Title: Davie and the demonic
Tomb Raider
Category: Videogames
Author Pen name:
Knorg
Email: paxgronk@hotmail.com
Description: This is a parody of the Tomb Raider games,
featuring an 18-year-old Texan using a cursed CD and meeting “Lara”. M/F sex,
fun with chains and ball-gag.
“Oh Davie! You’re so big!
I want you so deep inside me!” Lara’s cultured English tones speaking clichéd
porn star dialogue brought a wide smile to Davie Jenkins face as he screwed her
from behind. Her shorts had been thrown off to the side, but she was otherwise
fully dressed with the crotch of her green one-piece top pulled to the side as
he penetrated her. He was gripping her around the waist just below her gunbelt
as she enthusiastically moved on his cock.
He leaned down and got a
couple of gentle handfuls of her breasts through her top, kissing the back of
her neck. Tasting her skin, the scent of sex heavy in the air.
“Davie! Oh Davie!”
He felt her nipples
through her top and lightly squeezed at them, causing Lara to groan and buck at
him, her pussy tightening around his cock.
“DAVIE!”
The senior blinked a few
times, and realised he was still in biology class. There were a few light
sniggers around him from classmates who’d noted him daydreaming and were
carefully waiting to see how long it would take the fearsome Ms Barlow to
notice his inattention. He looked at her glowering at him from the front, and
wiggled in his seat. He had major boner.
“Sorry Ma’am!” It had
seemed so real…
“WELL! Perhaps you’d like
to explain to the class exactly WHICH high principles of scientific philosophy
you were contemplating rather than MY lesson?”
“Scientific philosophy?
Well I was wondering uh…” The senior desperately tried to make sense of the
board at the front, to ask a pertinent question. “I was just wondering about
the uh… moral implications of messing around with um… genetic code… The whole
GM food debate…”
“HMMPH well… It is a
troubling issue, though the agri-business firms have mostly suppressed it
here..” As he successfully diverted her off into a long rant about feeding
people Genetically Modified foods without a lot more testing, he forced himself
to avoid returning to his Lara fantasy. The lust had virtually been condensing
on his skin. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a jack his
great-grandmother – “Grandmother Cassie” - had given him on her deathbed years
ago; A small silver toy from her rich childhood in England. He jokingly called
it a good luck charm.
Instead he paid attention
to Ms Barlow, which could be almost as bad. She’d been at the school since the
start of the semester and looked to be about 25 or 26. And Van Halen could have
recorded a song about her. Her skin was pale, her hair raven-black and long –
but kept in a ponytail. Her movements were graceful and smooth. None of the
guys could place her accent in their suburb of Austin, Texas. How had she ever
ended up as a teacher?
Ten minutes later the bell
signalled the end of class and the start of lunch. Davie pushed his books into
his bag. He was by nature a loner, with only two real friends – Jay and
Stephen. Until a couple of months ago, he had another close friend called
Tommy. Tommy was the funniest son of a bitch Davie had ever met, funnier than
anything on TV. But Tommy had disappeared. Run away from home, the cops said.
He’d started hanging out less with the others after that.
Unfortunately for Davie’s
loner tendencies, it had come out at an early age that he had the skill to be,
and soon was, the best high school receiver in the state, and parental and
social pressure had kept him on the team. He didn’t mind too much as he’d long
accepted you wouldn’t always get what you wanted from life. The other guys were
decent to him because of his skill, and kept out of his way.
“Davie!”
“Yes Ma’am?” Davie had
nearly made it out of the classroom, when Ms Barlow called him back, sharply.
“Come here.”
As the other pupils left, Davie
went and stood behind his teacher, now busy cleaning off the board for the post
lunch class. He stood with his hand in his pocket, and his fingers brushed the
silver jack; he could use some of it’s good luck now, he thought.
“What’s happened to you Davie?
I’ve seen your permanent record. You were always pretty bright. Always getting
those solid B’s. Now it seems you’re never concentrating, not putting in the
effort on the homework… Are you relying on a football scholarship?”
