Disclaimer: Still don't own any of the Tomb Raider games or movies characters. The plot is mine.
It's always nice to hear if you like my work or not. Feel free to tell me. I'm sorry for the shortness of this chappy. Quess I need a little time to think what to happen next.
Thank you for reviewing and lightening up my normally so boring days. Suetekh, I really don't mind in which place you review my story. I'm somewhat asounished that people still read it.
The Pictures
He was shocked and for a moment he thought he had imagined it. All that the picture in his hand was was a ceased moment of time long gone by now. He hand't existed then and because of that it was hard for him to think the time in the picture had ever existed or the event in it ever occured. If the picture presented a moment, only one moment in time, there was no way the images in the picture could move. If what his eyes were telling him was true the picture could not have been taken during his parent's wedding or then there was more to it than it let out.
He found himself staring at the picture not wanting to believe what he saw a moment ago but still having the need to be sure. She blinked again and her eyes were looking directly at him. Kurtis gasped and dropped the picture breathing rapidly. Winston eyed hin suspiciously still sitting on the chair. He stood up slowly and walked to Kurtis who just stood there his eyes closed. To Kurtis it felt safest to think what he couldn't see couldn't hurt him and so he used the oldest trick in the book of ways of hiding oneself - closing one's eyes. Winston stood a while next to the younger man a look of concern so obvious on his face.
"Mr. Trent", he called softly receiving only a simple nod from the obviously scared man.
Sure Kurtis had seen much during his years of life but a picture looking directly at him was something even he hadn't had the cahce to come across. Blinking was just a cherry on top of it all. Sometimes Kurtis envied the so-called normal people and the sweet oblivion they lived in. In their world the only supernatural event appeared when they received too much change from their shopping or found a twenty-dollar bill.
Kurtis opened his other eye careful not to glance at the picture and looked at the elderly man from the corner of his eyes. Winston wasn't looking at him but the picture resting on the carpet. He picket it up and looked at the couple in it for a little while. In it posed a just married couple or at least Winston thought so. The woman had very lowely face and little curly long hair. The young man's facual structure reminded Kurtis' and Winston glanced at him just to be certain. He felt a great want to ask Kurtis about the picture but as a butler he wasn't entitled to ask such questions. It was a whole different story with Lara to whom he was more like a friend than a servant. When it came to Lara's friends Winston acted by the butlers' etiquette.
Kurtis wasn't aware of the etiquette and therefore was stunned by Winston's actions. In this point people were usually asking a load of questions starting from the people in the picture all the way to the ones about how he'd felt when his mother left and had he ever seen a therapist. The last question was asked only once - by a therapist - but it had surprised him nonetheless. He had come to the conclusion that people with boring lives wanted to reach out and taste a bite of someone else's. As Winston still said nothing Kurtis doubted a while whether or not he should tell the butler.
Kurtis filled Winston in about the people in the picture. He wasn't surprised when Winston told him he had already known. There was obvious resemblance between Kurtis and his father.
Now relaxed, Kurtis took the picture fron Winston and looked at it. There was a soft smile on her face but in it hid something sad. Then a single tear rolled down her face. He felt it again. The utter coldness crept up from its hiding place and the eerie feeling returned to him. He glanced at Winston quickly seeing the man smiling at the photograph apparently not seeing what Kurtis did. The realization hit its mark. Winston hadn't heard the hoarse voice either. Had he felt the coldness? Had his breath come out as a steam? Suddenly Kurtis smiled too. If no one else could see it or hear the voices that must mean he had lost his mind. After all it wasn't such a bad thing to happen and probably that therapist he had met once would've drawn to the conclusion that it was all happened because of his mother leaving him at such a young age. Then he realized it. His father had destroyed all of their wedding pictures and all of the ones about his mother. It had simply been too much for Konstantin to live with. The picture in his hands wasn't taken at his parents wedding.
He touched his nose again. The scratch was real enough so must the creature that gave it to him be. Kurtis gave another glimpse to the photograph and turned it around. Behind it was writing that merely stated the date the picture was taken. Yesterday. He took the other photograpd looking at him and his father sitting in the boat. Something in his head tried to tell him that turning the picture around wasn't worth it. Perhaps it was the very thing people called the instinct of selfpreservation. He had never been good in listening to it so he turned the photo around. His eyes flew open in disbelief. The date was exactly the same than in the other picture. Even the time was same. The pictures had been taken exactly at the same time.
There was something else behind the fishing trip picture. Something that hadn't been there before - writing. It appeared behind the picture in front of his eyes.
