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I myself am really dissapointed in this chapter but can assure you that I try to make next one better.
Peaceful Easy Feeling
He had wandered in mist which fully blurred his vision and mind. Being there was not so bad. It was a place where he could feel none of the pain his injuries were causing him. It felt like floating in a boat on smooth as glass water. Small waves were lapping against the boat as it passed by slowly. He felt warmt caressing his face like the sun itself had come down from the sky to make him warm. It felt like it was summer, an afternoon, and there was no worries in the world. None that existed to him anyway.
There was no way the real world could grap him and pull him back. In deep down he realised he had to head back but he didn't want to part with this feeling of serenity just yet. He knew he had to. The same way that day had to give way to the night. He knew there would be time he had to row to shore. Like everything beautiful this had to stop too.
He laid motionless on the enigmatic lady's couch. A small smile had concuered her lips as she was removing the pieces of glass from his feet. her eyes were studying Kurtis's features and something flickered in them. Something ages old, deep and powerful. She watered a clean piece of cloth and cleansed the wounds caused by the glass pieces. He didn't seem to feel it like he hadn't felt anything after stepping through the door and she thought it to be good.
He had been slightly feverish when he had come inside and walking in snow hadn't helped that much. She let her eyes look at him for a while. He still wore those hospital clothes but she had found some blankets that would make him warmer. He was beginning to come out of it.
Kurtis's feeling of peace was pearced by a sudden feeling of pain and some unexplainable force ripped him away from his inconciousness. It was like a voice that roamed acroos the sky like thunder. It dropped no raindrops but but somehow he sill felt wet. His clothes were wet. Slowly his eyelids fluttered open and he could just and just see the lady sitting next to him and removing the glass shards from his legs. Miraculously it didn't hurt much or at least as much as he had thought it would. He slowly raised his head but his world started spinning around.
"Lay back down dear", the lady said voice filled harmony. There was something soothing in her tone of voice and it made Kurtis lay back down.
"How long...have...I been..here?", he asked not a single bit of anger in his voice. Something in this house made him feel totally calm.
"Not long, dear. About three hours"
Three hours? It had felt like an eternity he had sailed on that lake.
"I've almost had all of the glass away", the lady said without looking at him.
Glass? What glass and where? From where had the glass come from? In that moment Kurtis realized he really couldn't remember. Last thing he could was sliding down the stairs with his stomach and from there all was darkness. He didn't even remember how he had gotten to this house and who the lady was. There was something in the darkness he could remember though. Cold and shivering. Snowflakes falling from the sky. Everything else was dark.
"L-Lara?", Kurtis asked forcing himself back down. The three hours that had passed all ready might have been fatal to Lara and all he had done during that time was laying on some strange woman's couch. He should leave as soon as possible. Silent fear had started to grow inside him. While he was laying here anything might have happened. Anything. Her eyes. He might never see them open and full of life again. Life.
"Who, dear?", the woman asked like she really didn't care or then she thought that he was delirious.
"A le-etter", Kurtis said and grinned when a new wave of pain emerged. He didn't let himself scream.
"What letter, dear?", the lady asked still in a calm voice like nothing in this world would've touched her, like she was above this world not really connected to it.
"She...told me ina l-let-tter that...she rented..."
"Rented a room from a lafy across the street?", she asked in middle of Kurtis's sentence. All he could do was nod and even doing such a small movement caused him tremendous pain. "A brown hairded woman? Ms. Croft her name was I think"
Kurtis was astonished. Had she rented a room from this same woman who had opened her door to a total stranger face covered with blood? He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Yes...she rented a room from me dear", the woman answered the question Kurtis didn't ask. He was going to but the words never left his lips. It felt like the woman could read her mind. Other option was that he couldn't hide the look in his eyes. He raised his head from the pillows and looked at the woman who seemed to be ready with his legs. She never even looked at his stomach wound as though she knew there was nothing she needed to do to it. She grabbed some bandages and was going to bandage his head wounds when he stopped him. A guestioning look rose into her eyes.