Ms Barlow had quickly become
famed for the stern, uncompassionate front she put on. Now she seemed
concerned. It was quite a shock to Davie.
“No Ma’am… It’s nothing to
do with Football…”
The teacher turned around,
and sat on the edge of her desk, the concern showing clearly on her face.
“Please, Davie, tell me
what it is, or speak to someone. There has to be something we can do to
help. It would be a massive shame for you to do so… consistently throughout
High School and then drop off so close to graduating…”
Davie writhed a little
under her gaze, as in his mind he played Tomb Raider… and ‘played’ with the
Tomb Raider. He knew his parents had also been getting worried about his
performance, and realised that Ms Barlow might go to them if he couldn’t give
her a good answer now. She was looking intently at him, waiting for an answer.
He squirmed under her gaze.
“It’s… this new game I’ve
got on my PC… Tomb Raider… I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about it…
trying to solve the puzzles in my head, playing it at home… It’s very
addictive…” He made no mention of his fantasies.
Ms Barlow smiled. Her
greatly sensitive ears – a fantastic asset for any teacher - had caught some of
Davie’s low murmurings when he had that daydreaming look, and it hadn’t sounded
like he was thinking about puzzles. She had glimpsed other signs that his
attention laid away from key finding and block moving.
“This Tomb Raider… That’s
the game with… Lara?”
Davie blushed. She looked
the six foot four student in his blue eyes. His dark brown hair was in a mussed
up style with blonde highlights. He was built like a typical receiver and his
face brought to people’s minds the actor Seth Green of Buffy and Austin
Powers fame.
“Davie… the female
computer game characters… they’re just pixels and code… They’re not real. I
don’t want to sound cynical, but with your career touchdown record you could
have any of the girls in this school… even the Goths. So why waste your time
thinking about this Lara?”
Davie was coughing into his
hand, blushing away; a dork in a jock’s body. “I uh… she’s… uh… um…”
“You know, I hear a lot of
things. People talking. I know there’s lots of girls who would love to
spend more time with you, and in a way that won’t distract as much from your
studies. But I know what addiction is like, so… Do you have two disk drives on
your PC?”
When Davie nodded, Ms
Barlow pushed herself off her desk, and went to the file cabinet at the back of
the room, opening the bottom drawer. She reached in and pulled out a CD case.
Bringing it to Joey, she handed it to him. He looked at it incredulously – it
had a pentagram design on the front and writing he didn’t recognise.
“Next time you’re going to
play, put this into your other disk drive. It will help you break your addiction.”
Davie was deeply dubious.
“Will it destroy my computer? Is it a virus?”
Ms Barlow looked shocked
and annoyed, “That would be highly illegal! Davie, I’m just trying to help. I
want all my students to do well. No, this is a little program that will help
you find other things to do with your time... after-school activities and
helping the community! But I know cold turkey doesn’t work, so if you use it
with the Tomb Raider disk, it’ll extract a Tomb Raider theme. Wean you off. Now
get out of here before I take it back!”
Davie nodded, and turned
to leave, still looking at the disk. Being in a suburban American high school
he knew all about corporate sponsorship, and suspected he’d just been selected
as a beta tester. It was still very strange.
He dropped it in his bag.
“Virus…” Ms Barlow
muttered, and rolled her eyes, before turning back to the board. She started
whistling Queen’s Another one bites the dust.
8:30PM – Davie’s House
“Mom! I’ve finished my
homework… “ Davie said, showing the completed assignments to his work to her.
Jolene Jenkins sighed. At least she didn’t have to make Davie go along for
Football practice – she thought some kind of school pride on Davie’s part kept
him there.
“Good. Here’s your game
back.” She went and unlocked her sideboard drawer, handing the Tomb Raider CD
to her recently wayward son. “I might be needing to use your computer for my
own work later, Mine’s died… John said he’d sort it at the weedend.”
Davie looked aghast! How
could she?
“Oh…f…MOM!”
Davie dropped his head.
