Disclaimer: No. I simply don't own any of the chars from any of the Tomb Raider games or movies.
Walking on Snow
Well...seemed that whoever lived in that house wasn't home or then they had hidden under the table. He could understand the reason perfectly well. If someone looking like him at the moment emerged on his doorstep he wouldn't open. Not in a million years. He felt fatigue kreeping up on him and had to resist the want just to lie down and let the sweetness of unconciousness hold him once again. He had to fight it. If not for him then for Lara. For a second the picture of the attractive brunet flashed before his eyes. Sure Kurtis had met many attractive women but none of them had been able to keep his interests up for long. There was something different in her. Though he didn't remember seeing her smile he could imagine how she would look when something made her happy. There was something inside her too. Such a strenght that he hadn't seen any of the women he had known possess. It made her shine. Not like people shine in old movies or angels are imagined to shine. She shone to him.
Kurtis knocked again. Still no answer. Perhaps they had gone and called the police. Told them that some lunatic covered in blood stood on their porch face filled with agony and eyes dim and staring like he was high. His body resisted moving anywhere. Maybe it thought this was a good place to be. Standing here in a cool winter night trembling because of the cold. Then Kurtis realized it. He was still wearing hospital clothes and his shirt was red with blood from certain spots. His stomach wound hadn't suffered so much from sliding down the stairs as he thought it might. Slowly he raised his shirt a bit to see the bandages and the blood seeping through them. Magnificent.
Slowly he turned and came down the few stairs leading to the porch. Next house then, right? There were a couple still as Kurtis had thought across the street meant the houses facing the main door of the hospital. He had made great progress or at least he thought so but he know his time was running out. It couldn't take much longer that someone came out looking for him. Someone who had just woken up from coma yesterday wasn't so hard to catch so he needed to hurry.
There seemed to be no picket fence or anything he could lean against so he just had to walk. It was that simple. The distance wasn't so long and he had to give it a shot. Having hypothermia wouldn't help him much either so it would be better to do it quick and not come numb with cold. It wouldn't serve his purpose. He could all ready imagine the headlines of tomorrows newspapers: Just woken coma patient froze to death. He couldn't resist the little laughter that escaped his lips though there really was nothing hilarious in the situation.
He began to walk slowly. His legs had grown goosebumps long time ago and now the coldness was attacking him inside. He could almost feel his heart freeze and its beating come irregular. He had to sit down for just a little while not longer than a blink of an eye. His legs were screaming with pain and almost begging their torture to be ended. He didn't feel the pain in his soles anymore even though dozens pieces of glass had bored to them because he had no shoes. The snow had made them numb and slowly he was beginning to feel some warmth in them and he knew he had to keep going. The numbness was like a beast or a flower that used its colours or some of its other attractive features to lure its prey in a trap.
At least the pain couldn't get any worse than this he though limping towards the next house. He tried to warm himself up with his hands but it didn't do much. He began to forget he was even walking. The numb, warm feeling was starting to take him over releasing him from all of his pain and suffering and slowly the world and surviving started to loose their meaning. Only things that he felt was calmness and serenity. They were the keys to the garden of peace where no agony and pain held place. He saw the house getting larger and reached out to touch the banister and suddenly he felt it under his arm. It was only thing that kept him and his mind in this world. It was like bright light in all-covering darkness.
He faced yeat another door and then he heard it. A group of people rushed through the main entrance of the hospital looking alert. They were searching him and if he lingered much longer they would find him. There was no doubt of that. His eyes searched the door and his hand reached towards it like a dying man reaches towards salvation. He knocked once, twice but no one opened. Then he saw someone looking at him from a window. He could se fear in the lady's eyes but there was something hidden in her gaze. Understanding? It seemed like an eternity that they stared at each other and Kurtis could feel his eyelids becoming heavier. The oblivion was calling for him and this time he didn't protest.
He expected everything to go black but the blackness never came. Instead of it his eyes opened again and the woman who had stood in the window had dissapeared. He sighed. Was this the end of his escape? The people who had rushed out of the hospital must alrady have found his bloody footprints and they were easy to follow. Suddenly he heard someone opening the locks of the door in front of him and he backed a little. The same lady that had glanced at him from the window stood there now. She was smaller than he had expected but her age was hard to quess. It seemed like she was ageless. Someone who had been here from the beginning of times and would be here to the end of them. Her eyes were filled with sympathy and somehow Kurtis got the feeling that she understood...everything. If he hadn't believed in angels before this would be a good time to start.
"Do you want me to call to the hospital?", the woman asked although in her heart she all ready knew the answer. In the heart that beat for every thing alive even for those who had a soul rotten to the core.
Kurtis shook his had slightly not looking at the woman. At that moment he felt like he couldn't stand her gaze.
"Then come in dear. You're freezing out here", she said calmly and her voice reminded Kurtis of someone's he had known decades ago.
Kurtis had no problems in obeying her and quietly he stepped through the door. The woman followed him and closed the door. She stood still a while and then had him sit on the couch. He felt safe there in the company of the mysterious woman and though he didn't know it the footrprints in the snow had vanished like they had never existed.