"Not...them", Kurtis said slowly and closed his eyes for a moment. He could remember that the letter said she lived in Britain and how would he get on a plane with bandages across his head? There was a chance of course but it was minimal. He didn't even start to think the looks on their faces when they saw someone attempting to get on a plane with a head wound. And the clothes...he should get rid of the clothes. The lady seemed to understand his unspoken sentences and nodded a little.
"I gathered some clothes I thought might fit you", she said not looking at him directly. "You surely don't want to wander away in those"
She kept on surprising Kurtis and now he was sure that she could read her mind. He sat up quickly, too quickly really, and felt dizziness that forced him back down. Then his eyes wondered to the pile of clothing. They didn't look old and used. They looked brand new and he thought had she gone through the trouble of buying them while he was out? On the other hand she had said she had taken almost all of the glass away and though he didn't know the amount of glass he had had in his soles he knew that must have taken some time. Had the clothing just appeared from thin air? Kurtis knew that there was much in this world that was unhuman and supernatural but even he didn't believe clothing appearing from thin air.
He tried to sit up again and this time succeeded. The lady didn't try to stop him in anyway. She just sat there and kept eyeing him her eyes filled with that stange glare he had seen through the window. After a moment she stood up and walked out of the room giving him time to get dressed. He grapped the first piece of clothing that appeared to be trousers. Exactly same kind of trousers he had on when taken to hospital. Exactly same number and exactly same colour He could've swore that they were his own but they were missing all the damage years had caused to them. After putting the trousers on with slight pain he reached for the shirts and they looked like his own exept they were brand new. Then his eyes travelled to the floor. He saw his shoes but they carried all the damage done to them. They were his.
After he got dressed he tried standing up and to his surprise his broken body didn't cause any troubles. Only part of his body that did was his head and he could seee the world going blurry before his eyes and he had to sit back down. Third time was success although walking didn't feel too good at the moment. He leaned to the wall while making his way to the door. She did nothing to stop him.
"Why?", he turned around and asked her looking her straight in the eyes.
"Because all of us aren't monsters"
I myself am really dissapointed in this chapter but can assure you that I try to make next one better.
Peaceful Easy Feeling
He had wandered in mist which fully blurred his vision and mind. Being there was not so bad. It was a place where he could feel none of the pain his injuries were causing him. It felt like floating in a boat on smooth as glass water. Small waves were lapping against the boat as it passed by slowly. He felt warmt caressing his face like the sun itself had come down from the sky to make him warm. It felt like it was summer, an afternoon, and there was no worries in the world. None that existed to him anyway.
There was no way the real world could grap him and pull him back. In deep down he realised he had to head back but he didn't want to part with this feeling of serenity just yet. He knew he had to. The same way that day had to give way to the night. He knew there would be time he had to row to shore. Like everything beautiful this had to stop too.
He laid motionless on the enigmatic lady's couch. A small smile had concuered her lips as she was removing the pieces of glass from his feet. her eyes were studying Kurtis's features and something flickered in them. Something ages old, deep and powerful. She watered a clean piece of cloth and cleansed the wounds caused by the glass pieces. He didn't seem to feel it like he hadn't felt anything after stepping through the door and she thought it to be good.
He had been slightly feverish when he had come inside and walking in snow hadn't helped that much. She let her eyes look at him for a while. He still wore those hospital clothes but she had found some blankets that would make him warmer. He was beginning to come out of it.
Kurtis's feeling of peace was pearced by a sudden feeling of pain and some unexplainable force ripped him away from his inconciousness. It was like a voice that roamed acroos the sky like thunder. It dropped no raindrops but but somehow he sill felt wet. His clothes were wet. Slowly his eyelids fluttered open and he could just and just see the lady sitting next to him and removing the glass shards from his legs. Miraculously it didn't hurt much or at least as much as he had thought it would. He slowly raised his head but his world started spinning around.
"Lay back down dear", the lady said voice filled harmony. There was something soothing in her tone of voice and it made Kurtis lay back down.
"How long...have...I been..here?", he asked not a single bit of anger in his voice. Something in this house made him feel totally calm.
