First: Thanks for the reviews. I actually thought no one was going to read it.
Ms.Croft, I presume: You're quite right there. My mother tonque is Finnish.
horsecrazy2: I'm sorry about those tenses. My English teacher told me about the same thing as well as my problems with some prepositions.
disclaimer: I don't own any character wwho you have seen in the game Tomb Raider Angel of darkness. Only the plot is mine.
I'm sorry about all the mistakes there might be in this one. I'm not so good in English. It's short I know and nothing really exciting happens in it.
Joyride
Saddness claimed Lara when she sat in Karel's car watching the hospital growing smaller and smaller. For a moment she thought about running away but that would mean jumping from a moving vehicle and running. No high hopes there. What chances would she have? Karel had the car although he wasn't driving. The driver was an elderly man, maybe 60. He had dark hair and here and there a few white strangs could be seen. Her eyes met his in the mirror and she saw the pain and fear in them. Was this man some kind of a slave?
Something in his eyes was disturbingly familiar. They were brown and soft. The kind of eyes that could bore holes in ones very soul. His face seemed familiar also. She had seen something similar very lately. Suddenly it hit her. The familirity of those face was shocking. He looked like Kurtis, only much older. She turned her eyes away from his. Could it be? Kurtis had told her that his father was dead. He had been to his father's funeral but had never really seen his corpse. That might mean only one thing. All the years Kurtis had thought his father was dead he had been alive. A slave to Karel's will. It didn't surprise her as much as it should have. She had heard about something similar not so long ago. She had lived through something like that very recently. Everyone had thought she had died in Egypt.
She also knew it didn't take much to bent one's will. Karel had done it to her in the hospital. Love was a strange thing. It made you do things you wouldn't normally do. If Kurtis had been a total strager instead of being just a stranger she had known for a short while she propably wouldn't have done anything to stop Karel from killing him. What if Karel had done something similar to Kurtis's father. Threatened something that meant more than his life or the world to him. His son...maybe his wife. Kurtis had never told her about his mother. Lara didn't know if she was still alive.
Maybe that was how Karel learned about the Vault of Trophies. Maybe that was why they hadn't killed Kurtis when he had been captured. Suddenly Lara felt so stupid. Maybe they wouldn't have killed him in the hospital either. Again their eyes looked into each others through the mirror. He seemed ashamed. It made her hurt inside. She hadn't thought how he had felt betraying everyone he knew and everything he had ever believed in just to make the world a better place to his loved ones. All the years he had been thought dead he had crawled in front of Karel and obeyed his every word.
Perhaps there was a bigger picture behind the sleeper, sanglyph and the paintings. Something she hadn't seen before. The hidden truth behind all the lies. Something that Karel had been planning for who knows how long. That very thought caused the curtain fall before her eyes and once again she could see clearly. Karel's plan could be no less than world domination. The thought sent shivers down her spine. She had promised to help him in something that propably would end up destroying the human race. Even if she had known all this before hand she might have acted the same way. Karel shure didn't seem to be a man of his word.
Ms.Croft, I presume: You're quite right there. My mother tonque is Finnish.
horsecrazy2: I'm sorry about those tenses. My English teacher told me about the same thing as well as my problems with some prepositions.
disclaimer: I don't own any character wwho you have seen in the game Tomb Raider Angel of darkness. Only the plot is mine.
I'm sorry about all the mistakes there might be in this one. I'm not so good in English. It's short I know and nothing really exciting happens in it.
Joyride
Saddness claimed Lara when she sat in Karel's car watching the hospital growing smaller and smaller. For a moment she thought about running away but that would mean jumping from a moving vehicle and running. No high hopes there. What chances would she have? Karel had the car although he wasn't driving. The driver was an elderly man, maybe 60. He had dark hair and here and there a few white strangs could be seen. Her eyes met his in the mirror and she saw the pain and fear in them. Was this man some kind of a slave?
Something in his eyes was disturbingly familiar. They were brown and soft. The kind of eyes that could bore holes in ones very soul. His face seemed familiar also. She had seen something similar very lately. Suddenly it hit her. The familirity of those face was shocking. He looked like Kurtis, only much older. She turned her eyes away from his. Could it be? Kurtis had told her that his father was dead. He had been to his father's funeral but had never really seen his corpse. That might mean only one thing. All the years Kurtis had thought his father was dead he had been alive. A slave to Karel's will. It didn't surprise her as much as it should have. She had heard about something similar not so long ago. She had lived through something like that very recently. Everyone had thought she had died in Egypt.
She also knew it didn't take much to bent one's will. Karel had done it to her in the hospital. Love was a strange thing. It made you do things you wouldn't normally do. If Kurtis had been a total strager instead of being just a stranger she had known for a short while she propably wouldn't have done anything to stop Karel from killing him. What if Karel had done something similar to Kurtis's father. Threatened something that meant more than his life or the world to him. His son...maybe his wife. Kurtis had never told her about his mother. Lara didn't know if she was still alive.
Maybe that was how Karel learned about the Vault of Trophies. Maybe that was why they hadn't killed Kurtis when he had been captured. Suddenly Lara felt so stupid. Maybe they wouldn't have killed him in the hospital either. Again their eyes looked into each others through the mirror. He seemed ashamed. It made her hurt inside. She hadn't thought how he had felt betraying everyone he knew and everything he had ever believed in just to make the world a better place to his loved ones. All the years he had been thought dead he had crawled in front of Karel and obeyed his every word.
Perhaps there was a bigger picture behind the sleeper, sanglyph and the paintings. Something she hadn't seen before. The hidden truth behind all the lies. Something that Karel had been planning for who knows how long. That very thought caused the curtain fall before her eyes and once again she could see clearly. Karel's plan could be no less than world domination. The thought sent shivers down her spine. She had promised to help him in something that propably would end up destroying the human race. Even if she had known all this before hand she might have acted the same way. Karel shure didn't seem to be a man of his word.