“I’ll go round Jay’s and
play there then…” Jay had been as friend of Davies for years, although it
seemed Davie hardly saw him out of school these days. Davie had a suspicion that
his old friend wouldn’t be in anyway – since he and Mike had bravely come out
as a couple; they spent all their time together.
Muttering to himself,
Davie took his CD up to the room he’d always shared with his older brother
John. He knew John was currently back from college for a visit, but a quick
glace showed he wasn’t about now. He heard his sisters watching MTV and The
Simpsons in their respective rooms as he pushed open the door, and walked
up to the PC that sat in the corner, a siren call to him. He hit the power
button that turned the machine on, and it booted up.
Sitting in the chair in
front, his leg knocked against the schoolbag he’d flung down after taking his
homework stuff out. Looking down, he saw Ms Barlow’s disk.
“A pentagram?” Davie suspected a FPS anti-demon shoot ‘em up. If
it really did take a Tomb Raider theme, it might be good for a laugh, he
decided.
“What the hell… Anything
it breaks, John can fix…” He flipped it out, and put it in the machines second
drive, while the Tomb Raider disk went in the much faster DVD drive.
Autorun loaded up Tomb
Raider, and he put his hands on the keyboard and mouse. He felt a shock start
in his hands, and tried to lift them. They were stuck fast, as he saw the
screen flash dark, filling the room like a black cloud. It quickly faded
to leave an empty room, and a wisp of smoke.
Davie looked around
himself, terrified, virtually on the point of pissing himself. He was standing
in a square metal room with a single handle-less door in front of him. He
actually squealed when green light exploded in the air in front of him and
stared incredulously as it formed a floating word “EODIS”
‘That should be Eidos,’ Davie thought. The image flicked and changed. Now
it read “eoDIS.”
“Alright! Sorry!” Davie
said. He didn’t know that Dis a city of Hell. The text reformed again “A Baalo
Production”.
“Baalo? What’s… BARLOW? Ms
Barlow?”
Davie felt like he’d heard
a bad punch-line. That was lame! ‘No wonder Ms Barlow never told jokes in
class,’ he thought before he could stop himself. The text reformed again,
into a “HMMPH.” Davie pushed back against the wall. He had to remember it was
reading his mind!
Once again, the text
changed. “EODIS Games Presents Tomb Raider: Angel of the Pit”
Davie knew that wasn’t the
title of the game he’d put in. He knew it. The text reformed into a menu,
offering:
‘Load games?’ Davie thought. How could he load something he hadn’t
played? The menu reformed to a list of game slots, and the senior realised that
the menu responded to thought as well. The game names were all people’s names.
At the very top was the name Tommy Solomon, Davie’s missing friend.
“Tommy? TOMMY!” A red text
flashed in front. Access denied. “Tommy…” Davie concentrated and
moved the arrow down. There were a lot of names he didn’t recognise, and a few
he did… “D B Cooper?” ‘Didn’t he?’ “Amelia Earhart? Glen Miller? RICHEY
EDWARDS? From the Manics? These… these are all people who disappeared?”
He realised he couldn’t do
anything about any of it. Access Denied. The menu returned, and
now the Load Games option was faded, leaving Help and start play.
“Help…”
Davie murmured.
>How may I help you?
The text was different,
lit blue.
“Why am I here?”
>You used the disk.
“I’ve used lots of disks”
>That one was special.
“Can I get out of here?”
>Win the game.
“Can’t I just quit now?”
>There’s no fun in
that.
“What if I lose?”
>That would be unfortunate.
“Why are all those names
on the games list? What happened to Tommy? Those other guys?
>They were unfortunate.
Davie closed his eyes, and
sank to his knees. He felt like crying.
“Who are you?”
>I am Baalo.
“What are you?”
>I am Baalo.
“Why are you doing this to
me?”
>It’s what I do.
“Tommy didn’t play video
games! I bet FUCKING Amelia Earhart didn’t either!”
>I adapt.
“You’ll go to prison for
this! Don’t you know that?”
>You are not the first
and yet I am free.
“Why… why high school
biology?”
