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Tomb Raider plot : Wednesday night
Jun. 15th, 2012 08:36 amIgnoring the twinge in his knee, Sandor ran, dodging around corners and running on nothing but blind instinct. Behind him, he could hear the heavy footfalls of the beast as it chased him, the ominous rustling of its leafy mass coming closer.
It was bad enough being in a maze made of hedges. But when the sculptures made of hedges came to life and started chasing them through the maze, Sandor felt comfortable calling that really fucking out of hand. He risked a glance behind him and saw the thing was catching up, its bulk apparently not impeding its speed. He ran faster, seeing an opening ahead-- a way out?-- but caught his foot on an exposed root and tumbled down. Up, he thought, scrambling for it, but a brambled paw caught him in the gut and sent him down again. On his back, the creature towered over him, and he skittered backward as fast as he could. He had no idea what it would do when it decided it was done playing with him like a cat with a mouse, but he was sure he didn't want to know.
A look over his shoulder showed him the doorway was near, and he levered himself to his feet to make a break for it, feeling the catch behind him as the hedge-creature grabbed at his shirt. It pulled; he pulled back, and stumbled through the doorway pulling it behind him. There was a mournful, sourceless cry, and Sandor turned in amazement to watch the thing crumble, dissolving almost into a pile of dead leaves and sticks.
He straightened, turned, and looked at the rest of his group, who were standing in a cluster waiting for him to emerge, and staring at him. "Well, now we've got firewood," he said, bending to sweep a pile of the former hedge-thing into his arms.
[gathering style.]
It was bad enough being in a maze made of hedges. But when the sculptures made of hedges came to life and started chasing them through the maze, Sandor felt comfortable calling that really fucking out of hand. He risked a glance behind him and saw the thing was catching up, its bulk apparently not impeding its speed. He ran faster, seeing an opening ahead-- a way out?-- but caught his foot on an exposed root and tumbled down. Up, he thought, scrambling for it, but a brambled paw caught him in the gut and sent him down again. On his back, the creature towered over him, and he skittered backward as fast as he could. He had no idea what it would do when it decided it was done playing with him like a cat with a mouse, but he was sure he didn't want to know.
A look over his shoulder showed him the doorway was near, and he levered himself to his feet to make a break for it, feeling the catch behind him as the hedge-creature grabbed at his shirt. It pulled; he pulled back, and stumbled through the doorway pulling it behind him. There was a mournful, sourceless cry, and Sandor turned in amazement to watch the thing crumble, dissolving almost into a pile of dead leaves and sticks.
He straightened, turned, and looked at the rest of his group, who were standing in a cluster waiting for him to emerge, and staring at him. "Well, now we've got firewood," he said, bending to sweep a pile of the former hedge-thing into his arms.
[gathering style.]
