Corporate Contract
"Let's get this over with," Jake said, with a shrug. "You win. Take his soul, I don't care. Just put me back in my body when this is all over."
"Wait, what? What do you mean 'take my soul'?" Connor asked, looking nervously between Lucas and Jake.
"You said so yourself that you would do anything to end this current situation," Lucas said, with a smile. "And, yes, the body switching does complicate the paperwork... but you said yes, the body you are inhabiting had already fulfilled a verbal contract, and the body you used to inhabit agrees to the deal. That's an open and close case in my book."
"But that's... you... I don't... Jake, tell me he's kidding. Is that really what this whole mess is about? You're in league with him just to get my soul."
"Well, kinda," Jake replied, scratching the back of his neck.
"I'm actually taking your soul instead of his," Lucas said with a smile. He walked over to Connor and shoved the jar into his chest. "He struck a last minute deal, and I accepted."
"You damned me to Hell just to save your own soul!?" Connor yelled.
Jake shrugged his shoulders. "Welcome to the real world, kid," he said, avoiding eye contact.
"That's your reply? The world is corrupt so that's your excuse to be corrupt too? I cannot believe you! How can you possibly be this horrible of a person!?" Connor probably would have continued his tirade, but Lucas knocked him unconscious.
"That's enough of that," Lucas said, dusting off his hands. He pulled the jar away, and sealed it with the lid. "As agreed, I'll restore your body." Once again, Jake passed out the moment Lucas touched his forehead.
When he awoke, he found himself sitting on the living room sofa, with his glass of scotch in his hands. On the table in front of him was a simple note.
Thanks for the assist. Your soul will be mine yet, tainted one. See you when you die.
-Lucas Flint
"Wait, what? What do you mean 'take my soul'?" Connor asked, looking nervously between Lucas and Jake.
"You said so yourself that you would do anything to end this current situation," Lucas said, with a smile. "And, yes, the body switching does complicate the paperwork... but you said yes, the body you are inhabiting had already fulfilled a verbal contract, and the body you used to inhabit agrees to the deal. That's an open and close case in my book."
"But that's... you... I don't... Jake, tell me he's kidding. Is that really what this whole mess is about? You're in league with him just to get my soul."
"Well, kinda," Jake replied, scratching the back of his neck.
"I'm actually taking your soul instead of his," Lucas said with a smile. He walked over to Connor and shoved the jar into his chest. "He struck a last minute deal, and I accepted."
"You damned me to Hell just to save your own soul!?" Connor yelled.
Jake shrugged his shoulders. "Welcome to the real world, kid," he said, avoiding eye contact.
"That's your reply? The world is corrupt so that's your excuse to be corrupt too? I cannot believe you! How can you possibly be this horrible of a person!?" Connor probably would have continued his tirade, but Lucas knocked him unconscious.
"That's enough of that," Lucas said, dusting off his hands. He pulled the jar away, and sealed it with the lid. "As agreed, I'll restore your body." Once again, Jake passed out the moment Lucas touched his forehead.
When he awoke, he found himself sitting on the living room sofa, with his glass of scotch in his hands. On the table in front of him was a simple note.
Thanks for the assist. Your soul will be mine yet, tainted one. See you when you die.
-Lucas Flint
