The Mists of torment.
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I do not own the following characters that appear in my fan fiction such as Lara Croft, Kurtis Trent, Joachim Karel, Marten Gunderson, or Pieter Van Eckhardt. The character's mentioned are property of Eidos, Core and Crystal Dynamics and I do not have any affiliation with them. However I do own several of the character's that appear in this fan fiction but they are completely fictitious characters that have been invented for the sole purpose of writing this fan fiction and I would appreciate it if you did not try to steal or claim any of these characters, or use them in your own fan fictions without consulting me first. My fan fiction has been written for my interests only and I do not intend to publish this fan fiction or make any profit from it.
Chapter One: Amnesia.
White mist….something that lingered relentlessly on the fringes of his mind, never shifting no matter how hard he shook his head. It swathed his senses in a thick veil of suffocating uncertainty. Every so often a bundle of muted noises traumatized him and the haze would dissipate slightly; though his mind was so groggy, that attempting to fathom them was next to impossible; "Ffffwake urrp… waaake urrp…"
He groaned; dimly aware that he was being roughly shaken into consciousness; a vile reality he did not wish to embrace. He didn't know who he was or how he'd got to wherever he was. He had no idea of his age, height, family, or even his own name. He recalled being been told he was called Kurtis Trent, but that didn't sound at all familiar.
All he knew at this time was pain - a relentless sensation he'd been forced to endure for the past however long he'd been here…. How long had he been here? Days? Weeks? Pfft, the passage of time was lost on him. He knew was the mist and its two forms that he seemed to lapse amid. One mist – the white kind in which he was currently floating, - he'd grown to loathe and the other was an epilogue to the pain, an escape to absolute nothingness, where all confusing noises were silenced and the pain was ceased. He liked that mist. Liked it a lot.
He grimaced as a pungent smelling liquid splashed his face. His eyelids snapped open and he blinked; eyes gritty and swollen, so much so that he felt they were going to bulge out from their sockets. An unexpected, violent swaying made him hideously nauseous and there was a heaviness inside his head that was so terrific, he feared his skull might implode.
The liquid sloshed over him again, dousing him, its chemical stench flooding his nostrils. It seemed oddly familiar…. His brow creased….What was that smell?!
He inhaled.
His eyes widened; Oh God no!
He frantically tried to move his arms but to his abject horror, he realized they were fastened behind him with something cold and heavy. He screamed, a sound barely audible behind the duct-tape, as he twisted his wrists against whatever was binding them; the friction burning his skin raw. His world went white as something struck him hard across the face, sending his vision spiralling. He clenched his teeth to stem the pain.
Suddenly a tiny orange flickering broke the gloom. It danced closer, until it was millimetres from his face. He heaved; lips trembling, eyes streaming as a nerve-searing agony blistered his face. The last thing he remembered was the welcome sight of the black mist, which robbed him of all sensation before pitching him into a blissful oblivion.
Author's Note: Any reviews would be great! I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this story, so at the moment I'm as much in the dark as you are My other joint account is HazelPedroSaurus, if you'd like to read my other Tomb Raider fic.