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Chapter Seven: Liar, Liar

(Kurtis' POV)

"Is there any way I could talk to this Natla person, then?" I asked my lovely chaperone.
"Ms. Natla is unavailable at the moment, dealing with an old enemy." He sneered.
"Who would that enemy be?" I was pushing the limit now.
"Too many questions. Be quiet." The guard hissed in my ear.
"Make me." I challenged.
I heard him growl, but he didn't say anything. He tugged hard on my arm as I was trailing behind, and I saw we had reached a big metal door. He pulled a bunch of metal keys off his belt and unlocked the door, shoved me in and closed it again. The room was dark, save for a small patch of light streaming through a high window. In the light I could see the shadow of a man, and I gulped silently. Very unlike myself to be nervous. Damn, I must be losing it in here.
"Ah, Mr. Trent. I was hoping you'd died in Prague. But here we are again." A familiar voice snarled. The owner of that shadow stepped forward. Joachim Karel. I thought he had been killed when Lara destroyed the Sleeper?
"Likewise. I thought you had died. Obviously everyone is able to withstand death here." I rolled my eyes as he stepped closer.
"You would be wise not to use such sarcastic humour."
"What do you want with me?" I interrupted.
"Well, as your ally, Ms. Croft, won't reveal what you are up to, I am here to make sure both of you suffer."
"I don't know what you're talking about." I lied.
"On the contrary. You know exactly what I'm talking about. I'm gonna enjoy this." He brought his fist to my head and knocked me out cold.

(Lara's POV)

"You sure he's not alright?" Natla was talking to one of her guards.
"Yes, ma'am. Knocked to the ground with a single punch. Mr. Karel is making good progress now, ma'am." He replied, his expression refusing to change.
"Good…" Natla chuckled, walking back over to me. I was hanging from the wall, my arms chained up. They hurt like Hell.
"Poor thing. Hanging from a wall and nearly losing her boyfriend on the same day. Aw." She said with mock sympathy.
"What have you done to Kurtis?" I whispered, the taste of blood still lingering in my mouth.
"He's not dead, if that comforts you." She replied.
"What are you doing to him?" I repeated, clenching my useless fists.
"Joachim Karel, you know him?"
"Of course." I stammered.
"He's just finishing off some business with Mr. Trent."
"Ms. Natla? Ma'am? Mr. Karel wants to talk to you." The guard perked up. He handed her an earpiece and she placed it carefully on her ear.
"Oh, yes…. Well, she's not being any more co-operative…. You're firing up the guns? Perfect. How's he…. Mmm. Lovely. Well, I'll let her know of his sudden death…." Natla casually told him.
"Wait!" I cried. I couldn't let her kill him. If she hadn't already. "If I tell you, you let him go?"
"Yes." Natla licked her lips, waiting for me to say the words.
"The City of Lies. There, are you happy?" I felt ashamed of myself. Lying had gotten me nowhere. I had no choice.
"Where is it?"
"I don't know." I answered.
"Don't tell fibs, Lara. It won't do a bit of good."
"I don't know! But your best bet is the island we were on..." I retaliated.
"Good girl. Karel. Let him go, and prepare your men. We're going to that island again." She muttered.
I was left alone.