Lara Croft ☥ 004 [Noctaerium Route]

[nvrtheeasyway]

Who: nvrtheeasyway and somarium
Where: Noctaerium
Style: Starts in third, but either is good
Status: OPEN! Come and make Lara live your worst fear, since I couldn't decide on one for her XD
Warnings: None for now (will be edited if needed)

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[nvrtheeasyway]

Lara listens to the shadows, frowning deeply as it taunts the man on the floor. Barely able to restrain the gasp that escapes her lips, she watches as the invisible voice takes form before both of them. A man, looking exactly as Abel, except for the eyes. Eyes cold as steel, voided of real emotions, of warmth, as much as the voice it uses.

She barely knows the Frenchman, but when his twin yells at him that he's nothing more than a shell, she grits her teeth, bringing up her gun once more. She aims at the head, her own gaze cold and angry:

"That's where you're wrong..."

Even with the very few interactions they had, Lara doesn't agree with the shadow-self of the Frenchman. A soulless man wouldn't have warned a complete stranger against potential enemies. An empty shell wouldn't have offered to cook her her favorite meal from home. Even if one could argue that all those gestures might have been born out of the desire to hurt her, they had been done anyhow. If Abel had truly been only a vessel, he wouldn't have cared for anything nor anyone, for their good or bad.

But before she's able to add anything else, the Frenchman stands up and dashes toward her target. Without a clear shot, she can't do anything else than watch the two men fight, hoping it will not turn for the worst for Abel.

[nvrtheeasyway]

Nothing making seemed to make sense to the young woman anymore and she stares, blinking, as the room around them dissolves into a laboratory. But her attention is once again taken by a laughter that can only give chills down one's spine. The taunt makes the Tomb Raider narrow her eyes, but she doesn't have any time to ask questions, the harsh wind stealing the very air she breathes.

Nodding, she uses Abel's massive body as a shield, seeing as the man had taken on the task to block the projectiles. Finding an opening, she aims and shoots, the bullet finding its target in a microsecond, causing the computer in the evil twin's midsection to shatter, sending sparks in every directions.

[nvrtheeasyway]

Lara slowly lowers her gun as the room shifts around them once again. But this time, it seems to come to it's original state, as the young woman her light stick on the floor, the opened door giving way to the hallway she came through moments ago.

Abel's quiet words bring her focus back on the man kneeling in front of her, his back curled slightly. The young woman notices the blood on his arm and she reaches for the healing supplies she has with her, silently thanking the strange costume that came fully equipped.

She starts to clean the cuts on his left arm and gives him a slightly puzzled look:

"Why focus on the past when what's truly important is the present and the future you can build for yourself?"

[nvrtheeasyway]

She listens to him as she wraps the deepest cuts and a small, almost sarcastic smile draws itself on her lips:

"...And to think that a lot of us would give anything to forget some part of our pasts..."

Once her task is done, she shifts to sit in front of him, her legs by his side as she brings one up to lean her elbow against her knee, to support her head in her hand.

"Some things aren't meant to be found, Abel. If your quest only lead to more questions, perhaps it's better to let go. Not having memories from your past isn't going to change who you are. Nor it should keep you from making new ones. Beside, knowledge doesn't always bring you happiness."

She gives a short look and one small smile.