Well? How am I doing? I think I'm doing ok for a start. The French spelling mistakes were kind of pathetic sense I have a French to English dictionary.

Here I go again.

Parisian Ghetto

Small hotel

3:51 am. Chpt. 3 Two faces

Kurtis opened the door and stepped aside to let Lara through. He could smell a blend of sweet peach bath soap and gun smoke as she passed in front of him. He closed the door behind him, looking around the small room.

The crusted yellowish brown walls looked as though they were white at one time. Two army cots sat in the middle of the room; with a small night stand in between. On the old molded wood, stood a rusted lamp and the remains of an alarm clock.

Lara walked over to the window, looking on to the sidewalk. Old, de-bricked warehouses with graffiti stood opposite the hotel, looking like tall ghosts against the night sky. She sighed, throwing her pack onto the nearest cot.

Kurtis moved over to the door opposite the two cots. The wooden door, which had many sharp splinters protruding out of the side, sat crooked on its hinges, making it a challenge for Kurits to open. When he did, he found that it led to a small bathroom consisting of a toilet, shower, and sink. (All looking in very bad shape)

" Home sweet home." Kurtis stated, examining a suspicious looking corner of the room, in which a large hole persisted to allow entrance to an assortment of creatures.

" It's not much, but it's as much as I can do. Places like this are pretty much my life, so, welcome to my life." Kurtis lifted both hands, gesturing towards the room around them.

" So, this is your life?" Lara asked, looking around the small acomodence.

" Yeah, I suppose it is." Kurtis looked around also.

Lara weighed her options. Telling Kurtis she found his card would probably make him mad, but then again, it could get her some information. ' Hell, I don't even know what it is.' She pointed out to herself. She decided to wait.

Lara seemed to be in deep thought and Kurits couldn't help but stare. Her beautiful chocolate eyes in a dream like state. The soft curve of her cheekbones and full lips made Kurtis tremble. Although he hated to admit it, Kurtis found Lara very attractive. A strange sort of attraction, but an attraction no the less.

'No.' Kurits told himself.' Love is dangerous.'

Feeling to uncomfortable for his own good, Kurtis headed to the small bathroom, closing the door lightly behind him with difficulty.

Lara took her sudden advantage, taking out the card. The first thing she noticed was the picture. He looked the same, but a bit younger. His brown, almost black (it looked more black than normal) hair fell lightly over the unique aqua orbs. The misty blue fog background brought out his eyes even more.

Beside the picture was a name, 'Arnold Dolmen' it read. Lara was taken aback. The name sounded familiar, she kept looking.

The card told everything, height (5'9), weight (150 lbs.), hair (Black), mutual status (divorced) and so on.

' Oh, he's got a lot more explaining to do now.' She said to herself, her anger building up.

That moment, Kurtis came out of the bathroom. Seconds before, Lara would have worried about not letting Kurtis see the card, but she was taken over by anger.

She stood, walking over to him and shoving the card in his face.

" What is this!" She raised her voice a bit. Kurtis backed away, surprised by her sudden outburst. He looked at the card and started to laugh.

" What's so funny, Arnold?" Lara emphasized. At the name, Kurits began to laugh harder. Soon after, Lara smacked him over the face a bit too hard.

After many minutes of hysterical laughing (Kurits of course) He sat up and took the card from her.

He looked at it for a few moments. " This is a fake ID Lara." He assured her, holding up the card. When she nodded he continued." What?" He asked.

" I want a story. What's this about?" She looked at him from under her long eyelashes. He sighed.

" Ever sense I was a boy," He started," I trained to be a member of the Lux Veritatis. The works, swimming, jumping, climbing, pretty much using mental and physical abilities." He paused, studying the card once more.

" I left when before I was intonated. Went to France, joined the Legion. I tried to keep my past covered, but of course I couldn't forever. Word got out I had belonged to a cult. It was a joke among the guys, until someone let it slip to person who wasn't too fond of cults. Pretty much, this guy didn't like anyone who had anything to do with cults. So he started looking for me." Kurits held up the card." I had to run. This guy had a whole group who hated people like me. So I got a fake identity, died my hair black, and rented a run down apartment in Germany." He stopped. Lara sat down on her cot.

" And you choose the name?" She asked. He nodded." Well, crappy choice of a name if you ask me." She took the card from him.

" It was my grandfathers name." He looked at her, hiking an eyebrow as she felt herself turn a bright shade of pink.

" Sorry," She mumbled. Kurtis sighed.

" So," he continued again," I finally had to kill him and his group off and then I was free to walk. Of course I had to leave the Legion. Then I got the letter from my father." He looked at the ground. Lara put a hand on his shoulder, but he wasn't even conscious of it.

After a few moments, Kurtis turned to her. " Why were you in Paris?" he asked her.

" I was here making funeral arrangements for Von Croy." She looked at the ground." I was in the library looking for information." She said, looking back to him.

" What information exactly?" he asked. She sighed.

" Information on a few things in Werner's notebook. A bit of it didn't make sense to me."

" In the middle of the night?" He accused her.

" Well… what were you doing there?" She shot back at him. He raised his chin, smirking slightly.

" Looking for information." He mocked her.

" In the middle of the night?" She mocked back. She stood up, so did he.

" Yeah, you got a problem?" He stepped closer to her. She did the same.

" Yeah," she narrowed her eyes, he stepped closer again, taking her arm in his hand and pulling her to him. There lips came together with a certain softness. Lara kissed back for a second, pulling away after a few moments.

" I don't think so." She grinned, looking him in the eye and then heading towards the bathroom.

Once inside, she put her back to the door, touching her long, slender fingers to her lips. With most men, she would have been mad, but there was something about the kiss that made her calm.

Lara sighed, heading over to the shower and dousing herself with cold liquid.

EL- Well, what do ya think? Huh? Good? Bad? I still need more ideas! Help me out a bit. Thanks for all the reviews too!

(special thanks to my friend Jaws)