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Inmates
She must have fallen asleep. Slowly she opened her eyes and found out that she was surrounded by darkness and no light could be seen. At least the voices had grown silent. Her head wasn't so sore anymore and she got up and just stood there giving her eyes enough time to adjust to the darkness. It took a while but soon she could make out that she was still in the same room. She could see a bed that seemed to be the only peace of furniture in the room. Slowly she walked to the door. Locked. Had the entire world turned against her in the last few days?
There seemed to be no way out of the room. None. She couldn't reach the windows and for the first time in her life she felt like a loser. Karel had all the strings now and he could pull them the way he wanted and she had now other choice than to obey. Lara shure wasn't willing to obey any man. She had done great this far without the opposite sex. Shure there had been times she had wanted company. Someone to talk to and someone who would comfort her when her world turned upside down. She had been quite cerain that there was no man that could match her requirements. Then she had met Kurtis.
"I'm...sor..ry"
She heard someone she thought was in the next room say. Then that someone started crying. Not very loud but still so loud that Lara could hear him .It was a him she was shure. She walked closer to the wall and pressed her ear against it. The voice indeed came from the room next to hers. Or should she say cell next to hers.
"I...I didn't mean to"
Seemed that he was talking to himself or then he had lost it and thought there was someone with him. Something made her feel sorry for this total stranger.
"Excuse me", she said.
Utter silence seemed to claim the man in the next cell and then she heard him moving. Was he coming closer to the wall between them? He started to cry again.
"Are you all right?", she asked. What a stupid question was that she, thought to herself. When someone was crying it was quite obvious that the person wasn't all right.
Still no answer. Lara sighed and dropped her arms from the wall. Seemed like she was achieving nothing with this. To her surprise she felt good. It warmed her inside that she knew she wasn't the only one in this city or the ruins of one. Had Karel taken more hostages that her? Who else would he need? Then a thought crossed her mind. Could it be? Maybe all those years Karel had held Kurtis' father as a slave against his will the poor man had slept in that room. Like a prison sentenced for life.
"What happened to you?", she asked trying to make contact with the person in the next cell. "How did he caught you?"
Lara hoped she was right about the other prisoners identity because she desperately needed answers to all the questions that had formed in her mind during her kidnapping. If she wasn't right she could at least try to lessen the weight on that poor man's shoulders and make his concience a little bit cleaner. No answer. She had almost given up hope when the man finally spoke.
"He never wanted any of this", the man kept a small pause. "It's all my fault. Everything. Every single bit of it"
"Who?", Lara asked in a peaceful voice. Startling this man wouldn't help her.
"I could see it in his eyes. The frustration but what could I have done? It was in his blood?"
What was in whose blood? A disease maybe? Or some supernatural power...like Kurtis's. She remembered clearly how he had opened the doors in the Louvre without touching the handle. Throwing them open with his mind.
"Too long...too long", the man said and started crying once more.
Lara began to feel that she was a stranger in this conversation. The man was speaking to himself . He must've been here a long time. It was horrible what isolation from the world could do to human being. Lara was shure that the man was a human. He seemed to have developed a world of his own inside his head. A place where he could keep a contact with those who had once mattered to him. The ones who he had loved more than life itself.
"Can you forgive me? Can you ever forgive me?"
He sounded desperate begging forgiveness from someone who only excisted to him. People always said that if one speaks to himself one is crazy. Lara started to see that from a different angle. It could also be a blessing as well as a curse. In a desperate moment it could make one feel better. The man in the next cell had started to repeat "I'm sorry". Maybe the one he was talking to had died because of him. She herself had felt her father's precence even though he had died. Maybe there was only a thin veil between the land of the living and the land of the dead so the dead could watch and perhaps even quide the ones who had stayed behind. It was a rather comforting thought. Thinking there was indeed something after death made the parting from this world easier. Maybe the dead just left their bodies behind while their spiritual essence traveled trough the tunnel into the bright light that was salvation or whatever waited on the other side.
