The Half-Breed

by The Smart Fish Bob

Constantine is confused when he meets a teenage girl seeking his help, that is until he realizes that she isn't human, at all. This girl is half angel and half demon. She could balance the scales, or tip them. She has until her 18th birthday before she succumbs to her demon half, but if she can deem herself worthy, she could be saved.

A girl with brown hair looked up at a ceiling. One of her eyes were golden brown, the other light blue. She sat up in bed, she was scared, terror pulsed through her. This girl was in a mental hospital, the same one Isabelle was in. The girl got out of bed, and left the room, running through the building, until she reached the stairs. She ran down them as fast as she could, but suddenly, she stopped. Something was wrong. The girl clutched her head, mumbling. Tears streamed down her face and she whimpered.

"So help me God," She whispered, then continued down the stairs, stumbling.

Eventually she came out of the building, and she ran, looking for something, anything. She found a dark alleyway, and sat down, clutching her head again.

"Imperial court, governing class, 3rd century, Eastern empire, Christianity, victory over Licinius, born 280s CE…" Her voice trailed away, and she looked up to the sky, "I'm sorry," She screamed as rain poured down on her face. Then, the girl became still, the word she next whispered could barely be heard,

"Constantine." One of the girls eyes had turned green, the other red.

Angela woke up, her eyes were wide, she turned over in her bed, her hand landing on Constantine's chest, she shook him awake.

"Constantine, I think I saw something," Constantine stirred awake, looking over at Angela.

"What was it, Angela?" He murmured.

"I think it was a half-breed,"

"You think?"

"Uh, one of her eyes were red, but the other one, it was green." Constantine sat up.

"Genesis 6:4."

"Nephilim?"

"Yes, half angel half demon."

"In the dream, she said your name,"

"We need to find her. She looked young, around 16."

Dinah had stolen some clothes since her escape from the hospital her adopted parents put her in. She knew she wasn't crazy, she couldn't be. Dinah (Dee-na), it meant judgement. Dinah was judged, she had been by the kids in school, her adopted family, and she guessed her real family too. Maybe there was something wrong with her. But Dinah knew one thing, she had to find Constantine, whoever he was, she knew he could help her.