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A/N:� Second
chapter!� Woot.
No sidenotes or digression
here.� For once.
Here we go, second chapter.
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Chapter 2:� Geared,
gunned, and gone.

� Lara sighed in
relaxation as she stepped into her primary bathroom.� It featured no less than three tubs, except
it was actually one tub that dominated three corners of the bathroom.� Four showerheads on the ceiling aimed
straight down, seven were affixed to the wall, and there were no less than 60
jets built into the tub.� Needless to
say, the water heater she had installed was particularly powerful.� Steam spouts around the bathroom made it
pre-steamed, and specialized lights were in place to heat the bathroom
according to desire.
� She undid the small
zipper, with quite a bit of difficulty, located at the back of her dress,
letting it fall away.� Underneath, she
wore a black push-up bra and black, lacy lingerie panties.� Pulling the undergarments off and letting
them fall with her clothing, she stepped into the tub, cranked up all the spots
and jets onto full blast, and leaned back against a padded rest built into the
tub, closing her eyes.� She had life
great, financially and success-wise�so why did she feel so depressed?� Companionship shouldn�t have THAT much of an
effect on someone�s mood�should it?
� She spent the rest
of the two hours in the bathtub trying to find a way to prove that it
shouldn�t.
� She finally got out,
dried herself off with a fluffy, black towel, and flopped on her bed
tiredly.� Her brown eyes remained open
however, studying the wall absently.� She
didn�t bother pulling any clothing on.�
She preferred to sleep naked.� She
had enough security to rival the NSA building, so she had no reason to want to
wear clothing.
� A flurry of thoughts
coursed through her brain.� Why was she
single?� She was beautiful, rich, had a
double-d rack, and was sweet in nature�or so she hoped, she sure didn�t want to
imagine herself as a self-centered, stuck-up bitch.� But then, she realized�she could change
that�but the thing was, those she could change that for...weren�t why she would
want to change it.� With a sigh of
unhappiness, she slid under the sheets of her bed, closing her eyes, and draping
her arm over the large empty space besides her�
� �Someday�� she
whispered softly to herself.

� One month later�

� Lara huffed in
exertion as her weight came onto her left foot.�
Kicking off as soon as it did, she managed to get just enough height to
grab onto the dangling lever of sorts in the middle of the room.� She grunted,
sweating as the lever lowered slowly.� 50
feet below her was the floor, with two passageways.� One was opened, the way she�d come in twenty
minutes ago.� The other was closed off,
but the thick stone slab blocking progress was opening slowly as the lever
lifted.� The engineering capability of
the ancient civilizations who had built these places would never cease to amaze
her.� The lever stopped lowering, the
door finally opened, when she was about 25 feet from the ground.� No biggie.�
She swung back and forth easily for a moment before letting go, grinding
her feet against the wall and giving herself enough deceleration to let her
drop the final ten feet to the ground, landing on all fours.� If the research she�d done on this place had
been anywhere NEAR accurate, then this was the last room before the end chamber
was located.� She�d spent the last eleven
hours in this place.� Rather than traps
and unseen perils, this place had a far more sinister defense:� to starve out anyone who dared enter it.� Had she not had a semi-good idea of how the
layout worked, and had she not been able to decipher the clues written on the
walls, and had she not been able to keep her calm as she stumbled repeatedly
over many, many skeletons of humans who had undoubtedly had the same intentions
as she except maybe a bit more devious, she was sure she would have been lost
in here for all time.� She�d attempted to
leave clues behind�but when she went to check they were still there, they were gone.� The smudge on the wall, the stone on the
ground, the stick pointing in a certain direction, all inexplicably disappeared
only a minute after she left them there.�
It was disconcerting, to say the least, but according to the writings in
a journal located next to one of the many skeletons, originally named Peter
Wallace, she wasn�t the only one to experience this, and in fact, it had been
Mr. Wallace�s downfall, was his reliance on it.�
She assumed he�d gone crazy.� The
writings she had read certainly seemed to suggest so.
