Chapter 1: Confrontation
The motorbike stood against the wall, looking the same as it did many weeks before.
'It may be a trick,' she thought to herself.' But from who?' she thought again. 'Karel wouldn't have taken his bike, and he's dead…. I think.' She grimsed at the thought of him.
Growing sounds of footsteps brought Lara back to herself, but there was no time to move before she felt a cold gun barrel to her back. She sighed, slowly lifting her hands into the air.
A voice whispered soft words," Nice to see you again."
The voice was male, and familiar. Deep, yet soft too.
'It can't be…' she thought, but the words escaped her lips in an awed sense.
"It's a miracle." He said with a soft chuckle. Lara smiled to herself before turning. She grabbed his wrist, and twisted wail taking a gun out and pointing it at the back of his neck. It was Lara's turn to chuckle.
Once again, Lara couldn't see his face, but she knew by the dark brown, almost black hair. Kurtis Trent.
" Well Mr. Trent, I must say, you are persistent." She paused," You have a lot to explain." She frowned.
" I'm not talking till you get the gun off my neck." He tried turning to look at her. She could see the side of his eye. Piercing blue ice. Beautiful, even attractive.
Lara mentally slapped herself at the thought, and tried to concentrate at looking as though she was thinking.
Can't trust me Croft?" Kurtis asked in a sarcastic tone. He snickered as Lara pushed harder with the gun barrel. It suddenly released, he stood, looking around at her. Her hair was in its usual braid, and she wore the same pants as he saw her weir in the Louvre. Her shirt, though, was a dark blue long sleeve with rips in the side.
" You look horrible." Kurtis said. Lara rolled her eyes.
" I can say the same for you." She looked at his bandaged torso." You have a lot of explaining to do-" She wasn't allowed to finish as they both heard the snap of a gun being loaded.
OH! Scary! The entry's a bit longer, but not a lot. But hay, I'm new! Ge'me a brake. (he he)