>I have a very sound
knowledge of anatomy. The rest isn’t hard to pick up.
“So… What’s your problem
with GM Foods?”
>Don’t you know that
stuff reduces sexual desire?
>You’re rambling Davie.
Stop dawdling towards destiny.
“I… I just wanted Lara…”
>You don’t want. You
desire. You lust. You obsess.
The green menu came back.
Now only start game was bright. Davie seemed to be out of options.
“Start
game.”
The
door raised silently into the ceiling. Davie could see only darkness beyond.
Squaring his shoulders, the Texan stood and walked through the metal doorway…
…and
a heavy wooden door closed behind him. He blinked, the darkness gone.
He
had stepped into a large and ornately decorated bedroom. Up against the far
wall was a king-size wooden bed with dark red sheets and pillows. Davie didn’t
pay much attention to room or bed, because Lara Croft was lying naked on it,
each limb with a short chain binding it to a bedpost. She was fully dressed but
for her shorts, even wearing her sunglasses. A bright red ball-gag was in her
mouth, and as she saw Davie she started to struggle, and tried to shout through
it.
“Holy
shit!” the Texan teen swore. There was Lara Croft, bound and helpless,
struggling before him. Not Angelina Jolie, or Nell McAndrew, or any of the
models and actresses that had been hired to portray her over the years. This
was Lara Croft as Davie had imagined her.
“Take her… push the crotch of her top aside and take her now… Those tits!
Grab them! Squeeze them! What am I waiting for?” the thought started in
his head, and Davie moved forward as Lara struggled harder. “I can’t hurt a
girl… She’s captured! I have to… She’s just pixels and polygons… how can you
commit a crime against a computer character? She got killed a lot in game and I
never cared!”
“MMMPHH!
MMMM! HHPP MMMME!” Davie’s hands dropped towards his pants button. He just
wanted to climb straight on, push the crotch aside and ball her like in his
wildest fantasies.
Davie’s left hand was
unbuttoning his trousers, as his right sneaked into his pocket for a quick
squeeze of his straining cock.
His eyes went wide, a bolt
of pain shot up his arm. Yanking his arm out, he looked into his pocket and saw
his silver jack. The raging lusty thoughts in his head hushed. Steeling
himself, he jabbed his hand in again, and pulled the jack out. It didn’t hurt
half so bad this time, and the pain faded as the demon taint quit him. He could
tell now that what he’d been hearing wasn’t his voice.
“You cheating
motherFUCKER! NOBODY EVER WON, HUH?” Davie threw back his head and shouted,
“WELL I GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU!”
Gripping the silver jack
between finger and palm, he flipped a double bird at Lara.
Flame’s exploded along the
chains, and the metal-links dissipated into smoke. Lara reached up and
un-strapped her ball-gag, dropping it on the bed. She tossed her sunglasses to
one side, and twisted around on the bed to lie on her front, her elbows on the
bed and her fists under her chin. Her breasts thrust out showing her nipples
through the tight material. She looked mildly confused, but mostly amused.
“Hello Davie.” It started
as Ms Barlow’s voice, and then changed to the voice he always thought of as
Lara’s, the voice from the first Tomb Raider. He’d had a long and active
imagination about the Lady Croft and realised this Lara’s personality would be
different with Baalo in control.
He slowly lowered his
double birds, his hands hanging as fists at his side. The silver jack was warm
in his hands. Somehow, Grandmother Cassie’s present had protected him.
“You wanted me to…” he
couldn’t actually say it. He felt ashamed.
“Rape me, Davie? Yes. I
wanted you to give in to your basest desires, to dominate a bound and helpless
woman, to steal and conquer. I wanted for your desire to defeat the basic
goodness of your tarnished human soul. I nearly had you… This close…”
Lara held her thumb and
forefinger a few millimetres apart in front of her face.
“I could have offered
myself to you in other ways… but this path is an easy one to the pit. Then I
could have added your soul to my collection.”
The demon Lara smiled
sweetly and licked her lips.
“But you cheat!”
