Disclaimer: none of the characters from Angel of darkness or any other tomb raiders belongs to me. Only the plot.
Reviews: Ahh...I think today I finally stopped hating myself. Maybe I can do something...at least I think so. And don't worry...I'm plannin to wake Kurtis up in the story. I'm sorry about my mistakes. Hope that doesn't bother so much.
In the heart of the Forest
Lara wasn't shure how long they drove but the place was far away from Praque. She saw buildings passing by the car window and people walking on the streets living normal lives. Propably something that never again concerns me, she thought. A luxury she couldn't afford anymore. Kurtis's father steered the car to a small road leading into the woods. It was beginning to get dark. Darkness and woods was not a combination Lara liked very much. She rather preferred open ground and daylight. It was so hard to hit anything in the woods. The trees seemed to have something creeping in them at night. The way they wispered while they danced slowly in the wind.
The car stopped suddenly and Lara looked out of a window. There was nothing else than trees, bushes and undergrowth around the car. Great. Just great. They propably would make her take a small walk in the woods. A walk that would somehow result in her death. But what Karel had meant saying he needed her to do something for him? Was that a promise that she would live a bit longer? Karel's assistant, the man whose name she didn't know, pointed the barrel of his gun to her head.
"Walk", he said with a voica that could not have belonged to a human being. There was nothing human in it. Lara had always been good in reading between the lines and in that one and cold word she heard a threat. They didn't have anything to blackmail her to do what they wanted but if she didn't do what they wanted who knows what they might do after her death. The very first thought in her mind concidered Kurtis. They would switch of the ventilation machine and end his life. If she didn't do this to save her own life or make it at least a bit longer she would do it for him because more than anything she longed to see his eyes, to drown in their warmth and softness. She obeyed and began to walk.
Lara, like no other person on earth, didn't like to be pointed with a gun. Cold sweat began to run down her cheeks. Just one shot, one loud bang would end it here and now. A part in her wanted it to end. The part that wanted nothing to do with Karel or the nephilim anymore. The part that wanted to go home and lock itself into her room with some fruit and a good, scientific book. The other part, the larger part wanted to see the world of the nephilim in ruins and last of their species dying with grins of agony on their face.
There was no trail but Karel and his "friend" seemed to know where they were heading. It was really strange. They stopped every once and a while and then started to walk in different direction like they were getting directions in a voice not audible in human ear. Lara and Kurtis's father could here nothing else than the crickets. The atmosphere was at least eerie.
She saw a small cabin. Its construction material was wood and the boards had been painted red. Nothing good could be said about the windows that had long ago been covered in something that seemed like mold. There was some kind of vine crawling up the walls of the small cottage. There was chimney of course, Lara thought. What would a cottage be without a chimney? And how could you keep a little house apparently without electricity warm without a chimney? You could but it would mean that you had to keep the door and the windows open or just die in carbon monoxide poisoning. The door was so swelled that one couldn't close without any supernatural powers and even if one happened to be able to close the door Lara bet that there was no way opening it after that.. The cottage itself seemed uninhabited which didn't surprise Lara very much.
When they stepped nearer the cottage something opened the door. Lara would've said that it was the wind but in this case she didn't believe so. She knew that Lux Veritatis could use their minds to open doors like Kurtis had done in the Louvre. She glanced at Kurtis's father but he turned his eyes away. that was enough to convince her. Karel's noose around the man's neck was indeed tight.
Reviews: Ahh...I think today I finally stopped hating myself. Maybe I can do something...at least I think so. And don't worry...I'm plannin to wake Kurtis up in the story. I'm sorry about my mistakes. Hope that doesn't bother so much.
In the heart of the Forest
Lara wasn't shure how long they drove but the place was far away from Praque. She saw buildings passing by the car window and people walking on the streets living normal lives. Propably something that never again concerns me, she thought. A luxury she couldn't afford anymore. Kurtis's father steered the car to a small road leading into the woods. It was beginning to get dark. Darkness and woods was not a combination Lara liked very much. She rather preferred open ground and daylight. It was so hard to hit anything in the woods. The trees seemed to have something creeping in them at night. The way they wispered while they danced slowly in the wind.
The car stopped suddenly and Lara looked out of a window. There was nothing else than trees, bushes and undergrowth around the car. Great. Just great. They propably would make her take a small walk in the woods. A walk that would somehow result in her death. But what Karel had meant saying he needed her to do something for him? Was that a promise that she would live a bit longer? Karel's assistant, the man whose name she didn't know, pointed the barrel of his gun to her head.
"Walk", he said with a voica that could not have belonged to a human being. There was nothing human in it. Lara had always been good in reading between the lines and in that one and cold word she heard a threat. They didn't have anything to blackmail her to do what they wanted but if she didn't do what they wanted who knows what they might do after her death. The very first thought in her mind concidered Kurtis. They would switch of the ventilation machine and end his life. If she didn't do this to save her own life or make it at least a bit longer she would do it for him because more than anything she longed to see his eyes, to drown in their warmth and softness. She obeyed and began to walk.
Lara, like no other person on earth, didn't like to be pointed with a gun. Cold sweat began to run down her cheeks. Just one shot, one loud bang would end it here and now. A part in her wanted it to end. The part that wanted nothing to do with Karel or the nephilim anymore. The part that wanted to go home and lock itself into her room with some fruit and a good, scientific book. The other part, the larger part wanted to see the world of the nephilim in ruins and last of their species dying with grins of agony on their face.
There was no trail but Karel and his "friend" seemed to know where they were heading. It was really strange. They stopped every once and a while and then started to walk in different direction like they were getting directions in a voice not audible in human ear. Lara and Kurtis's father could here nothing else than the crickets. The atmosphere was at least eerie.
She saw a small cabin. Its construction material was wood and the boards had been painted red. Nothing good could be said about the windows that had long ago been covered in something that seemed like mold. There was some kind of vine crawling up the walls of the small cottage. There was chimney of course, Lara thought. What would a cottage be without a chimney? And how could you keep a little house apparently without electricity warm without a chimney? You could but it would mean that you had to keep the door and the windows open or just die in carbon monoxide poisoning. The door was so swelled that one couldn't close without any supernatural powers and even if one happened to be able to close the door Lara bet that there was no way opening it after that.. The cottage itself seemed uninhabited which didn't surprise Lara very much.
When they stepped nearer the cottage something opened the door. Lara would've said that it was the wind but in this case she didn't believe so. She knew that Lux Veritatis could use their minds to open doors like Kurtis had done in the Louvre. She glanced at Kurtis's father but he turned his eyes away. that was enough to convince her. Karel's noose around the man's neck was indeed tight.