Going Under
The room Lara Croft sat in was in darkness, the heavy velvet drapes were drawn, to block out the eerie glow of the full red harvest moon, and despite the huge sash windows being open to their full capability, the autumn heat was stifling, humid enough so the air she breathed felt syrupy, and sticky.
The weather was very unusual for the time of year in England, caused by a freak heat wave brought over in winds from Africa, but along with the winds had followed a path of destruction as crops withered in the intense heat, hospitals were full of people who had suffered degree burns from the suns merciless rays and water had been put on ration as people desperately tried to keep cool and not get dehydrated.
There was no escaping from it and England was put on alert as it was told the oppressive heat was to continue.
Gently moving her hand across her forehead Lara physically flinched as the salty fluid from where she had been sweating entered the small but deep gash on her head above her right eyebrow.
The pain a reminder of what happened earlier that night and the gash would leave a scar, something that would be a constant mark of her losing control.
Her entire body ached as she inspected her slim frame in the dark, not wanting to see the state she was in, in the light.
The dark could hide many secrets, conceal thoughts and fears yet could also cause them.
She could feel a bump on the back of her head and her entire chest felt crushed although she knew nothing was broken. Her slim yet muscular arms felt tense from the build up of lactic acid and her vision was blurred although she wasn't sure if that was a side effect from being almost unconscious or whether it was to do with the tears that threatened to fall.
She wouldn't let them fall though.
She was too strong to let it effect her that way, but inside the anger was up to boiling point, the only thing warm enough to rival the heat outside.
So why did she feel as though she couldn't handle this?
For once in her life Lara wasn't in control and the thought she was in something she couldn't get out of scared her. She told herself time and time again she would not let this harm her in any way, but deep inside she knew that what she had gone through that night had broken her carefree spirit, her independence, gone within a heartbeat, and her former life's illusions, had now been shattered. A salty tear fell, enraging her more.
This wasn't worth her wasting emotions on.
Shutting her deep sorrowful eyes, Lara let the dark envelop her in it's tight embrace. Mentally exhausted she fell asleep.
But her dreams never let her escape! Holding her tight they replayed the scene of her anger and fear again and again.
Looks could be deceiving.
A/N Sorry it has taken me such a long time to post anything recently, I got engaged a few weeks back and have had a wedding to plan. Just so you are aware, this was written before Lara became the adventurer we know today. She would have been 21 or so. I would appreciate peoples ideas on what happened to Lara as I have deliberately left this part a bit sketchy. You will get the answer to it in the next few chapters! Once again I wish I owned Lara's character but I don't so please don't hurt me if I interpret her differently to how others may see her. Love to you all as always Angelina-G xXx
The room Lara Croft sat in was in darkness, the heavy velvet drapes were drawn, to block out the eerie glow of the full red harvest moon, and despite the huge sash windows being open to their full capability, the autumn heat was stifling, humid enough so the air she breathed felt syrupy, and sticky.
The weather was very unusual for the time of year in England, caused by a freak heat wave brought over in winds from Africa, but along with the winds had followed a path of destruction as crops withered in the intense heat, hospitals were full of people who had suffered degree burns from the suns merciless rays and water had been put on ration as people desperately tried to keep cool and not get dehydrated.
There was no escaping from it and England was put on alert as it was told the oppressive heat was to continue.
Gently moving her hand across her forehead Lara physically flinched as the salty fluid from where she had been sweating entered the small but deep gash on her head above her right eyebrow.
The pain a reminder of what happened earlier that night and the gash would leave a scar, something that would be a constant mark of her losing control.
Her entire body ached as she inspected her slim frame in the dark, not wanting to see the state she was in, in the light.
The dark could hide many secrets, conceal thoughts and fears yet could also cause them.
She could feel a bump on the back of her head and her entire chest felt crushed although she knew nothing was broken. Her slim yet muscular arms felt tense from the build up of lactic acid and her vision was blurred although she wasn't sure if that was a side effect from being almost unconscious or whether it was to do with the tears that threatened to fall.
She wouldn't let them fall though.
She was too strong to let it effect her that way, but inside the anger was up to boiling point, the only thing warm enough to rival the heat outside.
So why did she feel as though she couldn't handle this?
For once in her life Lara wasn't in control and the thought she was in something she couldn't get out of scared her. She told herself time and time again she would not let this harm her in any way, but deep inside she knew that what she had gone through that night had broken her carefree spirit, her independence, gone within a heartbeat, and her former life's illusions, had now been shattered. A salty tear fell, enraging her more.
This wasn't worth her wasting emotions on.
Shutting her deep sorrowful eyes, Lara let the dark envelop her in it's tight embrace. Mentally exhausted she fell asleep.
But her dreams never let her escape! Holding her tight they replayed the scene of her anger and fear again and again.
Looks could be deceiving.
A/N Sorry it has taken me such a long time to post anything recently, I got engaged a few weeks back and have had a wedding to plan. Just so you are aware, this was written before Lara became the adventurer we know today. She would have been 21 or so. I would appreciate peoples ideas on what happened to Lara as I have deliberately left this part a bit sketchy. You will get the answer to it in the next few chapters! Once again I wish I owned Lara's character but I don't so please don't hurt me if I interpret her differently to how others may see her. Love to you all as always Angelina-G xXx