Part 3 - What a Psycho





An old mansion, in the middle of nowhere surrounded by a lake, a small bridge leaded to the huge front door of the old but beautyfull mansion.

small angelic faces proudly looked down, they where cut out of white gold.

the front door was carved out of gold.

On the inside in one of the giant rooms there where two rabbits.

One of them was standing in front of a window, holding a glass of wodka in one hand and a big cigar in the other hand, the other one was sitting down in front of the fireplace, also smoking a cigar. His name was john DeMarco, archeologist.

The other one standing in front of the window was Jack Cole, Tombraider and the owner of this mansion. He took a nip of his wodka and his eyes where focused on the small golden icon that was standing on the coffee table in front of John. An old record was playing on the gramaphone, classical.. Chopin, Jack once digged this up in the desert of Grande Carrone. It is said that this record comes from another world, that is why this is one of the most valuable items in this solar system. Jack took a puff of his cigar and took place on the chair that stood at the other end of the coffee table. He still didnt say much and looked into the flames. John finished his Wodka and stood up to get another one.

"40.000 Carrotians you said.. ill give you 35.000." Jack said, he seemed to get a bit angry, gulped his Wodka down and slammed the glass on the table.

"40.000 and no less, i already took 2.500 off of the prize." Then he looked at Jack and he saw his angry face, that showed him he wasnt to pleased with this.

"Come on Jack, think about the old days, We have been bussiness partners for so long, 40.000 for such a beautyfull icon, its almost for free."

Jack thought back about the old days, him, John and his friend Louie who was now in Carrotus prison. Back on Diamondus during the great diamondian raid. Where only the strongest surrvived.

"Louie would have killed you if you offered him the icon for a prize higher then 20.000." Jack said while sinking back in his seat. "By the way, pour me another Wodka to".

"But the fact is.. Your not Brandon, he is in Carrotian prison now, and he isnt about to get out of there soon, and yes he would have killed me, people dont call him the Slayer for no reason." John grinned while thinking of the Slayer of the Diamondian raid.

"You know what people used to call me John?" Jack said while John stretched out to hand the wodka over to him. "They called me Psycho."

With one fast single move Jack grabbed his arm and pulled at it.

John lost his balance and fell to the ground, he left out a few screams.

"You can scream as loud as you want John, there is noone around here.. Thats why me and Brandon, or Slayer as you call him have chosen to live here".

Psycho said with hate in his voice.

"Oh my god.. You and him are a team?"

"Yes, we are, a team of cold blooded Tomb raiders" Jack broke his arm and walked to a big wooden cabin, he unlocked it and took an ancient six-shooter out. "That record isnt the only thing we found thats not from this world."

He blew the dust of his old six shooter and loaded it with some bullets that he had hidden in a secret compartment of the gun cabinet.

"Listen to this sound John." Jack said while John was laying on the floor, in tears of pain over his broken arm, when he saw the gun his stare went blank.

"Its a good thing you didnt pass out, i love to see the terror in people's eyes.

'bang', 'bang'. Two shots trough John troath and he fell back. laying there in a puddle of blood just then the doorbell rang.

"Hmmm, who could that be, whoever he is, he's spoiling all the fun."

Jack cleaned the bloodstains of his clothes with his hands and walked to the front door. He opened with a big, friendly smile and saw his friend Louie.

"Yeah?". The person that stood in front of the door rubbed trough his eyes and the color changed from blue to orange.

"Louie, oh my god i almost didnt recognize you."