“I cheat? What is a videogame
without cheats? Anyway, you brought your little trinket into my game.
Clever little thing… hid itself from my gaze.”
She paused.
“Where did you get it?”
Davie remained silent,
forgetting that in the game his mind could be read.
Lara’s gaze focussed on
Davie’s childhood memories. “Is that? Old Mother Cassandra? You’re kin to that
old crone? She must have had more foresight than any of us knew to arm against me.
Lara looked annoyed but
laughed spitefully.
“She’s nothing but dust
now Davie. Nothing but dust.” Lara’s voice trailed to a whisper, and then she
laughed again.
“Well,” she began
cheerily, “You won! Off you go now!” Lara moved one of her hands from beneath
her chin, and flicked it towards the door Davie had entered by.
He started backing towards
it, never taking his eyes off her. “There’s no way I’m just going to walk
out of here…” Davie expected a trap at any moment, the demon to tug him
back. He was more surprised when instead he felt the silver-jack tug at his
hand.
“What?” he said aloud.
Lara had noted his hand twitch, and looked with interest. She didn’t say
anything.
“Tommy.”
Davie stopped instantly.
“Tommy and the others. I’m taking them with me.”
Lara twisted again,
sitting up on the bed. She sat with her legs wide, dangling over the edge.
Davie noted the green material tight against her crotch.
“You are? You think you
can… take me?” Lara moved a hand to her crotch, and began rubbing herself.
“Another game. Their souls
for…”
“For yours? And why is your
soul so much more valuable than my entire collection?”
“Because I won.”
Lara continued to rub
herself, pushing the crotch of her top aside as she started to work a finger
into her pussy, then another. She moaned, softly. Davie found he had to work hard
not to lose his resolve.
“You want… you want them
all… Can your desire for many you’ve never met outweigh your desire for this
body? For me?” Lara lifted her fingers and slid them into her mouth, slowly
sucking the juices from them.
Davie gripped the silver
jack hard, the spokes digging into his hand. His mind cleared a little.
“It can.” He said, between
gritted teeth.
Lara lay back on the bed,
and slid her slick fingers back in, beginning to rub at her clit with her
thumb.
“Another game then. I accept
your challenge Davie Jenkins. Desire is the whole of my law. All you need to do
is want them more while I fuck your brains out.” Lara’s breathing became more
laboured, her voice higher. She reached her spare hand up to rub her breasts,
to pinch at her nipples. Her moans grew more intense, faster, until she came
over hand, juice actually spraying out. The smell quickly dominated the room.
She squealed at her fast climax.
Davie watched the demon
get herself off, and tried to think of Tommy, of the countless victims of this…
thing. His instincts had other ideas. He felt about ready to blow a load in his
pants as he saw Lara Croft shuddering in orgasm on the bed. Lara suddenly
punched the air, and Davie’s Jack flew from his hand. She flicked her wrist, and
it dropped in the corner while still staring at the ceiling.
The teen felt its
influence and protection shrink almost to nothing. He started running towards
it, but Lara was fast. She was in front of him and he hadn’t even seen her
move. She was shorter than him, muscular, and he simply charged her as he would
faced with a defensive guy on the field, hoping momentum would carry him within
reach of the corner if she slowed him.
He needed the silver jack;
more than a good luck charm now, it was his protective amulet.
Lara shoved him in the
chest, single handed, and sent him through the air to sprawl on the bed. He lay
winded as she kicked off her boots, her socks, dropped her gunbelt, flipped the
straps down and slid out of her top. Lara stood legs apart naked in front of
him, and looked Davie straight in the eye. He made a strangled sort of sobbing
sound.
‘She is so hot.’
“I can’t talk in your mind
now you recognise my voice, but you’ve lost your toy. Are we even?”
She paused, and then whispered
darkly.
“Davie, I really don’t
need to talk in your mind…”
“Toooommmyyy… Buddy…” Another time, another place, he’d have felt odd
thinking of his best friend with a naked woman in front of him, especially a
woman like Lara croft. But it wasn’t just Tommy’s soul at stake; it was all
those other folks… and his! As Lara walked seductively slowly towards the bed,
he started trying to push himself back, away.