� The passageway
yawned blackness at her, beckoning her forwards.� On her guard, in case there was one little
nifty trap that could catch her off guard and was lying in wait, she crept
forwards.� She couldn�t SEE,
but she could hear the echoes and how they reflected off the walls back to her
ears.� Nothing out of the ordinary�if you
could call this place ordinary.� She felt
along the walls, feeling it make a 90-degree turn to the right, and had to
squint; the place was illuminated as if by daylight.� The outermost walls of the square chamber
were lined with wall-mounted torches, done in intricate shapes of faces with
their eyes and mouths open, the flames mounted in holes in them, giving them a
rather demonic look.� Her eyes swept the
room, before she took a step in.�
Suddenly, with a roaring slam, a stone slab dropped into place behind
her, not only completely shutting off her means of escape, but blending with
the wall so well that she didn�t even know where the exit had been.� She looked over the wall frantically, and
cursed.� Well, if there was a trigger to
close it, there was a trigger to open it�
��She hoped.
Taking a steadying breath, and almost gagging on the stuffy,
dusty, ancient air, she turned and looked at what dominated the middle of the
huge chamber.� It was an elevated platform, maybe about thirty feet tall, with steep stairs,
not unlike the stairs they used on Mayan sacrifice pyramids, on each side.� She could see a stone pillar extending up
into the ceiling in the middle of the platform.
� Well, she thought, at least I
might find what I�m looking for.
� She made another
quick check around the room, was assured, however momentarily, that she was
unthreatened for now, and moved up to the elevated platform and began to climb the
stairs.
� When she finally
reached the top, she had to stop and catch her breath.� She was athletic, yes, and prided herself on
practically having thighs-o-steel, but NOBODY could practically climb stairs
STRAIGHT UP, thirty feet, with the steps being about three quarters of a foot
in height.� Finally, after a moment, she
looked over at the pillar, and swore loudly in both
frustration, anger, disappointment, and surprise.� There was a partition in the pillar, like a
display case of sorts.� There was a small
elevated part in this display where something had once sat, and by the lesser
amount of dust that suited a shape over the little elevation, someone had
beaten her to it.
� She groaned in
anger, then moved forwards to see if maybe there was a
trick to this.� She swept her hand over
the inside of the case, and came away with nothing but a dusty hand.� There really WAS no trick to this, she�d just
plain all-and-out been beaten.� She
walked around the pillar, but around the back of it was nothing but solid,
smooth stone.� Perhaps she would normally
be thinking clearer or of the possibilities she hadn�t explored but something
in her mind told her that it was, for once, as it seemed.� And then her mind told her to turn, quickly.
� Before she could, a
hand grabbed the back of her head and a powerful, powerfully built arm hooked
around her arms and stomach, pinning her arms to her sides and preventing her
from using them.� She managed to struggle
a little before she was roughly pushed up against the pillar, the side of her
face forced against the cold stone.� She
grunted, fighting like a cornered animal, which she sure as hell felt like
right now, felt her foot collide with her assailant�s stomach, and despite the
ferocity of the kick, was rewarded with not a grunt, a huff, or even the
assailant recoiling in any way.� Instead,
she was roughly spun around so her back was pressed against the pillar
now.� The hand moved from the back of her
head to the side of her face, compressing it between the stone and the man�s hand
rather uncomfortably.� She knew it was a
man, from the frame.� Whoever he was, his
arm had moved so the top of his forearm was pressed hard into her gut, elbow
and wrist pinning her arms to the wall just under the elbow, but given enough
leverage to keep them from moving.� His
body was now practically RIGHT against hers, and from what she could tell, his
legs were shifted so any attempt to nut-shot him was futile, and would probably
get her killed.� Of course, then again,
if he wanted her dead, why hadn�t he shot her yet?
� The horrifying
realization of rape floated to her mind and she began to struggle anew.� At this, for once in her life, she began to
panic.� It was not a pleasant emotion,
and it gripped at her senses, overcoming her as she flailed uselessly against
the steel grip of the man.
� �Let me go,� she
gasped out in terror, her voice somewhat slurred since her lips were forced
into a sort of pucker because of the man�s hand.� The voice that replied was strangely calming
and polite.
� �Stop struggling,
first, then I will,� he said.
