"Good doggies, don't bark now, or Miss 'WoMan' over there is gonna shoot ya." Michael made his voice smooth as honey as he neared the dogs. Lara watched him silently, trying not to smile. 'There's something about him, I must admit.' She thought. Michael pulled something out of his pocket and tossed it forward onto the snow in front of both dogs. While they ate, he neared them more. He became so close he could touch them. He cocked his head so he could read they're I.D. tags 'Looks like we're gonna have dogs on our side after all' Lara said to herself as she heard Michael exclaim, "Ronny! Jupiter!" The dogs' heads popped up from what looked like, beef jerky, and pounced on Michael. Their tails wagged violently and their tongues licked Michaels' face till he was sopping wet with dog saliva. Lara felt her expression soften as well as her heart as she lowered her guns for the first time today.
"Un-bloody good show, Mike!" Lara grinned wildly as Michael stood up and settled the dogs. "Thanks" Was all he replied, but non-hostile. Jupiter sniffed around Lara and growled, razors bared. Lara, unsurprised at the dog's action, took a piece of jerky from Michael's outstretched hand and dropped it for her. Jupiter whined with pleasure. Ronny, feeling left out, moseyed over and got the same treatment. "Who'da thunk Miss Lara 'Killa' Croft would make friends with dogs?" Michael teased her. "Yes, and "Who'da thunk" Michael was still alive after he pissed off "Miss Lara "Killa" Croft"?" She teased back. "Well, I for one." Michael replied. "I knew you got too soft to kill me." He laughed, as he couldn't hold it in any longer. "Hmm... If I don't kill you, someone else will!" Lara replied, jokingly. But who knew how right she would be.
Jupiter and Ronny proved to not be as Lara expected. They were loving dogs that were trained to kill. The problem was, they were trained to kill only one person, and that was Lara! They had her scent imbedded in their noses and could attack anytime, without warning. This worried her a bit, but she didn't tell Michael, lest he think she wasn't brave. Secretly, she longed for more than adventure. Michael enabled her to see beyond selfishness and hostility. She admired him, privately of course. She didn't want him to think he was better than her! But, there was that obstinate feature of Lara Croft.
She was only twenty-one. And in those twenty-one years she had been to many different schools because her ex-father believed that children should be seen and not heard. Speaking of school, she was kicked out of one because she showed a "too keen interest in guns". 'Imagine that!' Lara thought wickedly. And now, when she tried to take a relaxing vacation, her plane crashes and she's stuck out in the wilderness! "How Ironic."
In this short amount of time, Ronny and Jupiter started to take a liking to Lara. It was almost as if Lara was the Grinch and her heart was actually growing. She couldn't help but wonder why she held back from the more beautiful things in life. "It seems your dogs like me."
"Who wouldn't?" Michael asked and then turned a light shade of crimson. Lara had to smile. He reminded her so much of David. She shuddered at the thought that she had killed his brother and not told him. 'But I didn't kill him! I didn't make the plane crash!' Lara's mind was reeling questions into her brain again and again; it made her so confused! She had an idea, "Why don't we stop early? I'm not in a hurry to get off this mountain." 'Not like I have anything to do or anyone to meet.' She silently finished. Michael agreed after he finished bashing his head for how "stupid" he had sounded.
"If you don't mind me asking, Miss Croft, where do you live?" Lara sighed, "I used to live with my father and mother, until they disowned me. I reside in England still, but far away from my old parents." Michael felt a wave of sorrow crash into him as he listened to her speak, 'How could anyone disown this beautiful creature? She was perfect- adventurous, smart, cunning, and not to mention attractive.' He asked her, with the acceptance of his added description. Lara inhaled, letting her chest rise and fall before she answered, "I just wasn't perfect." Her disappointed look made Michael hate her father. He scooted closer to her and put his arm around her shoulder, "Lara, you didn't have to be aristocratic. You were born to live like this, having adventures. Even if he didn't disown you, you would still have urges to disobey him; then you would feel guilty." She looked up at him with filling eyes. She tried to speak, but she just broke down into tears. No words were spoken; Michael just held her.
An hour must have passed, but Michael didn't mind the woman in his arms. Suddenly, Lara sat up, "I must sound so stupid to you." She sobbed, drying the remaining tears from her brown eyes. Michael turned her head towards him, "You could never sound stupid to me." He leaned into her but quickly paused as a sharp blast pierced the day and silent moment. Turning his head quickly, he saw what he feared the most...
