Chapter 11: Barbara
She should have died that day. Against all odds, she survived.
The bullet grazed the side of her skull and, in its trajectory, tore off her ear. It was impossible to reconstruct the torn cartilage, so the surgeon removed what remained of the auditory pavilion, while cursing in a muffled voice - for it was wrong for a doctor to think so - that it was a disgrace to disfigure such beauty.
He’d never had a patient of such beauty - and he’d never have it again.
She, of course, remained oblivious to all these matters. The pain was too intense to worry about anything else, and in any case, she’d never given any importance to her beauty - not even when it had really been something otherworldly.
After screaming for someone to quench her pain, she remained sedated for days in the intensive care unit. Finally, she could not stay there anymore and was moved to an upper floor. She was then informed that during the time she’d been sedated, her fiancé had been visiting he
Chapter 10: Promise
The beautiful woman remained for two hours in the faculty café. Not because she had something to do, or because she was waiting for anyone.
She stayed there because she felt more secure. Not even during lesson hours was the bar totally empty, there were always students who missed lectures, or who were killing time between lectures, or professors with gaps or free hours that went down there to relax a little. In any case, she was never alone.
And being alone, in those circumstances, was what most terrified her. He would not attack her there, he would not try to kill her, not in public, not in front of witnesses. She knew him well. His persecutor was a professional, and the professionals left no trace, nor exposed themselves to be seen or recognized.
Or at least that was what she thought.
Two long hours with the empty coffee cup in front of her, with one hand surrounding it and the other on a huge manual on early Christian archaeology of the Cappadocia region, written by Dr. Selma A
Daughter (Tomb Raider Oneshot 5)
After getting out of the luxurious limousine and refusing the driver’s help, the old man stood up and watched for a few moments the imposing manor standing a few meters away - away from the bars that blocked his way. He studied, thoughtfully, the rustic but elegant country house, asking himself what kind of deranged virago could waste her time among tombs and bones when she had all that comfort granted for life.
He didn’t say it out loud, though. No, the venerable Herr Von Croy (Senior), magnate director of the Von Croy Industries located in New York, had not gone so far in his life, career and business, by formulating aloud the least of his thoughts.
Not even two seconds had passed when he noticed Miss Croft’s old butler approaching, slow but surely – she, however, didn’t deserve to be called Miss, or at least that's what he thought -. Silently, Herr Von Croy Sr. waited for the ailing old man to arrive, who opened the gate with the same parsimony
Chapter 9: Let's Play
Lara listened carefully to Zip’s entire speech, not interrupting him once.
The hacker had settled into his own environment, a small prefabricated barrack he’d stuffed, of course, with computers and laptops, antennas and cables, screens and monitors, fans whistling and roaring trying to refresh the suffocating air saturated with machines – and he didn’t seem to be bothered by it at all.
When he finished, Lara glanced sideways at Kurtis, who had leaned against the closed barrack door, his arms folded across his chest, and a harsh, absent mood. He’d not uttered a single word.
“You approve of this?” She asked, surprised. It was easy to address him when the subject to discuss was not about them... about their problem.
"No," Kurtis muttered. "But he's right. It’s our best chance.”
“So that's what it's all about.” She turned to Zip. “Does Selma know?”
“Not yet, but I'll tell her right away.” The geek rep
Tomb Raider Legend: Crashing
The Himalayas stood in watchful silence, their steep, craggy tips thrusting upwards through the dense grey fog. The low-hanging storm clouds that blocked out the midnight sky seemed to balance precariously atop them, growling and snarling ominously like hungry predators waiting for their prey. An occasional streak of lightning ripped them open, a silent flash of blinding white light that momentarily revealed the sky, but the frayed edges always blended seamlessly and rapidly together again.
The stuttered roaring of a plane engine seemed like a faint echo of the sinister thunder, and the mountains impassively followed the vehicles path as it soared through the fog. Lightweight and small for a plane, it was built for speed and shaped accordingly for the best aerodynamics. The outer casing was painted a pale, snowy white. This was a private jet; no commercial airlines logo was splashed noisily across the side, and the main body was s
Anna Croft: A Warrioress in the Making - section 5
As they are both laughing, Lara walks down the stairs and says,
"Right I've just spoken to James and I've got some news for you, Anna!"
Then she turns to Chad in a manner as if he doesn't belong in her house.
"Well?" Anna says."Don't mind Chad he's a close friend."
"Right." Lara says as she pauses.
So Anna proceeds to introduce Chad.
"Lara this is my best friend Chad, Chad this is my aunt Lara."
Chad puts his hand out to Lara, Lara pauses and looks at Anna with an expression that says "you keep strange company," and then proceeds to shake Chad's hand.
Lara then turns to Anna and asks, "could I have a moment with you Anna?"
"Yes, certainly," she replies.
So they walk into the back courtyard of the manor, for privacy.
"So, James said he wants to come and talk with you."
Anna puts her hand to her forehead, cringing at the thought of having to explain herself to her father.
Lara says, "I would like you to stay here with me Anna. I always wanted to visit you more, but the combination of my
Tomb Raider - SurvivorJust a girl...
once a student
deserted. On my own
among the unknown.
my life is torn
I am scared
I am not prepared.
Signs "be bewared"
I am warned
How will I survive?
At the end of this nightmare
will I still be alive?
I know this is the place where...
I shall not be mourned.
I am just a girl
Just me, a castaway
hoping to last day by day
To get out, only one-way
This life is torn.
A survivor is born.