"Not long, dear. About three hours"
Three hours? It had felt like an eternity he had sailed on that lake.
"I've almost had all of the glass away", the lady said without looking at him.
Glass? What glass and where? From where had the glass come from? In that moment Kurtis realized he really couldn't remember. Last thing he could was sliding down the stairs with his stomach and from there all was darkness. He didn't even remember how he had gotten to this house and who the lady was. There was something in the darkness he could remember though. Cold and shivering. Snowflakes falling from the sky. Everything else was dark.
"L-Lara?", Kurtis asked forcing himself back down. The three hours that had passed all ready might have been fatal to Lara and all he had done during that time was laying on some strange woman's couch. He should leave as soon as possible. Silent fear had started to grow inside him. While he was laying here anything might have happened. Anything. Her eyes. He might never see them open and full of life again. Life.
"Who, dear?", the woman asked like she really didn't care or then she thought that he was delirious.
"A le-etter", Kurtis said and grinned when a new wave of pain emerged. He didn't let himself scream.
"What letter, dear?", the lady asked still in a calm voice like nothing in this world would've touched her, like she was above this world not really connected to it.
"She...told me ina l-let-tter that...she rented..."
"Rented a room from a lafy across the street?", she asked in middle of Kurtis's sentence. All he could do was nod and even doing such a small movement caused him tremendous pain. "A brown hairded woman? Ms. Croft her name was I think"
Kurtis was astonished. Had she rented a room from this same woman who had opened her door to a total stranger face covered with blood? He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Yes...she rented a room from me dear", the woman answered the question Kurtis didn't ask. He was going to but the words never left his lips. It felt like the woman could read her mind. Other option was that he couldn't hide the look in his eyes. He raised his head from the pillows and looked at the woman who seemed to be ready with his legs. She never even looked at his stomach wound as though she knew there was nothing she needed to do to it. She grabbed some bandages and was going to bandage his head wounds when he stopped him. A guestioning look rose into her eyes.
"Not...them", Kurtis said slowly and closed his eyes for a moment. He could remember that the letter said she lived in Britain and how would he get on a plane with bandages across his head? There was a chance of course but it was minimal. He didn't even start to think the looks on their faces when they saw someone attempting to get on a plane with a head wound. And the clothes...he should get rid of the clothes. The lady seemed to understand his unspoken sentences and nodded a little.
"I gathered some clothes I thought might fit you", she said not looking at him directly. "You surely don't want to wander away in those"
She kept on surprising Kurtis and now he was sure that she could read her mind. He sat up quickly, too quickly really, and felt dizziness that forced him back down. Then his eyes wondered to the pile of clothing. They didn't look old and used. They looked brand new and he thought had she gone through the trouble of buying them while he was out? On the other hand she had said she had taken almost all of the glass away and though he didn't know the amount of glass he had had in his soles he knew that must have taken some time. Had the clothing just appeared from thin air? Kurtis knew that there was much in this world that was unhuman and supernatural but even he didn't believe clothing appearing from thin air.
He tried to sit up again and this time succeeded. The lady didn't try to stop him in anyway. She just sat there and kept eyeing him her eyes filled with that stange glare he had seen through the window. After a moment she stood up and walked out of the room giving him time to get dressed. He grapped the first piece of clothing that appeared to be trousers. Exactly same kind of trousers he had on when taken to hospital. Exactly same number and exactly same colour He could've swore that they were his own but they were missing all the damage years had caused to them. After putting the trousers on with slight pain he reached for the shirts and they looked like his own exept they were brand new. Then his eyes travelled to the floor. He saw his shoes but they carried all the damage done to them. They were his.
After he got dressed he tried standing up and to his surprise his broken body didn't cause any troubles. Only part of his body that did was his head and he could seee the world going blurry before his eyes and he had to sit back down. Third time was success although walking didn't feel too good at the moment. He leaned to the wall while making his way to the door. She did nothing to stop him.
"Why?", he turned around and asked her looking her straight in the eyes.
"Because all of us aren't monsters"