� Deciding that she
really had no choice and that if it came to it, sexual dignity came AFTER
survival, she stopped her writhing, her breasts heaving with her
near-hyperventilation breaths.� The man
spoke again.
� �Drop the pistol to
the floor, and kick it away,� came the voice
again.� Terrified, but now trying not to
show it and to reign herself under her control, not realizing she�d drawn it
previously, she let her 9mm Smith & Wesson fall to the ground with a
clatter.� Then, with a
brown-leather-booted foot, she gently kicked it away.� The realization of lack of self-defense was
kicking in, and she was starting to feel the terror rise in her again.� She�d always been the one with the upper
hand�and now she�d been bested, twice, in one day.� This wasn�t happening�this wasn�t happening�
� �Ok�now�calm down,� came the peculiarly calming voice again.
� A faint chuckle came
from him when she remained tensed.
� �No, seriously, calm
down.� I�m not going to do whatever it is
you think I�m going to do, but I need to make sure you are not going to be a
threat to me,� he whispered.
� Lara frowned a
little.� Did he mean it?� Or was this just some ploy to get her to drop
her guard so she�d be even easier?� Did
it matter?� If it was going to happen, it
sure as hell was obvious she wasn�t going to have any say in it.� Slowly, she forced herself to relax, taking
deep, would-be calming breaths.� As her
body melted from its coiled-spring state, the man�s hand slowly drew away from
her face, leaving her free to look at her attacker.
� Reason and logic
told her not to.
� She turned her head
towards him nevertheless.
� Her eyes widened.
� He was gorgeous.
� Unusual,
in a certain way, but gorgeous.
� A wry smile tugged
at the man�s lips.
� �I know.� I�m not blind, in case you�re wondering, my
eyes have always been like this,� he said quietly.� He was referring to his eyes, which she HAD
noticed, but only just now REALLY noticed.�
Previously, they�d been somewhat hypnotic to look into.� Now, she realized�they were a solid white,
devoid of veins, iris, anything.� Just plain, solid white.
� �No, it wasn�t
that,� she replied quietly.� Then she
realized�he really WASN�T going to rape her.�
Rapists didn�t start idle talk.�
Not even the best ones did. �They
took what they wanted, and left.� Or
worse; they didn�t leave.� For some
reason, she didn�t feel any reason to fear this man anymore.� Slowly, he pulled back from her, leaving her
free and unpinned.� She realized now
might be a good time to voice her indignation.
� �I take it you�re
the one who also took whatever artifact-�
� �That was on the
pedestal?� Yes, I did,� he replied
casually.� He was wearing a rather
unusual outfit, normally unsuitable for this kind of work.� He had a black trench coat on, although it
was different as far as trench coats went, as it lacked all the buckles and
straps that most usually had.� What was
underneath it, as far as shirts went, she didn�t know, since it was zipped up.� She could see his
pants, though, since the zipper only went down to his beltline.� Black, very-loose fitting
pants, raver-style in a way, but plain, devoid of the
decorations seen on the goth-ish types.� She watched as he reached into one of the two
large pockets on the sides of his trench coat, pulling out a rather beautiful
jewel of sorts.� It was strange�it seemed
to be made of ruby, emerald, sapphire, and a number of other precious stones,
all in one�especially considering that it changed colors as if on its own.
� �And, pretty lady,
it�s going into the Smithsonian Museum,
not your personal collection, so I�d banish any thoughts of that if I were
you,� he said, narrowing his eyes.
� She returned the eye
narrowing.
� �I HARDLY think that
I would do such a thing,� he replied haughtily, her English accent highlighting
this tone.� She took pride in the fact
that almost everything she had �raided� had been given to museums�for a pretty
penny, of course.
� �Of course you
wouldn�t,� he replied casually.� His
voice tone hadn�t changed at all.� It was
kind of�disarming, and her indignation faded as quickly as it had risen.
� �So�what are you
going to do with it?� she asked, eying it, but remembering how easily he had
disarmed and pinned her, and decided one treasure given up wasn�t going to put
a chip in her budget any.
� The man blinked.� He had just told her, hadn�t he?
