First of all I want to apologize to all my readers for letting them wait so long for me to update. I just had this terrible writers block I didn't seem to get out from, I think I'm still in it but I don't want to let you wait any longer. So read this chappie and enjoy it, hope you like it

Chianna, I apologize once more. I just suffered from this horrible writers block. Thanks for reviewing though, I'm glad you read my story.

Darlian, I'm sorry to let you wait so long for the next chappie Darlian. But here it is finally and I hope you like it. It was difficult to write cause I couldn't really think of a good ending but enjoy it and let me know what you think of it.

Faith, your not dead yet are you? I let you wait too long, please don't be dead, I'll kill myself if I killed you :). Anyway enjoy the next chappie, I hope you like it.

Chapter 11, A nightmare that has come true

A secret society known as the Illuminati…

…Help me, and you get what I know you want…

…The fifteenth of May is never a good day…

…After all, you are the daughter of a genius…

…Stole, stole, it's not like you really owned them or anything…

…If you cross me, we will not be able to remain friends…

…He always steered his own course…your father…

…But time was stolen from us…

Lara woke up with a start. Sweat covered her body, and she was breathing like an ox. Her eyes landed on the clock on her right, it was three in the morning. The tomb raider sighed, it had been a while since she last had a nightmare, especially this intense.

Lara turned around and wrapped her arm around Alex, she pulled herself closer to his body when she suddenly felt a strange sticky liquid on his stomach.

"What…?"

She moved her hand back and was shocked to see blood resting on her hands.

"Alex?" she said softly as she turned him on his back.

His eyes were closed, his face a white as snow. Lara pulled the sheets away and fear leaped into her body. Blood was everywhere, on the sheets, the bed, his entire body and even on her own body, though it took a while before she noticed this.

"My god…Alex…"

Lara was shaking his body back and forth, desperately hoping he would wake up. But she knew her eyes could not deceive her, the wound in his stomach proved that he was dead. Tears left her eyes as she stopped shaking his body and placed her head on his shoulder.

The only man she had ever loved in her entire life, the father of her future child was lying next to her, dead. How could this be, she had slept beside him for the entire night and hadn't noticed anything. The most idiotic thought flew through her head. What is she had done it in her sleep, during her nightmare she could have just grabbed a knife and kill him.

No, this is impossible. Lara is in control of her own body, she would never be able to do something like that, not even when she's asleep. And then again, where is the knife. Her brown eyes scanned the room, there was no knife in sight.

Then Lara thought of something that she should have thought of the first thing she saw Alex's body.

"Powell…"

Immediately Lara jumped out of bed. In her pajama's she walked out of her room, carefully making her way downstairs. It had to be him, and she has the feeling that Powell is still in the manor as well. Her eyes widened as a trail of blood emerged from Hillary's room and leads to the stairs.

Lara looked in Hillary's room and saw he was nowhere to be found.

"No Hilly, not you too."

Quick, but still on her guard, the tomb raider walked downstairs, following the blood trail, but knowing it is a trap. The trail leaded to Hillary just as she had hoped, but also just as she had feared, Hillary is dead.

Defeated she collapsed on her knees. Tears left her eyes and slowly found their way down her cheek. It was not supposed to happen this way, she was supposed to win and Hillary and Alex had to stay alive.

No, she could not give up hope now, there had to be a way to let this end in her advantage. Bryce, she had to find Bryce and hope he was still alive. The tomb raider crawled back on her feet and walked to the front door to find Bryce. She opened it and wanted to go outside. But that never happened. In a flash she saw Powell standing in front of her and then seconds later an invisible force threw her back.

Lara landed against the glass wall of the tech room and grunted in pain as she hit the floor. She knew Powell had the power of the rings, it was the only explanation for the death of her friends and the fact that she was lying here. Powell walked towards the tomb raider on a calm pace with his hands clasped behind his back. Lara saw Powell wasn't alone, Daniel was right behind him, holding one of Bryce's bugs, it was covered with blood.

That means they'd killed Bryce too and she was the only one left. Lara felt empty inside, the only three persons she cared for on this planet were taken away from her in what no doubt was a matter of seconds. Powell wants to make her suffer before he kills her. Well she might be in pain, but Lara wouldn't be herself to just give up without a fight.

"Good morning Lara." Powell said.

Lara ignored him and crawled back on her feet. She kept her cold eyes locked on the maniac, carefully watching every move he made.

"Aren't you happy to see me?"

"You killed Alex, you killed Hillary, you killed Bryce," Lara folded her arms. "No I am certainly not happy to see you, but I am telling you things you already know."

Powell started laughing.

"Yes you are telling me things I already know, but it always does me good to hear you are suffering." He said. "By the way, you never told me you were pregnant."

Everything inside of the tomb raider froze, how could he know she's pregnant? Well no time to dwell on it, he was trying to distract her, to break her soul. Lara would not let that happen, she has to think of a way to get those rings of his finger, but how? It was impossible to just grab his hand and pull them of, he would never allow that to happen.

The only thing she can think of is cutting of his hand, it will probably be the only solution. But she has nothing with her to cut it of and there is nothing close enough to try and reach for.

"Too bad the little child will never get to know his father."

Lara raised her eyebrow. "I don't think the child will live at all, aren't you planning to kill me?" she said.

Powell shrugged "perhaps, I could decide to allow you to have this child and kill you afterwards."

Lara shrugged "And have you raise my child? I'd rather die." She said.

"Yes I know, and that's why it's best to kill you."

Powell threw his hand forward, again an invisible force threw the tomb raider backwards, this time she crashed into a few vases. Lara was stunned for a moment, and shakes her head to get her vision straight. She wanted to crawl back on her feet, but again she was thrown backwards. Lara winced as she connected with another wall. When she could see clearly again, the hallway that leads to the garage came in her sight.

