disclaimer: To those who don't believe me yet the characters in any of the Tomb Raiders belong to me. Only the plot.
Beyond the trapdoor
There seemed to be more to that cottage that it seemed outside. It wasn't very spacious but it wasn't supposed to be. It was just for keeping up the facades. Karel gave his assistant some sort of a siqnal and he removed the old carpet on the floor revealing a trapdoor. It seemed though that the cottage had been here before the trapdoor was made or at least had existed before it. Karel's assistant whose name Lara still didn't know opened it. Lara and Kurtis's father had to go first. Then came the assistant and last of all Karel.
Lara found herself and rest of their little group standing in a cave that must have been there before the cottage and the trapdoor. There was no telling how she knew it. It just came naturally like riding a bike after a break that had lasted many years. She was fascinated. Everything old and valuable had always made her interested and despite of the situation this time was no different. She was brought back to reality by Karel's assistant's voice.
"Move!", he said.
He sure wasn't very loud person. It was the second time Lara had heard him talk and she could sense certain frustration in his voice like he wanted this to be over as fast as possible .Lara started walking rather hesitantly not knowing what waited her in the end of the cave. At least there was light that caused her eyes hurt after the walk through darkness where the only quide had been the barrel of the gun pointed at her.
She couldn't believe what she saw. The cave grew larger and she could see it was man made, or at least hand made. It was a hall and there were buildings, temples and palaces. A city. The archeologist in Lara woke up. For a little while everything else in her mind disappeared. Only the want to search the buildings to find new artefacts to her already large collection seemed to take her over. And for that moment she could just stare like trying to fill her heart with the beauty of the site. No Karel and definately no nephilim existed there. It was just Lara and this yet undiscovered treasure. A small smile sneaked on Karel's face when he saw her expression. He had been right. There was no greater love to her than tomb raiding. Just what he needed her for. He nodded to his assistant who took his weapon. Lara had no time to react. Before she could realize something was happening everything went black.
She woke up with a terrible headache. She was laying on something cold and hard. Lara opened her eyes but they were not yet adjusted to light so she had to close them again. When she opened them again everything she saw was a little blurry. Moving her head made it just ache harder so she thought it woulb be better just to rest for a while. Just when she was closing her eyes s distant cry reached her ears. She didn't move because it was too painful. Instead she laid there and listened. Another scream. Then some hardly audible words. Sounded like somone was angry.
"This...ho..repay...e...or...ving..ur...ife?"
Lara couldn't hear what they were saying. Just some bits and peaces like someone watching television and pressing the channel button to make the sound crack. She couldn't make out to whom the voice belonged to. Someone moaned. A soft smacking voice could also be heard. Then someone moaned, again.
"Ple..e"
That Lara could make out. They were torturing someone. She raised her head and didn't care how much it hurted. In her mind there was only one person that could be there groweling in front of the torturer or torturers. But there was nothing she could do. They had locked her up in some room which seemed to be very high and the door seemed to be closed. Propably locked. Just her luck. Get into something like this because of her stupid crush on someone who laid in a hospital. In coma. Lara cursed Kurtis, his father, all the nephilim that might've made it to this very day but most of all she cursed Karel and his plans. Wait...if the room was all sealed up how could she hear their talk? She found an answer near the ceiling. There were windows there. Some kind of ancient air-conditioning. She didn't know what they were for but they made it possible for her to hear how someone yelled again in pain.
Beyond the trapdoor
There seemed to be more to that cottage that it seemed outside. It wasn't very spacious but it wasn't supposed to be. It was just for keeping up the facades. Karel gave his assistant some sort of a siqnal and he removed the old carpet on the floor revealing a trapdoor. It seemed though that the cottage had been here before the trapdoor was made or at least had existed before it. Karel's assistant whose name Lara still didn't know opened it. Lara and Kurtis's father had to go first. Then came the assistant and last of all Karel.
Lara found herself and rest of their little group standing in a cave that must have been there before the cottage and the trapdoor. There was no telling how she knew it. It just came naturally like riding a bike after a break that had lasted many years. She was fascinated. Everything old and valuable had always made her interested and despite of the situation this time was no different. She was brought back to reality by Karel's assistant's voice.
"Move!", he said.
He sure wasn't very loud person. It was the second time Lara had heard him talk and she could sense certain frustration in his voice like he wanted this to be over as fast as possible .Lara started walking rather hesitantly not knowing what waited her in the end of the cave. At least there was light that caused her eyes hurt after the walk through darkness where the only quide had been the barrel of the gun pointed at her.
She couldn't believe what she saw. The cave grew larger and she could see it was man made, or at least hand made. It was a hall and there were buildings, temples and palaces. A city. The archeologist in Lara woke up. For a little while everything else in her mind disappeared. Only the want to search the buildings to find new artefacts to her already large collection seemed to take her over. And for that moment she could just stare like trying to fill her heart with the beauty of the site. No Karel and definately no nephilim existed there. It was just Lara and this yet undiscovered treasure. A small smile sneaked on Karel's face when he saw her expression. He had been right. There was no greater love to her than tomb raiding. Just what he needed her for. He nodded to his assistant who took his weapon. Lara had no time to react. Before she could realize something was happening everything went black.
She woke up with a terrible headache. She was laying on something cold and hard. Lara opened her eyes but they were not yet adjusted to light so she had to close them again. When she opened them again everything she saw was a little blurry. Moving her head made it just ache harder so she thought it woulb be better just to rest for a while. Just when she was closing her eyes s distant cry reached her ears. She didn't move because it was too painful. Instead she laid there and listened. Another scream. Then some hardly audible words. Sounded like somone was angry.
"This...ho..repay...e...or...ving..ur...ife?"
Lara couldn't hear what they were saying. Just some bits and peaces like someone watching television and pressing the channel button to make the sound crack. She couldn't make out to whom the voice belonged to. Someone moaned. A soft smacking voice could also be heard. Then someone moaned, again.
"Ple..e"
That Lara could make out. They were torturing someone. She raised her head and didn't care how much it hurted. In her mind there was only one person that could be there groweling in front of the torturer or torturers. But there was nothing she could do. They had locked her up in some room which seemed to be very high and the door seemed to be closed. Propably locked. Just her luck. Get into something like this because of her stupid crush on someone who laid in a hospital. In coma. Lara cursed Kurtis, his father, all the nephilim that might've made it to this very day but most of all she cursed Karel and his plans. Wait...if the room was all sealed up how could she hear their talk? She found an answer near the ceiling. There were windows there. Some kind of ancient air-conditioning. She didn't know what they were for but they made it possible for her to hear how someone yelled again in pain.