It's been a week since the hospital visit.
"Are you sure about this, Larry? What if we get caught?" Sal whispered, biting down hard on his lip.
"I'm sure. You wanna get better, right? This is our best bet. We go quick, we go quiet." Larry replied, kissing his boyfriends exposed cheek before climbing in through the window.
"Fuck me..." Sal sighed, following close behind. They tumbled inside together, letting out a breath of relief as they heard soft snores coming from the bedroom. "She's asleep... alright. You ready for this?" Sal asked before nudging Larry.
"Yup." Larry replied.
"Alright... bubs? Are you here? We really need you... I know I've only seen you in my visions, but some help in the real world would be appreciated!" Sal whisper-shouted. The floor glowed red and a figure made of shadows rose from it, before taking the shape of a goat man.
"Why did you summon me in this horrible place?" Beelzebub asked.
"We need help, bubs. The woman that sleeps in that room is pure evil, but we need something from this house. Could you maybe... keep watch? We can communicate through our minds since we have in my dreams, I just need to make sure she stays asleep." Sal said, standing fully up to face the goat man. Larry was practically shitting bricks.
"Hmm... Alright. I'm only helping you because if you continue the way you are, things will turn out alright. Just promise me," he turned to Larry, "you'll finish what he started." Larry stopped for a moment before nodding.
"Yeah... yeah of course." Bubs sighed before disappearing back into the floor, and reappearing next to the old woman's bedroom door. The two were inside the house of a powerful cultist, one they had been tracking since before Sal was shot.
Larry entered the kitchen, and Sal the bathroom.
"This isn't smart, kid. This woman is dangerous." Beelzebub voice echoed in Sal's head. Sal sighed and silently agreed. The teens dug around for a bit before Larry quietly shouted.
"Found it!" Larry said in nothing more than a whisper. Sal rushed out and over to Larry.
"You did? Let me see!" Sal whispered back, walking over to Larry. The brunette opened his closed hand to reveal a small red crystal in the palm of his hand. "That looks like it. Good find." Sal smiled, holding a piece of paper close to Larry's hand to compare what they were looking for to what they found.
"Great, now lets go." Larry stated, grabbing Sal's hand.
"A darkness stirs in this home. Walls wait in silence, watching every move." Beelzebub growled out as Sal and Larry left the home.
...
"Jesus... how the hell are we supposed to do this without using... ugh... nope." Sal shivered.
"Do you what to get better, or not? They literally injected you with black magic, what more could go wrong?" Larry growled out.
"Think. We think they injected me with black magic. We don't know. All we know is I got sick after the hospital visit." Sal replied.
"For fucks sake, Sal! We got the book from the cult, we read the text in the book, we know what's wrong! What they did!" Larry shouted, standing up. He grabbed the book and tossed it to Sal.
"Fucking hell... I know, Larry! I know! Death this death that! It's damned did you do, damned if you don't! Blood magic is dangerous, it could kill me even before whatever the fuck they injected me with does!" Sal shouted back. Larry broke, and tears welled in his eyes.
"We-We have to try... I can't lose you!" Larry yelled, pulling at his hair lightly. Sal grabbed his shoulders gently and pulled him into a hug. Sal rubbed circles into his back then petted his hair. Larry sobbed into his shirt, mumbling about how much he'd hate himself if he lost Sal.
"Shhh... it's ok... it's alright... I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere... I love you, ok?" Sal smiled, kissing the top of Larry's head.
"I love you too..." Larry sniffled.
A/N
In honor of 100 plus readers, I played "Memories And Dreams" (Sally face theme) on piano. Sadly, I realized too late that I couldn't take it from my camera roll and post it. Whoops.So now I'm sad. Oh well 🤷🏻♀️
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