Without thinking, Lara lunged forward into the hallway and out of Powell's sight. He could easily have stopped her but Lara guessed he wanted to toy a little more with her before he kills her.

The tomb raider hurried her way through the hall and hid herself behind the jeep at the end of the garage. Just when she did this, Lara realized that this was probably the most stupid thing she could do, he would find her eventually. With her back pressed against one of the tires Lara refused to have a peek. She didn't have to, she could already feel him coming closer.

It was not like her to run and hide, Lara never stepped aside from a fight. But everyone who was dear to her had died, brutally murdered by Powell, there was nothing else Lara could think of at the moment. No brilliant last second idea to get the rings and kill Powell, all that was in her head were the images of Hillary and Alex.

Suddenly the glass from the jeep was shattered in pieces. Lara covered her head to prevent the glass from landing in her face. She felt strong hands seize her from behind and throwing her backwards. Lara landed hard against another car, and her head landed against the side mirror. She was too dazed to even realize which car it was, not that it mattered.

Powell emerged in her sight, his hand grabbed her throat and were cutting of the air from her windpipe. The tomb raider gasped for air as Powell lifted her inches from the floor. This was it, this was going to be her end. Lara was hurt too much to think of an escape plan. There was nothing she could do, Powell was too strong.

Then, out of nowhere a gun was fired once. Blood spattered into Lara's face and at the same time she dropped to the floor. Immediately the tomb raider sucked in every bit of air she could. As her vision was getting straight her eyes landed on Powell's body, also lying on the floor. He had a large bullet hole in his stomach. Someone had shot him, but who?

Lara felt someone grabbing her shoulder, she looked up and to her own surprise she saw Bryce standing before her, he had Hillary's shotgun in his hand and smiled at her.

"Lara are you alright?" he asked her.

The tomb raider looked up and down Bryce's body, he had bruises and cuts everywhere.

"You ask me if I'm alright, have you looked in the mirror yet?" Lara said.

"Yes I know, horrible isn't it? Powell burned my trailer and thought I was still in it. Fortunately I awoke just in time to escape through the hatch that's hidden under my bed."

"You have a secret hatch in that old trailer?"

"That's necessary when living with someone like you." Bryce joked. "But here, take this knife and get those rings from Powell he's not dead, I only managed to buy us some time."

They both looked at Powell, or at least where they saw him last, he was gone and there was no sign of him anymore.

"Bugger," Lara said "what about Daniel?"

"Who?" Bryce said.

And before they saw him coming Daniel appeared out of nowhere. It went too fast for Lara to see it happen. Only after the knife was smashed in Bryce his back Lara managed to react.

"No!" she yelled and at the moment she smashed the knife Bryce had just given her straight in Daniel's throat.

Daniel gagged as Lara yanked the knife out of his throat. He started couching blood, but Lara pushed him back and paid all her attention to Bryce.

"Bryce, Bryce…"

He was breathing heavily and tried to say something to Lara, but Lara placed her finger on his lips.

"Ssh, be quiet everything is going to be just fine."

Bryce pusher her hand away "Lara you…you can use the white…white…ring…" then he collapsed to the floor and let out his final breath.

Lara could have cried if Bryce didn't mention those last words. The white ring, it has the power to heal, if she managed to get the rings away from Powell, she can use the white one to heal Alex, Hillary and Bryce before she destroys those rings.

The tomb raider gathered her courage and reached for the shotgun, she walked out of the garage and tried to find Powell, although she was certain he had already found her. Indeed he had, Powell was waiting for her in the living room, his arms folded and a wick smile from ear to ear. He looked at the shotgun Lara was carrying.

"What are you going to do with that Lara? Shoot me?"

Lara on her turn smiled too.

"Something like that." She said.

"I can't die Lara, Bryce shot me right in my stomach but look now."

He spread his arms and showed the place where he had been shot, it was clean there wasn't even a scar.

Lara aimed the shotgun at his heart to distract him "it might not kill you, but it gives me just enough time…" then Lara aimed the gun at his left hand and fired.

It was too late for Powell to react. The strong force of the shotgun threw his arm back and left him without a hand. He didn't feel a thing of it but realized what Lara was planning to do. How strange it may sound, Powell looked for his hand and tried to get his rings back. But as Lara walked closer she shot him again, this time right in his stomach. Powell collapsed on the floor, Lara shot him again, and again until she was out of bullets.

She was inches away from him now and noticed the white ring was still on his right hand, the ring to heal. Powell noticed this too and wanted to move his hand to his injuries to heal himself, however, Lara stopped him by putting her foot with great force on his hand, she could hear Powell grunt in pain and then it turned into laughter.

"You are a true Croft…" he managed to say through all the pain. "Only your father failed to stop me, unfortunately it seems you won't."

Lara ignored him and kneeled down. She removed her foot from his hand and yanked the white ring from his finger. Then she stood up again and took a few paces back.

"I did it once, I'll do it again, only this time I'll make sure you stay dead." Lara said angry.

She looked over his body, blood was everywhere, there was no doubt he would die from these injuries, but Lara didn't have the patience nor the will to wait for it. She lifted the knife she still had in her hands and looked at it.

"Don't do things you'll regret later on." Powell said.

Lara narrowed her eyes at him "That's why you have to die." She said and without warning she threw the knife at his throat.

Powell gasped for air, he looked Lara in the eyes and tried to sit up. Halfway he collapsed to the floor and let out his final breath.

"Ooh, you know he dead…" Chris Tucker said that in Rush hour, I like the quote. Anyway I hope you enjoyed it, one more chappie to go and then the story is finished.