Continuation from Lara Croft: Underworld and Lara's Shadow. Lara remembers Alistair's last words, "I'll see you in Avalon."
So she goes to find him.
Hopefully the ending will surprise you!
The heat of the blaze caused my head to throb, and my eyes stung as sparks flew from various electrical items. My vision blurred. I looked through the glass of my office. What I saw made my stomach clench, and caused countless memories to come flooding back. There, standing menacingly still, was a woman.
I gingerly stepped closer, and the woman copied my movements to perfection. I thought at first it was merely my reflection, and that my mind was playing tricks on me. The
woman’s steps were cautious. It was only when I saw her emotion-void face and her fiery glowing eyes when I realised.
My doppelganger was back.
Time stopped temporarily, then my instincts took over. I lifted a gun from pocket, ready to strike. Again, the doppelganger did the same.
That was, until she saw Alistair stumbling and coughing nearby. She turned around, and in a flash, there was a shot.
Alistair didn't even have time to realise what had happened. He was on the floor, writhing in pain, and groaning. Then the evil woman turned to me. I began to shoot, but her reactions were so quick that she dodged every bullet. Then she began to fight back, slick, sharp jabs and kicks causing me to falter. I thought I had met my match. After every dodge she stood, her face boring into mine. Her scarlet eyes glinted, and her head was slightly cocked. She was teasing me. This was a sick and twisted game for her. After an arm twist and two sudden kicks in the back she swept me to the floor.
A final stare was a parting gift, then she ran off into the flames, and vanished through the remnants of a window.
I clutched my head wound, and hurriedly ran to Alistair. It was all a blur.
"Alistair..." I didn't know what to say, I just tried to stop the blood.
"I feel...bloody awful."
"Sssh, just lie still."
"I'll see...see you..."
"Alistair, hold on!"
Alistair died then. I didn't know what to say. I hated loss, but I had to be used to it by now. He became limp and cold. I remembered all he had done for me, his jokes, and his laughter. In my anger and sadness I could think of only one word.