"Hey, Mike! We knew you could get that bitch!" A burly man huffed. A second appeared, then a third. "Never doubted you a second." Another one said. The third just licked his lips; he stared at Lara hungrily. She almost felt herself hurl. She quickly pulled out both of her pistols and pointed them at the Thugs, "All of you, stay away!" Then under her breath, "Run Michael. I'll catch up!" Michael jumped to his feet and ran. "Oy! Now why he gone an' done that?" The second Thug asked. "No time for questions, boys. As I always say, 'Men don't move in Lara Croft's presence unless they want to get their ars... Oof!" Michael looked back and saw Lara, crumpled on the floor with the Thugs standing over her.
"Un-bloody good show, Mike!" Lara grinned wildly as Michael stood up and settled the dogs. "Thanks" Was all he replied, but non-hostile. Jupiter sniffed around Lara and growled, razors bared. Lara, unsurprised at the dog's action, took a piece of jerky from Michael's outstretched hand and dropped it for her. Jupiter whined with pleasure. Ronny, feeling left out, moseyed over and got the same treatment. "Who'da thunk Miss Lara 'Killa' Croft would make friends with dogs?" Michael teased her. "Yes, and "Who'da thunk" Michael was still alive after he pissed off "Miss Lara "Killa" Croft"?" She teased back. "Well, I for one." Michael replied. "I knew you got too soft to kill me." He laughed, as he couldn't hold it in any longer. "Hmm... If I don't kill you, someone else will!" Lara replied, jokingly. But who knew how right she would be.
Jupiter and Ronny proved to not be as Lara expected. They were loving dogs that were trained to kill. The problem was, they were trained to kill only one person, and that was Lara! They had her scent imbedded in their noses and could attack anytime, without warning. This worried her a bit, but she didn't tell Michael, lest he think she wasn't brave. Secretly, she longed for more than adventure. Michael enabled her to see beyond selfishness and hostility. She admired him, privately of course. She didn't want him to think he was better than her! But, there was that obstinate feature of Lara Croft.
She was only twenty-one. And in those twenty-one years she had been to many different schools because her ex-father believed that children should be seen and not heard. Speaking of school, she was kicked out of one because she showed a "too keen interest in guns". 'Imagine that!' Lara thought wickedly. And now, when she tried to take a relaxing vacation, her plane crashes and she's stuck out in the wilderness! "How Ironic."
In this short amount of time, Ronny and Jupiter started to take a liking to Lara. It was almost as if Lara was the Grinch and her heart was actually growing. She couldn't help but wonder why she held back from the more beautiful things in life. "It seems your dogs like me."
"Who wouldn't?" Michael asked and then turned a light shade of crimson. Lara had to smile. He reminded her so much of David. She shuddered at the thought that she had killed his brother and not told him. 'But I didn't kill him! I didn't make the plane crash!' Lara's mind was reeling questions into her brain again and again; it made her so confused! She had an idea, "Why don't we stop early? I'm not in a hurry to get off this mountain." 'Not like I have anything to do or anyone to meet.' She silently finished. Michael agreed after he finished bashing his head for how "stupid" he had sounded.
"If you don't mind me asking, Miss Croft, where do you live?" Lara sighed, "I used to live with my father and mother, until they disowned me. I reside in England still, but far away from my old parents." Michael felt a wave of sorrow crash into him as he listened to her speak, 'How could anyone disown this beautiful creature? She was perfect- adventurous, smart, cunning, and not to mention attractive.' He asked her, with the acceptance of his added description. Lara inhaled, letting her chest rise and fall before she answered, "I just wasn't perfect." Her disappointed look made Michael hate her father. He scooted closer to her and put his arm around her shoulder, "Lara, you didn't have to be aristocratic. You were born to live like this, having adventures. Even if he didn't disown you, you would still have urges to disobey him; then you would feel guilty." She looked up at him with filling eyes. She tried to speak, but she just broke down into tears. No words were spoken; Michael just held her.
An hour must have passed, but Michael didn't mind the woman in his arms. Suddenly, Lara sat up, "I must sound so stupid to you." She sobbed, drying the remaining tears from her brown eyes. Michael turned her head towards him, "You could never sound stupid to me." He leaned into her but quickly paused as a sharp blast pierced the day and silent moment. Turning his head quickly, he saw what he feared the most...
"Hey, Mike! We knew you could get that bitch!" A burly man huffed. A second appeared, then a third. "Never doubted you a second." Another one said. The third just licked his lips; he stared at Lara hungrily. She almost felt herself hurl. She quickly pulled out both of her pistols and pointed them at the Thugs, "All of you, stay away!" Then under her breath, "Run Michael. I'll catch up!" Michael jumped to his feet and ran. "Oy! Now why he gone an' done that?" The second Thug asked. "No time for questions, boys. As I always say, 'Men don't move in Lara Croft's presence unless they want to get their ars... Oof!" Michael looked back and saw Lara, crumpled on the floor with the Thugs standing over her.