“St-St-stay back! I don’t
want you! I…” With quick heatless flames, the chains were back, holding Davie’s
limbs towards the bedposts.
“No! NO!” He panicked,
struggling against his bonds. It was no use. They bound him to the bed. He
closed his eyes, and looked away. Thought of growing up and only truly making
friends with Jay, and Stephen, and Tommy.
He felt her hands on his
pants buttons, then tugging them down a little. With the chains spreading his
legs it was clear they couldn’t go far. He heard Lara mutter something and
suddenly a warm sensation enveloped his body. His eyes opened as he saw his
clothes on fire! The magical fire quickly burned the clothes to nothing, and
left him naked with his thick 8” cock sticking up. He saw Lara staring at it,
hungrily, and felt his tool twitch under her gaze.
His body wanted her so
much, but he had to keep control. Lara moved around the side of the bed, and
climbed on, her head towards to foot of the bed.
“GET AWAY! FUCK YOU DEMON!
FUCK YOU!”
Lara didn’t reply. She
moved her tanned hard thighs on each side of his head, sticking her snatch
right over Davie’s face, dripping spots of juice. The heady scent was intense.
“I don’t want you… I don’t
want you… I don’t want you…” Davie started to repeat it, almost like a chant.
He screwed his eyes tight.
Hot breath on his cock,
and then Lara’s tongue swiped the tip.
“Ooooaaahhhh… Noo….” Davie
moaned, fighting his body’s desire. How could any part of him enjoy being
chained and forced even by “Lara Croft”?
Davie felt her hefty firm
breasts against his chest, hard nipples pushing against him. Then Lara bobbed
her head and effortlessly swallowed down to the base of Davie’s cock. He jerked
on the bed beneath her, and gasped, instantly shooting off, the first two wads
going down her throat before she pulled back and captured the rest in her
mouth. Davie clenched and unclenched his fists, resisting his desire to give in
even as he came.
Lara moved around on the
bed over him, and took his jaw in her strong right hand. He couldn’t fight her
grip, and closed his eyes again as she lent her face towards him, before thrusting
her tongue in his mouth. Davie tasted his own spunk as she wrestled with his
tongue, before sucking the mixture back to herself and swallowing. Breaking off
the kiss she put her mouth back to his ear
“Davie…” she whispered
“…you’re weakening Davie… your soul is fighting a losing battle… quit now and
hold a favoured place in my collection…”
Davie swirled his tongue
in his mouth, and then spat as much as he could in Lara’s face. The sculpted
aristocratic beauty twisted with anger, momentarily inhuman in expression.
Davie saw her raise her fist and then just as abruptly she looked normal again,
and smiled.
“Not that easy, Davie
boy…”
“FUCK YOU! YOU WANT SOME
MORE?” Davie’s lungs found air, and he started to shout and scream defiance in
the face of the demon, ignoring his rapidly re-hardening cock. Lara reached
behind herself, and came back with the ball gag she’d worn earlier. Her demonic
influence changed it to fit perfectly. Lara forced the red ball into Davie’s
mouth, and strapped it about his head.
His muffled cries
continued, “I’ve taken language from you Davie, another veneer of civilisation
stripped away!” Lara giggled and wiggled backwards onto Davie’s cock.
His eye’s grew wide as the
tight wet warmth surrounded his shaft to the delicious sound of Lara moaning.
The diabolic Tomb Raider slowly impaled herself onto his cock, flicking her
tongue out to lick Davie’s ball-gag. He felt his resolve starting to melt away
as Lara kept her perfect smooth tanned breasts against him and wriggled and moved
on Davie’s meat.
He started to moan rather
than shout, beginning to move his hips starting to move with the demon. The
fires of triumph started to glow in her eyes as she moved faster on him; she
couldn’t lose now! She had him!
“Oh Davie! You’re so big!
I want you so deep inside me!” Lara moaned.
Davie’s favourite fantasy.
