(Lara Croft Tombraider) Our AOD sequel.
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We do not own the following characters that appear in our fan fiction such as Lara Croft, Kurtis Trent, Joachim Karel, Marten Gunderson, Kristina Boaz, Louis Bouchard or Pieter Van Eckhardt. The character's mentioned are property of Eidos, Core and Crystal Dynamics and we do not have any affiliation with them. However we do own several of the character's that appear in this fan fiction such as Catarina Rodriguez, Sebastian Bourne and several others, but they are completely fictitious characters that we have invented for the sole purpose of writing this fan fiction and we would appreciate it if you did not try to steal or claim any of these characters & use them in your own fan fictions without consulting us first and gaining mine (Hazel) and the CO-writer's (Saurus's and Pedro's) consent first. Our fan fiction has been written for our interests only and we do not intend to publish this fan fiction or make any profit from it.
Delusional Truths.
Chapter one: Help.
Lara stumbled into the Strahov arena, one gloved hand clutching her abdomen that ached terribly, her body tensing and face contorting in pain with every step she took.
She trudged over towards the pool of blood that laid in the centre of the arena, her boots clomping loudly against the metal grating.
Her heartbeat quickened and a nauseating feeling was beginning to build up in the pit of her stomach as the possibility that the blood belonged to her companion; Kurtis, became more evident. There was so much blood, and from what she saw, Lara doubted anyone could ever stand any hope of surviving from losing that much.
As she approached the pool of blood, she noticed a metal circular object was lying amongst it. She stooped down, and after hesitating for a second she reached down and carefully picked up the object, which she recognized as the flying, magical disk that Kurtis carried around with him.
She recalled their first meeting in the Musee du Louvre; Kurtis had flung the weapon at her as a distraction while he silently snuck around her and aimed his Boran X at her head, almost flirtatiously disarming her from behind.
She was pulled from her reverie when the disk sprung to life in her hand, the spikes popped out from their sockets and the disk began emit an orange glow. It pulled her around to face the metal door that the creature, Boaz, emerged from.
Lara smiled ever so slightly, the slight hope that Kurtis must be controlling the disk with his mind and the weapon would lead her to him. However her hopes were shattered as the disk's blades retracted, the glow faded and became lifeless in her hand.
She looked down at the strange weapon one last time, and then started running towards the heavy iron door hoping that this would all soon be over; she would clear her name and return home to Croft Mansion, leaving all dark and painful memories of the past few days behind her. But she couldn't have been more wrong.
His breath came out in sharp ragged gasps of pain as he clutched his hand to his stomach in an attempt to ease the unbearable pain that was blazing through him. He had lost control of his Chirguai. His mind had become too weak to be able to control it and his hope of Lara finding him was now becoming weaker and weaker.
He gritted his teeth, bracing himself as urged himself onwards through the dark tunnels of the Strahov.
He cursed to himself as he thought about his previous battle with Boaz. He had been foolish, dropped his guard before checking his enemy's fall and was consequently paying the price.
He was struggling to walk and could barely hold himself upright, every now and then he would stop and lean against the stonewalls of the tunnels to regain what little strength he had left.
He had lost way too much blood – at least a litre – and he felt extremely nauseous and light headed, but that didn't stop him from continuing down the tunnels, he was one stubborn asshole and wouldn't let one giant freak bug and a silly little tear to his stomach get the better of him.
He was struggling to stay awake and his vision was beginning to blur. Nausea suddenly swept over him like a tsunami, as he swayed from side to side, then cried out in pain as another immense burst of pain shot through his abdomen, causing him to stumble back against the wall and collapse from exhaustion.
As unconsciousness took a hold on him, he heard a British voice call out to him. Something told him it wasn't Lara; the voice had come from a male, who now was directly in front of him.
Kurtis groggily rolled his eyes up and looked at the man, but did not recognise him. The man was tall and had shockingly white-cropped hair and wore a long black leather coat. He outstretched his gloved hand towards Kurtis, saying in a deep but surprisingly calming voice, "Don't worry Mr Trent. I can help you."
With that Kurtis' body gave in to the weariness and he drifted into a deep state of unconsciousness.
Author's note (Hazel); Well here's our first chapter, hope you liked it if you did please drop us a review as this would be very helpful to us. This chapter was a little short but longer ones are on their way!
Also: - This chapter was grammar and spelling checked then edited by my friend Joe Payne on the 11/06/06. Thankies Joe, you're a great help! Heck who needs a muse anymore?