It's always nice to hear if you like my work or not. Feel free to tell me. I'm sorry for the shortness of this chappy. Quess I need a little time to think what to happen next.
Thank you for reviewing and lightening up my normally so boring days. Suetekh, I really don't mind in which place you review my story. I'm somewhat asounished that people still read it.
The Pictures
He was shocked and for a moment he thought he had imagined it. All that the picture in his hand was was a ceased moment of time long gone by now. He hand't existed then and because of that it was hard for him to think the time in the picture had ever existed or the event in it ever occured. If the picture presented a moment, only one moment in time, there was no way the images in the picture could move. If what his eyes were telling him was true the picture could not have been taken during his parent's wedding or then there was more to it than it let out.
He found himself staring at the picture not wanting to believe what he saw a moment ago but still having the need to be sure. She blinked again and her eyes were looking directly at him. Kurtis gasped and dropped the picture breathing rapidly. Winston eyed hin suspiciously still sitting on the chair. He stood up slowly and walked to Kurtis who just stood there his eyes closed. To Kurtis it felt safest to think what he couldn't see couldn't hurt him and so he used the oldest trick in the book of ways of hiding oneself - closing one's eyes. Winston stood a while next to the younger man a look of concern so obvious on his face.
"Mr. Trent", he called softly receiving only a simple nod from the obviously scared man.
Sure Kurtis had seen much during his years of life but a picture looking directly at him was something even he hadn't had the cahce to come across. Blinking was just a cherry on top of it all. Sometimes Kurtis envied the so-called normal people and the sweet oblivion they lived in. In their world the only supernatural event appeared when they received too much change from their shopping or found a twenty-dollar bill.
Kurtis opened his other eye careful not to glance at the picture and looked at the elderly man from the corner of his eyes. Winston wasn't looking at him but the picture resting on the carpet. He picket it up and looked at the couple in it for a little while. In it posed a just married couple or at least Winston thought so. The woman had very lowely face and little curly long hair. The young man's facual structure reminded Kurtis' and Winston glanced at him just to be certain. He felt a great want to ask Kurtis about the picture but as a butler he wasn't entitled to ask such questions. It was a whole different story with Lara to whom he was more like a friend than a servant. When it came to Lara's friends Winston acted by the butlers' etiquette.
Kurtis wasn't aware of the etiquette and therefore was stunned by Winston's actions. In this point people were usually asking a load of questions starting from the people in the picture all the way to the ones about how he'd felt when his mother left and had he ever seen a therapist. The last question was asked only once - by a therapist - but it had surprised him nonetheless. He had come to the conclusion that people with boring lives wanted to reach out and taste a bite of someone else's. As Winston still said nothing Kurtis doubted a while whether or not he should tell the butler.
Kurtis filled Winston in about the people in the picture. He wasn't surprised when Winston told him he had already known. There was obvious resemblance between Kurtis and his father.
Now relaxed, Kurtis took the picture fron Winston and looked at it. There was a soft smile on her face but in it hid something sad. Then a single tear rolled down her face. He felt it again. The utter coldness crept up from its hiding place and the eerie feeling returned to him. He glanced at Winston quickly seeing the man smiling at the photograph apparently not seeing what Kurtis did. The realization hit its mark. Winston hadn't heard the hoarse voice either. Had he felt the coldness? Had his breath come out as a steam? Suddenly Kurtis smiled too. If no one else could see it or hear the voices that must mean he had lost his mind. After all it wasn't such a bad thing to happen and probably that therapist he had met once would've drawn to the conclusion that it was all happened because of his mother leaving him at such a young age. Then he realized it. His father had destroyed all of their wedding pictures and all of the ones about his mother. It had simply been too much for Konstantin to live with. The picture in his hands wasn't taken at his parents wedding.
He touched his nose again. The scratch was real enough so must the creature that gave it to him be. Kurtis gave another glimpse to the photograph and turned it around. Behind it was writing that merely stated the date the picture was taken. Yesterday. He took the other photograpd looking at him and his father sitting in the boat. Something in his head tried to tell him that turning the picture around wasn't worth it. Perhaps it was the very thing people called the instinct of selfpreservation. He had never been good in listening to it so he turned the photo around. His eyes flew open in disbelief. The date was exactly the same than in the other picture. Even the time was same. The pictures had been taken exactly at the same time.
There was something else behind the fishing trip picture. Something that hadn't been there before - writing. It appeared behind the picture in front of his eyes.