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Chapter Nine: Escape
(Kurtis' POV)
Arrgh! I see light!
The little window above us let in a soft stream of morning light. The air was thick and damp, and the smell of recent rain still hung in the air, and Lara was snoring quietly. I contemplated whether to let her sleep of jab her in the side. I went with the latter.
She screamed, bolting up. Although it hurt, I couldn't help laughing at her shocked expression.
"Kurtis!" She squealed.
"What?" I was still laughing too hard to say much more. Lara suddenly slapped me 'round the face.
"That…. I did NOT deserve." I stated, stretching my body out. The fresh wounds were still hurting, but had died down a bit since last night. I glanced across at a scowling Lara, who was already standing and staring at the door. I saw she had red marks round her wrists, and a large bruise on her cheek.
"You did. Don't ever do that again, Trent." She grunted, fiddling with the lock.
"Alright, Croft. Don't slap me again." I reasoned.
"Deal." She muttered, before cursing under her breath as she caught a finger on the handle.
"Oh my God, Croft. You are so useless." I shook my head, and stood. My legs were positively dead, and my clothes were still wet. Nice.
"Move aside, my lovely lady." I teased, gesturing for her to move. I pulled my shirt on, and cracked my knuckles in turn. I gathered all the strength I could and radiated it out of my body and into the heavy iron door. It let out a terrible piercing sound and fell to the floor.
"Perfect." Lara hurried out. I remembered how she hated being trapped in small spaces…