted to know more about this second Barrington. Before she turned to talk to him, she noticed Michael looking at her, "Hey, stop!" She yelled suddenly.
Below, Lara thrust her hand above her into the snowy earth. Looking down, she was surprised when something from above grabbed her hand. Fearing that it was a thug, Lara pulled and twisted her wrist. No matter how much it hurt, she would pull, even if it broke her wrist. She winced in pain as she felt her arm being yanked nearly out of the socket. Whatever it was, it wasn't letting go! The surface above her head, which captivated her arm, broke loose. Through the tangle of frozen dirt, she could make out a face, a male face. Yet, he didn't look blood hungry, or threatening, so she allowed herself to be pulled up by the strong arms.
The remaining ground split apart and crumbled below. The bear, being rabid and all, thought it was Lara. A big surprise came when dirt crumbled into his mouth. Lara, not having looked at her 'savior' yet, pulled out her guns and blasted the bear with a couple of rounds to the head. "That should do." Lara hissed. Michael's eyebrows reached the peak of his forehead as he stared at the luscious woman in front of him. Lara, feeling his stare on her back, look up at him with innocent eyes. 'Might I play a game with this peasant.' She thought wickedly, smiling in her impious thoughts. She was too high class for him! She couldn't... But then again...
Michael wiped the sweat from his face on his leather jacket and extended a hand to Lara. She brushed him off and stood up herself, "Hello." She said dryly, " What are you doing out here by yourself?" Michael looked as if he were about to ask her the same question as he stammered, "I got lost." Lara was hoping for more words to come out of his mouth, but none came. She cocked her head to the side and tightened her eyebrows, "Enough said then. Let's eat!" She headed towards the tree in which Michael once sat and opened her pack. Michael hovered very close to her. "May I ask your name?" Lara questioned softly. "Michael." He spoke almost silently, "Michael Barrington."
Lara scooted a tad away from him at his last name being mentioned. Her eyes became confused and she felt very uncomfortable. "What's wrong ma'am?" Michael asked with a smile. Lara just stared at him blankly. 'It can't be. David...' She put her head down in a way she never did before: In sorrow and guilt. But she hadn't killed all those people! But she could have done something about it. Possibly getting trapped herself even. But David was dead. Was this a relative, his brother perhaps? She shook her head and dug out her opened bag of Doritos and her half-eaten sandwich. She gave a sandwich to Michael as well.
The meal commenced in silence, but Lara wanted to know more about this second Barrington. Before she turned to talk to him, she noticed Michael looking at her, "Hey, stop!" She yelled suddenly.