� �Like I said�it�s
going to the Smithsonian Museum.� Washington D.C.?� US
capital?� he asked, raising an eyebrow.
� Lara�s eyes widened
slightly in realization�he HAD just said that, hadn�t he?
� �Oh, I�m sorry�I�m
still a little shaken up, I don�t often get pinned by strangers who swipe MY
objective before I get to it�� she said, somewhat reproachfully.� She didn�t know why, but she felt she had to
find a way to keep herself on a pedestal, because otherwise, just by talking,
this man was going to dominate her very being.
� The man shrugged,
saying nothing.� And even without a word
spoken, her reproachful attitude faded as quickly as her indignant one
had.� Christ, she had to get SOME sort of
comeuppance on this guy!� She realized
there wasn�t really a contest going on, but she felt kind of strange.� She didn�t feel like her usual self, she
didn�t feel defensive, nothing.� �Which
was why she had to ACT defensive.
� Lara said nothing
for a moment either, and then shrugged, unconsciously mirroring his movement.� �Well, I don�t suppose it matters, since
we�re kind of trapped in here, anyways,� she said, sighing as she moved over
toward the stairs.� She couldn�t look at
him anymore.� Not because she was mad at
him�but she was afraid if she didn�t look away now, then she�d never have the
chance to again.� His chuckle stopped
her, though.
� �We are?� Hell, I was on my way out, until you came
moseying on in here�� he said, smiling as she turned and looked at him.
� �Wait, you know the
way out?� Then why didn�t you just
leave?� she asked somewhat blandly.� He�d
just destroyed her self-esteem for nothing?�
And rubbed her nose in his victory over her?� She was trying to work herself up into a
right old state of self-indignation again, when he spoke, and once more, killed
any hostility she could try to force upon herself.
� �Well, see, the
thing was, I was about to activate the mechanism to open the door, then I heard
the door opening.� I was about to head
over towards it, when I heard your footsteps, so I ducked down around the other
side of the platform.� Then I heard the
door shut, and I knew exactly why you were here; the same reason I�m here.� So, if I tried to escape, chances were good
you would stop me, so I stuck around, had to try hard as a motherfucker
to not laugh myself into a coma when you started swearing up a storm (Lara�s
eyes narrowed a little at him at this but she couldn�t help but fail to repress
a small smile), and when you started to move away, I had to move quickly to
disarm you,� he explained, finishing with a shrug.
� �My original intent
was actually to knock you unconscious and leave you here to die, but that was
before I found out you were a woman, and armed or not, I can�t sentence a woman
to death,� he said casually.
� Lara about melted
then.� Looks, cunning,
and chivalry.� And then, it hit
her, even though he HAD pinned her, the thing was, he hadn�t actually harmed
her�not a bruise, scrape, or cut.� She
noticed the man was looking at her strangely.�
How she knew he was looking at her when his eyes were solid white, she
didn�t know.
� �What?� she asked, blinking.
� �You�re�blushing,�
he said, chuckling, flashing his white teeth.
� She jerked in
surprise, quickly rubbing her cheeks�as if THAT was going to help any.� �Sorry,� she murmured.� She was losing her composition.� The man watched her with a small smile on his
face.� Taking up an air of false bliss,
he brushed past her.� She couldn�t help
but shudder as she felt his arm brush over her body as he moved past.� She took a steadying breath, then spoke.
� �Where are you
going?�
� He indicated a
switch-like device in the corner of the room.�
�I�m getting the door open,� he replied, turning back and grinning at
her, flashing his pearl-white teeth at her again.� Her heart skipped a beat as she watched him
descend the steps with all the ease of a man walking over a normal every-day
sidewalk, with all the grace of a cat, before moving over towards the switch
and throwing it.� The door did not open,
however, another one did.� It was set
into the wall on the other side of the room.�
The man glanced back, raising an eyebrow.
� �Well�I had THOUGHT
it would reopen this door�� he muttered.�
Lara turned to look at the other door as it opened, casting a glance at
the man as he moved towards it slowly.�
He glanced back at her.
