Lara Croft : The Tomb Raider

Droplets of water dropped from the sky as the long and narrow streets of downtown Prague became moist with natures generousness. Most of the people were happy and grateful because of this gift but some were not. Between those who were not happy there was a specific person who this rain was not pleasant at all to.

The person was a pedestrian who was walking without a destination or purpose. Most people started running towards their houses after the rain started but the cold water pouring on her skin didn’t change her pace.

She was wearing a long elegant black evening dress and matching high heels. Her perfect and glossy hair had become a mess and her ruined make up was running down her face. You could tell from the clothing and her many jewelry that she was a wealthy person.

The woman was Lara Croft, the world renown archeologist and the infamous Tomb Raider. The British aristocrat walked down the long street without ever stopping. After a while her feet got tired and she sat on a step in front of a house.

The dress that she was wearing was almost completely soaked, the tight fitting dress became even tighter and was clinging to her massive bosom and you didn’t have to look too hard to make out her hard nipples poking through the fabric. Like her dress her hair was ruined as well but none of that mattered to Lara, she was too busy with her thoughts to even notice that or the homeless man that had been following her for a long time.

But she did notice him, as she did notice the chilling feeling of the rain but she couldn’t care less. What did he want? Probably nothing, he just wanted to stare at this unworldly beauty for a couple of minutes like many others, he had probably mistook her for a prostitute who was either running from her pimp or had fled from a nasty customer. And about the rain, Lara had felt that a lot. During her expeditions in Amazon rain forest or jungles in Africa and in more situations than she could count or remember right now.

Lara winced as her hand accidentally brushed by the side of her stomach. She looked at the hole inside her dress and then opened it a little. She looked away after seeing the blood that was leaking from the wound. She knew that she had to do something about it soon but she didn’t know what, for the first time in a long time Lara felt that she was without a purpose, without a thought.

She tried to think about something else, anything that would distract her from her current condition. Her mind couldn’t help but to drift back to how she got herself into this situation.