Ginzuishou Of Mare Serentatis
Chapter 2: Invading Darkness
Author's Note: Thanx for the feedback! Means a lot! Oh, and BTW, this takes place after "Cradle Of Life". It may have a few minor spoilers, I'm not sure yet.
Disclaimer: Tomb Raider is still not mine.
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"Lara..." The tomb raider sat up in bed with a gasp, her nightmare still fresh in her mind. Bryce, her Bryce, laying face-up in a dark pool of his own blood, staring blankly up at her. Lara buried her face in her hands, quietly whispering: "He's okay. You know he's okay," and trying to will the image away. It wouldn't go. "Fine," She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood. "I'll go out there, and see that he's okay, then,"
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The first thing Bryce noticed as he oozed into consciousness was the fact that he was waking up at all. 'Wasn't I shot?' The second was that his wrists were shackled above his head, and that was all that was holding him up. His legs were sprawled awkwardly in front of him. He drew them under himself and winced as his asleep appendages protested loudly. "Oh, shit," He moaned.
"You're finally awake,"
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Lara sunk to her knees; numb. The front door to the trailer banged hollowly against the side. The place had been ransacked, everything destroyed, but it was more than that: Bryce was gone. "No," She whispered, fighting tears. "No, no, nononono NO!" She jumped to her feet and ran outside into the pouring rain. "Bryce!?" She yelled into the three am darkness. "BRYCE!" She shrieked, finally losing the battle to her tears and dropping to her knees in the mud. A roll of thunder was the only answer.
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Bryce's eyes snapped open. "You," He breathed. "What are you doing here?" A pool of light fell on only Bryce and a familiar figure from his past, leaving the rest of the room in darkness.
"It's good to see you, kid. How ya been?"
Bryce chuckled ruefully and shifted his raw wrists. "I've been better,"
The tall, muscled-bound, American military man smiled. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that, but we couldn't risk you escaping," He stepped closer to Bryce. "You understand, right?"
The tech frowned up at his captor. "I'd understand more if you told me what the hell you want,"
The American, whose name alluded Bryce at the moment, stooped down until he and the much smaller man were eye-to-eye. "The crystal, that's what I want,"
Confusion flitted across Bryce's features. "What crystal?" Suddenly, stars exploded before his eyes as his head smacked painfully into the wall.
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Hillary closed the door behind the police officer and turned back to his young charge. Lara sat on the grand staircase, legs drawn up to her chest, head buried in her arms. Hillary was rooted to the floor for a moment, unsure of what to say, but he didn't have to say anything.
"What if he's dying somewhere?" Lara's already low voice was dropped to nearly a whisper by her arms. When he didn't answer, she lifted her head. Tears streaked her cheeks.
Hillary swallowed and slowly moved to Lara's side. "Why do you think that?" He asked as he sat on the stair.
Lara diverted her gaze to the floor. "I...uh..." Her butler sat patiently beside her, silently urging her on. She sighed. "I had a dream last night. I saw Bryce, and he was...he..." She trailed off again, lackig the will to finish the sentence. Instead, she inhaled shakily. "We have to find him, Hilly. We have to bring him home safe,"
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Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait. Damn penguins. Whatcha gonna do?
Chapter 2: Invading Darkness
Author's Note: Thanx for the feedback! Means a lot! Oh, and BTW, this takes place after "Cradle Of Life". It may have a few minor spoilers, I'm not sure yet.
Disclaimer: Tomb Raider is still not mine.
***
"Lara..." The tomb raider sat up in bed with a gasp, her nightmare still fresh in her mind. Bryce, her Bryce, laying face-up in a dark pool of his own blood, staring blankly up at her. Lara buried her face in her hands, quietly whispering: "He's okay. You know he's okay," and trying to will the image away. It wouldn't go. "Fine," She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood. "I'll go out there, and see that he's okay, then,"
***
The first thing Bryce noticed as he oozed into consciousness was the fact that he was waking up at all. 'Wasn't I shot?' The second was that his wrists were shackled above his head, and that was all that was holding him up. His legs were sprawled awkwardly in front of him. He drew them under himself and winced as his asleep appendages protested loudly. "Oh, shit," He moaned.
"You're finally awake,"
***
Lara sunk to her knees; numb. The front door to the trailer banged hollowly against the side. The place had been ransacked, everything destroyed, but it was more than that: Bryce was gone. "No," She whispered, fighting tears. "No, no, nononono NO!" She jumped to her feet and ran outside into the pouring rain. "Bryce!?" She yelled into the three am darkness. "BRYCE!" She shrieked, finally losing the battle to her tears and dropping to her knees in the mud. A roll of thunder was the only answer.
***
Bryce's eyes snapped open. "You," He breathed. "What are you doing here?" A pool of light fell on only Bryce and a familiar figure from his past, leaving the rest of the room in darkness.
"It's good to see you, kid. How ya been?"
Bryce chuckled ruefully and shifted his raw wrists. "I've been better,"
The tall, muscled-bound, American military man smiled. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that, but we couldn't risk you escaping," He stepped closer to Bryce. "You understand, right?"
The tech frowned up at his captor. "I'd understand more if you told me what the hell you want,"
The American, whose name alluded Bryce at the moment, stooped down until he and the much smaller man were eye-to-eye. "The crystal, that's what I want,"
Confusion flitted across Bryce's features. "What crystal?" Suddenly, stars exploded before his eyes as his head smacked painfully into the wall.
***
Hillary closed the door behind the police officer and turned back to his young charge. Lara sat on the grand staircase, legs drawn up to her chest, head buried in her arms. Hillary was rooted to the floor for a moment, unsure of what to say, but he didn't have to say anything.
"What if he's dying somewhere?" Lara's already low voice was dropped to nearly a whisper by her arms. When he didn't answer, she lifted her head. Tears streaked her cheeks.
Hillary swallowed and slowly moved to Lara's side. "Why do you think that?" He asked as he sat on the stair.
Lara diverted her gaze to the floor. "I...uh..." Her butler sat patiently beside her, silently urging her on. She sighed. "I had a dream last night. I saw Bryce, and he was...he..." She trailed off again, lackig the will to finish the sentence. Instead, she inhaled shakily. "We have to find him, Hilly. We have to bring him home safe,"
***
Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait. Damn penguins. Whatcha gonna do?