He felt his climax approaching as Lara moved faster, squeezing his cock in her
hot tight pussy. Tommy’s memory faded in his mind and he started to focus
purely on his climax.
“So close! Give it to me!
Give it all to me!” Lara cried, hugging Davie tight for a moment, and then
enthusiastically continuing.
The last fires of Davie’s
resolve were fast dying down when he noticed a silver light glowing from the
Jack’s corner. So intent was Lara on her victory, she didn’t notice. Her
concentration was on Davie’s soul, not his mind.
Davie’s attention flicked
back to her. He wanted to suck on her nipples or play with her breasts. He was
so close now he…
“Yes! YES! Davie! You’re
mine! Give it to me! GIVE IT TO ME!” Lara screamed, reaching the beginning of
her climax, knowing her pussy clamping would surely finish the teen off and
destroy the last of his will.
“MMMPPPHH?!?!” Davie saw Granny
Cassandra standing naked in the corner every wrinkle of her aged body on
display, outlined by a faint silver glow. She held her saggy breasts in her
hands.
“UUUGGHGHHH!” All desire
fled the teenager, even as he came.
“YESSSSSSS! Lara howled,
milking his cum riding into her greatest possible climax, the taking of a
soul.”
“WHAT?” She was yanked
back. The soul wouldn’t come. Davie had resisted at the last possible second,
and she hadn’t taken him! She looked down in outrage at the teen, as Davie felt
new strength flood his body. His chains and gag disappeared in flames. Light
filled the room as the suddenly released souls of victims past powered through
him, hitting the demon with the rage of the unfairly cheated, a mob taking
revenge on a tormenter.
He heard Lara’s voice
twist into a hideous infernal shriek and saw her eyes flash with flame. Then
the light took her. Davie collapsed back onto the bed, breathing heavily and
closed his eyes. As he did so, he felt the room change. He could tell he was lying
on grass, outside somewhere. It felt like a hot summer’s day.
He opened his eyes and saw
Tommy sitting on an old wooden bench with a young woman who looked like his
mother. He felt incredibly embarrassed until he noticed he was fully clothed
again.
“Davie! Buddy! Welcome to
England, man!”
“What?”
The woman smiled,
indulgently. “I used to play here as a child, it lives on in my memory, though
it’s built on now.” The voice was familiar, though strong and unwavering with
age.
Davie stood up, and said
“Grandmother Cassie?”
“Smart boy, Davie, but you
are of my line. I’d expect nothing less. Though not unaided you defeated
Baalo, boy and I’m proud you fought on to the end.”
“Thank you Gran’ma.” Davie
looked at Tommy, who grinned back and gave him two thumbs up. Something twisted
in his stomach.
“I guess Tommy and me will
be leaving now?” he said, though he knew already the answer. He could see it in
Tommy’s eyes. His soul was free, but that wouldn’t bring him back.
“Hell buddy, I’d love to.
But Texas ain’t no place for the dead. Well… Least I get to rest in peace,
now.”
Davie felt a tear start at
his eye, “All that for nothing…” he muttered.
Cassie tutted, “Nothing?
There are more new stars in heaven than ‘ere before of a night, all those souls
you released from it’s control. Baalo is permanently weakened, it’ll no’ be
able to threaten anything again!” Cassie’s face softened into a smile, and she
reached an arm around to squeeze Tommy about the shoulder.
“Come now, I think you
know you’ve done well… But time grows short in this place between the worlds.
We must bid you farewell.” Cassie stood and pecked Davie on the cheek, and
pressed the silver jack anew into his hand. She stepped aside as Tommy stood up
and he and Davie shook hands, “I owe ya one buddy. And I’m never gonna get
called on it! WHOO-HOO!” he said, laughing.
“Tommy?” Davie leaned in
close, “What was the demon to you?”
“Your mom, dude!”
“WHAAAT?” Tommy burst into
laughter as a gentle wind blew up, and moment’s later Davie was back in his
room.
“Miss you buddy…” Davie
sighed.
He walked out of his
bedroom, and closed the door.
The End!