Trial and Error: Change

Here is another Trail an error post. This one is my version of Lara’s first kill from Tomb Raider 2013. Again no plagiarism intended. All rights go to the respective studios. Please don’t sue me. Let me know what you guys think and I also take requests. Anything to improve my writing J

Disclaimer: I Do NOT own Tomb Raider. All Rights go the owners.

He ran his fingers on her. The Russian. Lara didn’t like it. She knew what he had in mind. She was afraid. She heard James, a deckhand scream. He escaped from his bonds and ran.

“Lara, run.” Those were his last words. The Russian’s bullet hit its mark. The scuffle had given the others a chance to escape. She tried to follow. She felt the Russian hit her. She fell down tasting blood.

“Don’t you fucking move.” He said and went after the others. She had to escape. She struggled to her feet and moved into the shadows of the trees. Evading the searchlights she entered the village. The village burnt by the Russian and his men.

In the distance she heard more screaming. Someone had been caught. Or worse. She cringed when she heard the shot. Her heart went out to the poor soul. But she didn’t have time for tears. Sucking on her torn lip, she moved through more bushes. Whit her hands tied everything seemed more difficult. Every time she moved the wound on her stomach hurt. But she kept moving. She knew that if she were to be caught her fate would be worse than death.

Emerging out of the bushes she saw a hole in the bottom of a burnt house. Maybe she could hide there until the islands inhabitants gave up the search. She rushed to it narrowly avoiding an inhabitant with a flashlight. She squeezed herself between the rock and the foundations of the burnt house.

She had made a mistake. She heard a man shouting in Russian. Then he shouted in English “No one escapes.” And laughed like a maniac. She held her breath and prayed in futility. The Russian had seen her.

“Out.” He screamed in his coarse voice. She slid out and he pressed himself on her. She was repulsed by him. He stank of rot. She knew she was going to hell. But she refused to go without a fight. When the bastard ran his hands down her thighs she kneed him. Surprised he pushed her against the rock and pressed his face against her neck and bought his hands to her waist.

She bit his ear and tasted blood. He screamed and took a few steps back clutching his head. Screaming she broke free of her restraints and ran into the Russian. Knocking him down she crawled to the gun he had dropped. By the time she had picked it up the Russian was running towards her. He tackled her and all she could remember after that was a bang and a flash of light.

The gun felt heavy. His body laid limp on the forest floor a part of his head missing. She cried. She had killed a man. She had pulled the trigger. The thought made her nauseous. She put her head between her knees and cried. But she knew that she could not stay here. She had to move on. She had to get to the others. She knew that she will have to take many more lives. But In the moment she had pulled the trigger, she knew the cost of survival. She had become stronger. She had changed. She had become a Croft.

So There you go, let me know what u guys think in the comments J