Eventually, as the sun was disappearing beyond eyes reach, they found a cave. "Looks safe enough to me." Lara said as she emerged from it. "Safe enough?" Michael stammered, "What else, prey tell, would harm us?" Lara smiled mischievously, "Poisonous snakes, large rats, more wolves, rabid bears-the usual." Behind her, Michael stood in shock. "Uh, I don't do bears."
"Really? I thought you might." She looked over her shoulder at him and grinned. "I think I'm becoming used to you, Miss Lara." Michael said before entering the stone cave. Lara smirked, "Or maybe you don't know me at all." Michael sighed. Boy was she difficult.
Lara lit not a flare, but a match. It immediately illuminated the tiniest bit of unknown darkness. "Hmm... Homey" Was all Lara said before she slung her pack over her shoulder to take out her blankets for the night. She saw Michael, huddled in a corner and walked over to him. "You might need this." She whispered as she flung a wool blanket over him. He stopped shivering in gratitude.
'What I would give for a hot bath in my mansion!' Lara contemplated lightly, 'And Jeeves there bringing me my morning tea.' Lara smiled secretly as she secured her gun belt to her waist in case she needed to spring out of bed in the morning to feed bullets to death-hungry thugs. She smiled again and settled in between her covers. It wasn't long before she fell into dreamless sleep.
No Thugs came. Lara awoke and stretched out her arms towards the light of the morning sky, "Beautiful." She heard Michael say from outside, looking at her. "What is?" She asked nonchalantly. Michael looked at the sunrise before him, "Life- Life like this. Being wild and free has always been something I wanted, and now that I have it, it's..." He never finished. He closed his eyes and took in the marvel of the day, inhaling the crisp mountain air- one of the two things that took his breath away. Lara could guess what the other was. She never intended for him to take a liking to her, but as it was, she was okay with it. Not like she was going to fall in love or anything. It was always nice to have someone to talk to, especially since there was no one around for miles.
Michael opened his eyes and glanced at Lara. Her hair mussed from her sleeping and her brown eyes slowly waking. He smiled, 'How could I kill her? She 's not at all like the guys said. But maybe she's fooling me.' He watched her take her dark hair out of the tight braid. It cascaded down her back in wavy heaps as she brushed it quickly and re-braided it. She stood up, "Let's go."
"But it's so early! Why are we leaving now?" He didn't get a swift reply, only after five minutes did she finally answer him, "Other thugs won't be up. We must be part of the shadows and shadows we must be. You step out- you die. No skin off my back." Her sharp reply pierced his heart. 'She doesn't care for me. She's just trying to get home.' He walked beside her in silence.
'What I would give for some action right about now,' Lara thought wickedly. Growling behind her actually startled her. "Wow I'm good!" She praised herself as she un-holstered both her pistols. "But those don't sound like wolves." She turned around and saw domesticated Dobermans. "Oh no!" She heard Michael whisper under his breath. "Lara, that means there are Thugs around here, they're gonna want me to kill you! I... if I don't, they'll kill me!"
"Not if I can help it." Lara growled. She aimed her pistols at the beasts in front of her. "Wait! Maybe I can get the dogs to be on our side." Michael suggested helpfully, he thought. "Why?" Lara snipped, "They would get in the way and whine."
"You don't have animals, do you?" Michael asked- his eyes fixated to hers, "Maybe they would give you a heart."
"Hush you! I don't need your pitiful words to advise me. These dogs are as good as dead..."
"You need someone to advise you." Michael sneered. Lara spoke without lowering her eyes or guns from the dogs, "You are a stubborn one, aren't you? I'll make you a deal- you make them help us without barking at us first and I won't blow them away. Deal?" She ended with an emphasis on her last word as she waited for a reply or action. Michael sighed and stepped gently forward.
"Really? I thought you might." She looked over her shoulder at him and grinned. "I think I'm becoming used to you, Miss Lara." Michael said before entering the stone cave. Lara smirked, "Or maybe you don't know me at all." Michael sighed. Boy was she difficult.
Lara lit not a flare, but a match. It immediately illuminated the tiniest bit of unknown darkness. "Hmm... Homey" Was all Lara said before she slung her pack over her shoulder to take out her blankets for the night. She saw Michael, huddled in a corner and walked over to him. "You might need this." She whispered as she flung a wool blanket over him. He stopped shivering in gratitude.
'What I would give for a hot bath in my mansion!' Lara contemplated lightly, 'And Jeeves there bringing me my morning tea.' Lara smiled secretly as she secured her gun belt to her waist in case she needed to spring out of bed in the morning to feed bullets to death-hungry thugs. She smiled again and settled in between her covers. It wasn't long before she fell into dreamless sleep.
No Thugs came. Lara awoke and stretched out her arms towards the light of the morning sky, "Beautiful." She heard Michael say from outside, looking at her. "What is?" She asked nonchalantly. Michael looked at the sunrise before him, "Life- Life like this. Being wild and free has always been something I wanted, and now that I have it, it's..." He never finished. He closed his eyes and took in the marvel of the day, inhaling the crisp mountain air- one of the two things that took his breath away. Lara could guess what the other was. She never intended for him to take a liking to her, but as it was, she was okay with it. Not like she was going to fall in love or anything. It was always nice to have someone to talk to, especially since there was no one around for miles.
Michael opened his eyes and glanced at Lara. Her hair mussed from her sleeping and her brown eyes slowly waking. He smiled, 'How could I kill her? She 's not at all like the guys said. But maybe she's fooling me.' He watched her take her dark hair out of the tight braid. It cascaded down her back in wavy heaps as she brushed it quickly and re-braided it. She stood up, "Let's go."
"But it's so early! Why are we leaving now?" He didn't get a swift reply, only after five minutes did she finally answer him, "Other thugs won't be up. We must be part of the shadows and shadows we must be. You step out- you die. No skin off my back." Her sharp reply pierced his heart. 'She doesn't care for me. She's just trying to get home.' He walked beside her in silence.
'What I would give for some action right about now,' Lara thought wickedly. Growling behind her actually startled her. "Wow I'm good!" She praised herself as she un-holstered both her pistols. "But those don't sound like wolves." She turned around and saw domesticated Dobermans. "Oh no!" She heard Michael whisper under his breath. "Lara, that means there are Thugs around here, they're gonna want me to kill you! I... if I don't, they'll kill me!"
"Not if I can help it." Lara growled. She aimed her pistols at the beasts in front of her. "Wait! Maybe I can get the dogs to be on our side." Michael suggested helpfully, he thought. "Why?" Lara snipped, "They would get in the way and whine."
"You don't have animals, do you?" Michael asked- his eyes fixated to hers, "Maybe they would give you a heart."
"Hush you! I don't need your pitiful words to advise me. These dogs are as good as dead..."
"You need someone to advise you." Michael sneered. Lara spoke without lowering her eyes or guns from the dogs, "You are a stubborn one, aren't you? I'll make you a deal- you make them help us without barking at us first and I won't blow them away. Deal?" She ended with an emphasis on her last word as she waited for a reply or action. Michael sighed and stepped gently forward.