Ginzuishou Of Mare Serentatis
Ch. 1: Coming Twilight
Author's Note: First "Tomb Raider", Bryce-heavy. I love him, he is so cool. Oh, the title. For those of you who aren't Moonies (Sailor Moon fans), Ginzuishou is Japanese for the Imperium Silver Crystal, and Mare Serentatis is French for "Sea Of Serenity". Anywho, onto the story!
Disclaimer: Tomb Raider, not mine, Ginsuishou, not mine, Mare Serentatis, uh, not mine. Wow, I am so poor!
***
A light; blinding, beautiful, yet, somehow, terrifying.
"Who shall be the key?"
"Mum? Dad?!"
"You,"
***
"Bryce?" The computer guru sat up with a gasp, sending some of the contents of his desk clattering to the floor. "Are you all right?" He looked up at his employer, Lara Croft. Her brow was furrowed in concern.
"Yeah, sure," Bryce said quickly. Perhaps a little too quickly. Her expression became incredulous. He diverted his eyes. "Something you need?"
"No-"
"Excuse me," He fled from the station, then the mansion, escaping to the solitude of his trailer. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," He quietly cursed himself as he locked the door. He had been careless, falling asleep in the mansion. When he sleeps, he dreams. With the dreams comes sleep walking, talking, etc. That was why he avoided sleeping in the mansion; that was why he sometimes avoided sleeping altogether.
***
"Sir?"
"This better be good,"
"We found him,"
Pause. "Excellent. Dispatch the team. Bring him to me,"
"Yes, sir."
***
Bryce hit a key and loud music blasted from the large speakers. He headed for the tiny bathroom, shedding his dark green overshirt as he went and tossing it aside. He turned the water on, waited until it was almost unbearably cold, then splashed it on his face. "Come on, Bryce, snap out of it," He told his reflection when it appeared in the mirror. He looked terrible. Maybe it was time to consider a vacation. He'd certainly earned it. A sudden, brief spike of pain derailed his train of thought. He hissed and reflexively touched his chest, near the shoulder, where a crescent shaped scar was hidden. It had been bugging him the past few days, but that had been a dull throb. This had felt like someone stabbed him.
***
"Lara?"
Lara turned away from the window. "Yes, Hilary?"
"Is something wrong? You've been staring out the window all morning," The butler set the tray on the desk, but remained where he was.
Lara turned back to the window and the trailer which had beeen the focus of her attention for hours. She was silent for a long time before she finally said: "Bryce has been acting strange."
"Yes, well, it's rather hard to tell with him," No reaction. Hilary sombered. "I am concerned about him, as well," Lara merely nodded. As she stared out the window, a flash of lightning illuminated the grey sky, leading the way for a downpour. That still did not deter her attention.
***
Bryce was snapped awake by a splash of cold water. He shook the liquid out of his eyes and looked up at his tired reflection over the sink. His gasping breaths echoed in the small confines of the bathroom. "Can't go to sleep, not again," He muttered. He didn't want to see that again, that horrible event etched in the back of his eyelids ever since he was ten. He sighed and gently touched the throbbing wound near the ball and socket of his shoulder. "Go away, plea-" He cut off mid-sentence, then slowly looked over at the closed doorr of the bathroom. His breathing suddenly seemed impossibly loud. Dreamily, he slowly lifted his hand to the doorknob, then turned it. The door swung open, revealing a black clad figure...with a gun. Bryce opened his mouth to scream for help, for Lara, anything, but was silenced before he could even draw breath by a gunshot. His body went numb and cold at the same time. His descent to the floor seemed impossibly slow.
"Sir? We got him,"
"Lara..."
***
Author's Note: So, what do you think? Should I continue? Let the butt- kissing commence!
Ch. 1: Coming Twilight
Author's Note: First "Tomb Raider", Bryce-heavy. I love him, he is so cool. Oh, the title. For those of you who aren't Moonies (Sailor Moon fans), Ginzuishou is Japanese for the Imperium Silver Crystal, and Mare Serentatis is French for "Sea Of Serenity". Anywho, onto the story!
Disclaimer: Tomb Raider, not mine, Ginsuishou, not mine, Mare Serentatis, uh, not mine. Wow, I am so poor!
***
A light; blinding, beautiful, yet, somehow, terrifying.
"Who shall be the key?"
"Mum? Dad?!"
"You,"
***
"Bryce?" The computer guru sat up with a gasp, sending some of the contents of his desk clattering to the floor. "Are you all right?" He looked up at his employer, Lara Croft. Her brow was furrowed in concern.
"Yeah, sure," Bryce said quickly. Perhaps a little too quickly. Her expression became incredulous. He diverted his eyes. "Something you need?"
"No-"
"Excuse me," He fled from the station, then the mansion, escaping to the solitude of his trailer. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," He quietly cursed himself as he locked the door. He had been careless, falling asleep in the mansion. When he sleeps, he dreams. With the dreams comes sleep walking, talking, etc. That was why he avoided sleeping in the mansion; that was why he sometimes avoided sleeping altogether.
***
"Sir?"
"This better be good,"
"We found him,"
Pause. "Excellent. Dispatch the team. Bring him to me,"
"Yes, sir."
***
Bryce hit a key and loud music blasted from the large speakers. He headed for the tiny bathroom, shedding his dark green overshirt as he went and tossing it aside. He turned the water on, waited until it was almost unbearably cold, then splashed it on his face. "Come on, Bryce, snap out of it," He told his reflection when it appeared in the mirror. He looked terrible. Maybe it was time to consider a vacation. He'd certainly earned it. A sudden, brief spike of pain derailed his train of thought. He hissed and reflexively touched his chest, near the shoulder, where a crescent shaped scar was hidden. It had been bugging him the past few days, but that had been a dull throb. This had felt like someone stabbed him.
***
"Lara?"
Lara turned away from the window. "Yes, Hilary?"
"Is something wrong? You've been staring out the window all morning," The butler set the tray on the desk, but remained where he was.
Lara turned back to the window and the trailer which had beeen the focus of her attention for hours. She was silent for a long time before she finally said: "Bryce has been acting strange."
"Yes, well, it's rather hard to tell with him," No reaction. Hilary sombered. "I am concerned about him, as well," Lara merely nodded. As she stared out the window, a flash of lightning illuminated the grey sky, leading the way for a downpour. That still did not deter her attention.
***
Bryce was snapped awake by a splash of cold water. He shook the liquid out of his eyes and looked up at his tired reflection over the sink. His gasping breaths echoed in the small confines of the bathroom. "Can't go to sleep, not again," He muttered. He didn't want to see that again, that horrible event etched in the back of his eyelids ever since he was ten. He sighed and gently touched the throbbing wound near the ball and socket of his shoulder. "Go away, plea-" He cut off mid-sentence, then slowly looked over at the closed doorr of the bathroom. His breathing suddenly seemed impossibly loud. Dreamily, he slowly lifted his hand to the doorknob, then turned it. The door swung open, revealing a black clad figure...with a gun. Bryce opened his mouth to scream for help, for Lara, anything, but was silenced before he could even draw breath by a gunshot. His body went numb and cold at the same time. His descent to the floor seemed impossibly slow.
"Sir? We got him,"
"Lara..."
***
Author's Note: So, what do you think? Should I continue? Let the butt- kissing commence!