Walking on Snow
Well...seemed that whoever lived in that house wasn't home or then they had hidden under the table. He could understand the reason perfectly well. If someone looking like him at the moment emerged on his doorstep he wouldn't open. Not in a million years. He felt fatigue kreeping up on him and had to resist the want just to lie down and let the sweetness of unconciousness hold him once again. He had to fight it. If not for him then for Lara. For a second the picture of the attractive brunet flashed before his eyes. Sure Kurtis had met many attractive women but none of them had been able to keep his interests up for long. There was something different in her. Though he didn't remember seeing her smile he could imagine how she would look when something made her happy. There was something inside her too. Such a strenght that he hadn't seen any of the women he had known possess. It made her shine. Not like people shine in old movies or angels are imagined to shine. She shone to him.
Kurtis knocked again. Still no answer. Perhaps they had gone and called the police. Told them that some lunatic covered in blood stood on their porch face filled with agony and eyes dim and staring like he was high. His body resisted moving anywhere. Maybe it thought this was a good place to be. Standing here in a cool winter night trembling because of the cold. Then Kurtis realized it. He was still wearing hospital clothes and his shirt was red with blood from certain spots. His stomach wound hadn't suffered so much from sliding down the stairs as he thought it might. Slowly he raised his shirt a bit to see the bandages and the blood seeping through them. Magnificent.
Slowly he turned and came down the few stairs leading to the porch. Next house then, right? There were a couple still as Kurtis had thought across the street meant the houses facing the main door of the hospital. He had made great progress or at least he thought so but he know his time was running out. It couldn't take much longer that someone came out looking for him. Someone who had just woken up from coma yesterday wasn't so hard to catch so he needed to hurry.
There seemed to be no picket fence or anything he could lean against so he just had to walk. It was that simple. The distance wasn't so long and he had to give it a shot. Having hypothermia wouldn't help him much either so it would be better to do it quick and not come numb with cold. It wouldn't serve his purpose. He could all ready imagine the headlines of tomorrows newspapers: Just woken coma patient froze to death. He couldn't resist the little laughter that escaped his lips though there really was nothing hilarious in the situation.
He began to walk slowly. His legs had grown goosebumps long time ago and now the coldness was attacking him inside. He could almost feel his heart freeze and its beating come irregular. He had to sit down for just a little while not longer than a blink of an eye. His legs were screaming with pain and almost begging their torture to be ended. He didn't feel the pain in his soles anymore even though dozens pieces of glass had bored to them because he had no shoes. The snow had made them numb and slowly he was beginning to feel some warmth in them and he knew he had to keep going. The numbness was like a beast or a flower that used its colours or some of its other attractive features to lure its prey in a trap.
At least the pain couldn't get any worse than this he though limping towards the next house. He tried to warm himself up with his hands but it didn't do much. He began to forget he was even walking. The numb, warm feeling was starting to take him over releasing him from all of his pain and suffering and slowly the world and surviving started to loose their meaning. Only things that he felt was calmness and serenity. They were the keys to the garden of peace where no agony and pain held place. He saw the house getting larger and reached out to touch the banister and suddenly he felt it under his arm. It was only thing that kept him and his mind in this world. It was like bright light in all-covering darkness.
He faced yeat another door and then he heard it. A group of people rushed through the main entrance of the hospital looking alert. They were searching him and if he lingered much longer they would find him. There was no doubt of that. His eyes searched the door and his hand reached towards it like a dying man reaches towards salvation. He knocked once, twice but no one opened. Then he saw someone looking at him from a window. He could se fear in the lady's eyes but there was something hidden in her gaze. Understanding? It seemed like an eternity that they stared at each other and Kurtis could feel his eyelids becoming heavier. The oblivion was calling for him and this time he didn't protest.
He expected everything to go black but the blackness never came. Instead of it his eyes opened again and the woman who had stood in the window had dissapeared. He sighed. Was this the end of his escape? The people who had rushed out of the hospital must alrady have found his bloody footprints and they were easy to follow. Suddenly he heard someone opening the locks of the door in front of him and he backed a little. The same lady that had glanced at him from the window stood there now. She was smaller than he had expected but her age was hard to quess. It seemed like she was ageless. Someone who had been here from the beginning of times and would be here to the end of them. Her eyes were filled with sympathy and somehow Kurtis got the feeling that she understood...everything. If he hadn't believed in angels before this would be a good time to start.
"Do you want me to call to the hospital?", the woman asked although in her heart she all ready knew the answer. In the heart that beat for every thing alive even for those who had a soul rotten to the core.
Kurtis shook his had slightly not looking at the woman. At that moment he felt like he couldn't stand her gaze.
"Then come in dear. You're freezing out here", she said calmly and her voice reminded Kurtis of someone's he had known decades ago.
Kurtis had no problems in obeying her and quietly he stepped through the door. The woman followed him and closed the door. She stood still a while and then had him sit on the couch. He felt safe there in the company of the mysterious woman and though he didn't know it the footrprints in the snow had vanished like they had never existed.