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Lara just wants to go home.
She doesn't remember much of it, but she wants to believe it was beautiful.
"Lara?"
That voice...Sam? But, how could that be? There is a hand on her face, fingers probing her cheek bones, her forehead. Another face? So rounded, so flushed, so pretty. A silk jacket, torn in too many places to count.
Sam.
Lara lets out a strangled sob and falls into her best friends arms, letting out every tear she had held in. Sam is talking, whispering in her ear, telling her it's ok. But there's a sob of her own she won't let out.
"Sam," Lara pulls back, hands clasping those thin shoulders. "Sam, I never thought I'd see you again."
Sam smiles like she's holding back tears though there's a sheen over her eyes. "I thought the worst," she doesn't say anymore. "The girl...some girl came and pulled me out of a cage. Said she wanted to show me something...I would have never guessed it was you."
Lara laughed weakly, standing on shaky legs. Their locked in a room guarded by men. There's nowhere to go but Lara still feels the urge to go into another room. "Mathias..." she whispers.
A look of absolute terror is made light on Sam's face. "That psychopath..." she shakes her head. "He wants something from me..."
Lara looks her over. "Has he..."
Sam shakes her head fiercely. "No," her voice is shaky. "I already threw that at him...says it would break that girls heart. He just needs me to get off the island. Kept repeating 'Her heart' over and over again."
Lara shook her head, grasping Sam's hands so tightly they hurt. "She wants me to tell you to keep away from him...thouvh I know it's impossiblr. She's thr only reason I'm still alive. She wanted to keep me. I have to tell her what Mathias said...about her heart."
"Then they'll let us go?"
Was she stupid?
Lara shook her head solemnly. "No," she muttered. But I've found some things that may help us get off this bloody island."
Sam shook her head slowly, ready to question where she got these 'things' from. But then Lara turned, looking to lead her towards a desk in the corner of the room. Thick, rex, lines rn over Lara's right should and down into her dingy tank top. The wounds were still open and the skin quivered when Sam touched them. Lara stopped in her tracks, muscles visibly rolling.
"Lara..." Sam whispered.
Lara shook her head. "She keeps me alive..."
What did that mean? That the wounds inflicted kept her from getting killed? Or worse...
Sam just stared at Lara, listened to her begin to ramble. Just like Mathias. The same sentence, the same imprinted reasoning.
"Her heart..."