CHAPTER THREE

" I want to do terrible things to you "

All sorts of thoughts were buzzing through her mind, where is he? Is it really him? Partly mad that Kurtis was back on her mind but the other half, the side that has always given thrill, joy and exploration still wanted to seek him out.

Time seemed endless while fighting a loosing battle, for or against attempting to bring him back in to her life. Lara had to admit that he fascinated her and brought out this roaring icy yet fiery sensation in the pit of her stomach. Kurtis was something that she had never had and that simply would not do; questions that could have been answered, biting at her lust for knowledge.

A laughter broke out, echoing against the vast walls of her mansion; how ironic, of all the places 'the girlfriend' could have eaten at. She seemed what Lara would have imagined Kurtis's type would be : pretty, tough, long black hair and perfect female assets. The physical feelings Lara felt when she thought about that blue eyed charmer : a depressing fizzle of emotion exploded in her stomach and pushed its way up to her skull. This was a horrible feeling, still bouncing around within her; much like the feeling you get when you miss a step.

Walking down the main corridor the sound of thumping in her head seemed louder than the steps she took, entering her gym she hurled a punch at a nearby crimson punch bag. Every beat was surging more anger; immense pain throbbing in her white knuckles, each pulse of pain satisfied her.

The whips of sound shattered through her mansion, then a chest shaking pounding beat of a song broke through the thin air. The speakers throbbed upon the walls.

There is no God up in the sky tonight
No sign of heaven anywhere in sight
All that was true is left behind
Once I could see now I am blind
Don't want your dreams you try to sell
This disease I give to myself
How does it feel?
How does it feel?

She makes it sweeter than the sun
I get too tight I come undone
I bow my head to confess
The temple walls are made of flesh
Runs up my arms till I'm on track
Itches my skin right off of my back
Ill heal your wounds
Ill set you free
I'm Jesus Christ on ecstasy

Now Lara whipped around kicking the battered soldier, never dying, never fighting back.

How does it feel?
How does it feel?

I am so dirty on the inside
I am so dirty on the inside
I am so dirty on the inside
I am so dirty on the inside

How does it feel?
How does it feel?

Two pistols were taken and holstered from in some nooks in the wall, the safety lock slickly crunched out of place.

Suck

BANG
Suck

BANG
Suck

BANG
Suck

A thousand lips a thousand tongues
A thousand throats a thousand lungs
A thousand ways to make it true
I want to do terrible things to you

The song was cut dead, before Lara was a battered ripped mess of a punch bag. It's insides strewn across the floor. Somehow Lara was no longer seeing a punch bag. A sardonic smile played on the lips of the warrior before 'Kurtis'.