AUTHOR'S NOTE: This will NOT be like your typical Tomb Raider fanfiction. I wouldn't read if you aren't comfortable with Lara being in a vulnerable position, or not the same badass you see in the video games. This story comes from my imagination, and as such, I don't hold any responsibility over what happens to poor Lara or Jonah or anyone else...I have a dark mind you see (Muahahaha). But if you're into that sort of thing, please Enjoy!
Chapter 1 -
LARA'S POV
BANG
The abrupt gunshot sound rippled through the forest, jolting me painfully back awake from the black out I had just experienced. Gritting my teeth, my experience told me not to make any sudden movements, I knew I was still in danger...
Squinting my eyes tight shut against the pain that I felt radiating through my body, I tried my best to gather my surroundings...What had just happened...? I had remembered a grenade...I had jumped for cover...the explosion...
Trinity's still here...
With a pang I realized I wasn't alone...I could hear voices...My cheek was resting against the ground, my knees bent crookedly behind me. My hands...I couldn't move them...with a grunt I realized that a plastic zip tie bound my hands behind my back, cutting painfully into my wrists and drawing blood.
Without knowing it was about to happen, a wave of nausea suddenly overcame me, and I vomited furiously, my body retching hard as I had hardly anything in my stomach. I only just managed to sit my body up enough to avoid vomiting all over my clothes.
"Aww...man... SICK...the fuck?!" I heard a male voice groan out in the background. Within two seconds I felt a pair of hands grabbing at my collar and dragging me backwards into a small enclosure before dumping me back down on the ground.
"Yo MEDIC..!" I heard the same voice scream, "I don't need this bitch dying on us before we even get her back...".
Footsteps, to my left.
"She's fine damnit..."
"Yeah, well she almost choked on her own vomit back there..."
All of a sudden I felt a gloved hand grab the back of my ponytail before bending my neck back and lifting my head up to look directly into the flashlight he had pointed into my face. I squinted wearily against the glare, coughing as I tried to hold in my nausea. I tasted blood.
With another thud my head was dropped back onto the ground and the footsteps walked away.
"She's got a pretty severe concussion most likely, that's why she's puking all over the damn place..." he muttered "But she'll live...Don't bother me unless it's urgent, you know that..."
The footsteps trailed off. I was about to try and assess how tightly my feet had been bound, before feeling the hard toe of a boot kicking directly into my ribcage. I cried out, winded, unable to hide my gasps as I struggled the breathe.
"Dramatic fucking bitch..." I heard, before feeling the same boot suddenly make contact with my skull, and everything went black again.