� �You might want to
grab your weapon.� I�m sure you noticed
the eerie lack of traps this warren has had,� he pointed out, reaching into his
coat and pulling out a pair of chrome-colored pistols.� They were long, sleek, with a slightly
rounded rectangular frame.� Each had a 2x
scope mounted on the top, with a laser aim pointer on the underside, slung
directly underneath the barrel.� Slung
underneath the laser pointers was an LED flashlight.� Attached to the mouth of the guns were small
suppressors that had an interesting coiling system within them that suppressed
the sound of the gun firing without compromising accuracy or power, while
lessening the recoil.� From the looks of
the guns, they were .56 calibers.� To be
dual-wielded, they would NEED that recoil suppression.
� Lara bent over to
retrieve her fallen 9mm, watching as he lifted one gun to eye level, peering
through its scope as the LED light illuminated the long, dark passageway.� After a moment, he sighed.
� �Ok, it�s cl-�
� Suddenly, a
shadowy�THING swooped out of the darkness and tackled the man.� Both of his weapons went clattering to the
floor, skidding away from him as he struggled with the strange creature.� It had six arms, and a beak-like mouth that
was trying to cut into his neck.� He
managed to grip onto the beak and hold it away, straining and breathing
heavily.
� Lara, who had been
momentarily stunned, snapped into action.�
He dashed forwards, bringing out her other 9mm and opening fire with
both guns, running forward towards the pair as the reports echoed through the
room and the muzzle flashes lit the room like flashes of lightening.� The creature shrieked as several bullets slammed
into its body, none of them hitting anything vital.� It turned and its four green eyes stared at
her unblinkingly.� Lara suddenly
halted.� She couldn�t move.� She shook as the being�s gaze enveloped all
of her senses.� She was dimly aware of
the world around her, but hardly.� It
suddenly leaped off of the man and scrambled towards her, beak opening, aiming
for her throat.� Lara couldn�t move out
of its path.� She couldn�t even close her
eyes.� She could feel the terror,
though.� She knew that this was it, she was going to die�
� Suddenly, with a
shriek, the beast�s face exploded in a spray of green blood and tripped over
itself, tumbling end over end before coming to a rest in front of her.� She was suddenly lifted of the inhibiting
curse.� She shook, taking a step back,
almost hyperventilating, as she looked up at the man, who had one of his guns
in his hand, the barrel still smoking.� He
had moved like a bolt of lightening�impossibly fast.� The gun had been twenty feet away, the
strange creature had been 15 feet from Lara, and had been moving at half a mile
a minute�30 mph�and he�d shot it dead.�
How?
� The man stood
slowly, retrieving his other gun, moving up to her quickly as she sank to her
knees.
� �Hey,
you alright?� Looks like it had
you a bit dumbstruck for a moment, there�� he said softly, kneeling next to
her.
� Lara nodded.� �I�m�fine�� she said haltingly, hand pressed
to her chest to steady her pounding heart, shutting her eyes tightly and
leaning back against the stone pillar behind her.� The man watched her quietly.
� �Are you sure?�
� �Yes��
� There was a few
moments� silence as Lara continued to try to regain her breath.� That had been unnerving.� Never before had she felt so defenseless.� It was like an ASSURANCE that she was going
to die.� It had been disturbing.
� She felt a hand on
her shoulder.� Not one of hers.� She looked up into the man�s solid-white
eyes.� He had saved her.� Something that couldn�t
easily be said of many other men.�
She smiled slightly.
� �You know�you just
saved my life�and you don�t even know my name,� she said softly, smiling.� The man grinned, nodding.
� �Aye, that�s true,
isn�t it?�
� Lara smiled.� �Aren�t you even going to ask?�
� �I suppose it would
be damn rude of me not to.� What, pretty
lady, is your name?�
� Lara�s heart skipped
a beat at the way he said it.� She
couldn�t describe it.� There was just
this�quality to the way he said it.
� �L�Lara Croft.� I�m a tomb raider,� she replied after a
moment, looking into his solid white eyes that she somehow could tell were
staring right back into hers.
� �Enigma
Vahn Taylor.�
I�m a tomb raider, too.�
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