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Davie and the demonic Tomb Raider
By Knorg 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".
Author's Note: This story was first uploaded to another archive 24th January 2004. I have been through and edited out some celebrity/historical real person references, but otherwise it remains as originally written.
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"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 cheerfully.
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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:
• Interactive Help
• Load Games
• Start Play.
‘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… famous names... "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 those old famous folks 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 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.
"Yes! Lara! Just what I want! Fuck her hard! She’s helpless"
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.
"Davie… Give your old Granny a kiss…"
"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!
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