If you read please review. It would be nice to know if the story is still worth of reading. Thanks for all those who have already reviewed.
Inmates
She must have fallen asleep. Slowly she opened her eyes and found out that she was surrounded by darkness and no light could be seen. At least the voices had grown silent. Her head wasn't so sore anymore and she got up and just stood there giving her eyes enough time to adjust to the darkness. It took a while but soon she could make out that she was still in the same room. She could see a bed that seemed to be the only peace of furniture in the room. Slowly she walked to the door. Locked. Had the entire world turned against her in the last few days?
There seemed to be no way out of the room. None. She couldn't reach the windows and for the first time in her life she felt like a loser. Karel had all the strings now and he could pull them the way he wanted and she had now other choice than to obey. Lara shure wasn't willing to obey any man. She had done great this far without the opposite sex. Shure there had been times she had wanted company. Someone to talk to and someone who would comfort her when her world turned upside down. She had been quite cerain that there was no man that could match her requirements. Then she had met Kurtis.
"I'm...sor..ry"
She heard someone she thought was in the next room say. Then that someone started crying. Not very loud but still so loud that Lara could hear him .It was a him she was shure. She walked closer to the wall and pressed her ear against it. The voice indeed came from the room next to hers. Or should she say cell next to hers.
"I...I didn't mean to"
Seemed that he was talking to himself or then he had lost it and thought there was someone with him. Something made her feel sorry for this total stranger.
"Excuse me", she said.
Utter silence seemed to claim the man in the next cell and then she heard him moving. Was he coming closer to the wall between them? He started to cry again.
"Are you all right?", she asked. What a stupid question was that she, thought to herself. When someone was crying it was quite obvious that the person wasn't all right.
Still no answer. Lara sighed and dropped her arms from the wall. Seemed like she was achieving nothing with this. To her surprise she felt good. It warmed her inside that she knew she wasn't the only one in this city or the ruins of one. Had Karel taken more hostages that her? Who else would he need? Then a thought crossed her mind. Could it be? Maybe all those years Karel had held Kurtis' father as a slave against his will the poor man had slept in that room. Like a prison sentenced for life.
"What happened to you?", she asked trying to make contact with the person in the next cell. "How did he caught you?"
Lara hoped she was right about the other prisoners identity because she desperately needed answers to all the questions that had formed in her mind during her kidnapping. If she wasn't right she could at least try to lessen the weight on that poor man's shoulders and make his concience a little bit cleaner. No answer. She had almost given up hope when the man finally spoke.
"He never wanted any of this", the man kept a small pause. "It's all my fault. Everything. Every single bit of it"
"Who?", Lara asked in a peaceful voice. Startling this man wouldn't help her.
"I could see it in his eyes. The frustration but what could I have done? It was in his blood?"
What was in whose blood? A disease maybe? Or some supernatural power...like Kurtis's. She remembered clearly how he had opened the doors in the Louvre without touching the handle. Throwing them open with his mind.
"Too long...too long", the man said and started crying once more.
Lara began to feel that she was a stranger in this conversation. The man was speaking to himself . He must've been here a long time. It was horrible what isolation from the world could do to human being. Lara was shure that the man was a human. He seemed to have developed a world of his own inside his head. A place where he could keep a contact with those who had once mattered to him. The ones who he had loved more than life itself.
"Can you forgive me? Can you ever forgive me?"
He sounded desperate begging forgiveness from someone who only excisted to him. People always said that if one speaks to himself one is crazy. Lara started to see that from a different angle. It could also be a blessing as well as a curse. In a desperate moment it could make one feel better. The man in the next cell had started to repeat "I'm sorry". Maybe the one he was talking to had died because of him. She herself had felt her father's precence even though he had died. Maybe there was only a thin veil between the land of the living and the land of the dead so the dead could watch and perhaps even quide the ones who had stayed behind. It was a rather comforting thought. Thinking there was indeed something after death made the parting from this world easier. Maybe the dead just left their bodies behind while their spiritual essence traveled trough the tunnel into the bright light that was salvation or whatever waited on the other side.