Hey. I'm testing the water out here at Fanfiction, I wanted to see what all the hype was about.
This story is nothing special. I just had an idea in my mind and I wanted to post it and see if my style and stuff is ok. I wasn't actually planning on posting it because I'm kind of embarrassed or rather shy about my writing. But I figured what the hell since no one really knows who I am. Lol.
Don't be harsh if you can avoid it. I just want some constructive critisizm so I can improve.
There are no pairings. It might be slightly Mary-Sueish though. I'm trying my hardest to avoid it at all costs though.
Read on and review please!
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My eyes shot open as I coughed up a lungful of water. After a moment of hacking I looked around. It was pitch dark and very unfamiliar.
Where the hell am I? I thought. The last thing I remembered was going to bed, in my bed. The place I was certainly wasn't my bed. The floor felt hard and tiled, and there was a dripping noise echoing throughout the room suggesting tiled walls also.
I wiped my sopping wet hair out of my face and sat up noticing the rest of me was equally wet.
What the hell? What the fuck is going on?
I stared straight ahead, blinded by darkness, and stuck my arms out to feel around for something. All of a sudden a bright light went on from above me. I blinked rapidly as I realized where I was.
Somehow, I was on the floor of the girl's bathroom at my high school, and everything in it was dripping wet. Soggy toilet paper plopped to the ground from the holder.
"Oooouch." I groaned aloud as I stood up. Every inch of me hurt in this numb sort of way. Like I had worked out very hard the day before. I looked down at my watch, which was stuck on 1:55. Shaking it a few times, I held it up to my ear, still nothing.
All of a sudden I got this really strange feeling. Like I wasn't alone. It's hard to describe, it was like just knowing without any reason. Kind of feeling like something bad was there with me and I had to get out. I didn't like that feeling.
I looked around quickly before heading towards the exit of the bathroom. Just as I reached it however, I heard a man's voice and flattened myself against the wall just next to the opening.
"-better be worth it, got me out of bed at fucking two in the morning-"
"-oh shut up john." A woman's voice replied. "Something's going on here-"
"Yea? What?"
"I don't know-"
The man scoffed. "So why couldn't this have waited for a more decent hour?"
"Shh!" They stopped right in front of the bathroom. "In here."
I flattened myself against the wall as best as I could. It was no use though because I found myself face to face with a man, about five inches taller than me, brown eyes, same hair, really creepy demeanor. Oddly enough, he was dressed in a suit. He looked dead tired which lead me to believe that my watch wasn't too far off.
"AH!" I yelped. I tried to push myself past him, but he put a hand on my chest and pushed me back into the wall. "Hello, who are you?"
"I-" I started, as the woman walked in behind him. She was pretty, about my height, brown hair, same eyes. Her look was concerned and I got a good feeling from her. Another one of those strange knowing feelings. I liked her a lot more than the man. Her first impression was better.
"John, be careful with her. She hasn't done anything." She said, pushing his hand away from me.
"-yet." John said looking me evilly in the eye.
Suddenly this word flashed in my mind. "Constantine?" I said aloud.
"What?" John said looking up at me.
"What is a Constantine?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows.
"I'm a Constantine." John said taking a step back and glowering at me. "John Constantine." He smirked a little as if hearing his own name said aloud gave him some sort of egotistical pleasure. He reminded me of my neighbor boy.
"My name is Angela." The woman said. She put a hand on my shoulder and I saw a white flash in front of my eyes. Suddenly everything went dark again except for a pair of glowing red eyes, hovering not too far off, a little higher up than myself.
I heard someone shriek and the lights came on again.
John was hovered over Angela who was laying on the ground. I, myself, was on the floor with my back straight up against the wall.
"We have to leave here, now!" Angela said, sitting up.
"What the hell was that?" John said throwing an angry glare at me.
I wasn't paying too much attention though, because there was something out side, something bad. I just knew it. The knowing thing was beginning to freak me out a little, but at the moment it was the second thing on my mind.
"What is it? What did you see?"
"Demons." Angela said getting to her feet.
I started for the bathroom opening, but John grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back behind him. "Why don't you let me go first."
He pulled a very old lighter out of his pocket and started flipping it open and closed.
"Lights out…" Angela said warningly. The lights flickered for a second before going out. I looked at Angela with a quizzical face. She looked back at me and smiled knowingly. The image of the front entrance to the school popped into my head. Angela nodded and looked back at John who also nodded.
What the hell was that? I asked myself.
John poked his head out of the bathroom and quickly pulled it back in. He flipped the lighter closed one last time and said quietly, "Alright, time to run."
I stood there as Angela and John took off. I wanted to run, but then again, I really didn't. Logic was taking over my intuition. Who were these people? Why should I trust them? What if they are the reason I am standing here soaking wet, in my high school bathroom in the middle of summer?
All of a sudden John re-appeared, grabbed my arm roughly, and pulled me out the entry. "That means you too."
John and I ran down the hallway as fast as we could, I tried my best to keep up with him, but he was really fast. "What's going on?" I yelled.
Up ahead of us, Angela turned around to make sure we were still following. Her face kind of screwed up a little in surprise and she started to run faster.
I heard an odd scampering behind us and as I went to turn around to see what it was, john jerked my arm and yelled, "Keep up!"
We reached the entrance doors to find Angela pounding on them very hard. "They wont open." She said, turning around looking very panicked.
"Fuck." John said, trying himself to open them.
"Wait-I have an idea." Angela said closing her eyes and standing in front of the doors.
I turned around and tried to look at what was chasing us again. "NO!" John yelled, grabbing my shoulders and setting me straight. "You can't look at them!"
"Look at what?" I asked, my curiosity growing.
"Forget it then. You don't want to listen? Fine. Turn around, look at them, see what happens." He replied turning back to face Angela.
Suddenly I lost interest in what was back there.
I looked at Angela who had a look of extreme concentration on her face. Her hands were open, faced towards the doors, which were shaking slightly. "I can't-" she said, out of breath, "I can't do it."
"Well, we need to think of something relatively quick here folks." John said.
The scuttling sounded closer, way to close for my comfort.
"Wait-"Angela stared, her eyes resting on me. "I have an idea, Josephinea, come here."
I blinked for a moment wondering how she knew my name, but there wasn't time for questions. I reached out for her outstretched arm. She turned towards the door and all of a sudden I felt this drained feeling. Like I hadn't slept in years. It felt as though the life were being sucked out of me.
The last thing I remember was hearing shattering glass before everything went dark.
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