The rain poured down on the green tainted City, a cold rain that felt like daggers on bare skin. Constantine hadn't minded this type of weather, mean, cold and angry as it was and he enjoyed it. The hallow sound of a local band rang in the back ground, the noise played off the rain drops and seemed to hit John's face as if it was not doused enough.
Knocking on the apartment door, there was no clear quick response but within the time he started to head of down the steps the door opened. "Excuse me?" A older Hispanic girl greeted him, she looked familiar but Constantine couldn't his finger on it. "Yes…do you know of a Paige Millar on the property?" The girl nodded quietly. "You won't find her inside if it's raining; this may sound…como say…crazy but climb up the escape ladder." John shrugged nothing had shaken him. The girl waved and closed the door silently while Constantine made his way to the side of the house. Looking up it was a long way to the top with this alley under his feet. Reaching up he jumped and pulled down part of the ladder, rolling up his sleeves and bracing himself up.
As he climbed up he had a steady grip as the whole ladder shook reminding him to be extra careful. His shoes slipped as he scattered up higher and higher till the 7th floor roof, his shoes hit the top of the wet (from rain…not fresh lol) cement area. He glanced and saw her laying in the middle of the roof no form of shelter. "Paige?" he called out in a question. She didn't move, she couldn't be dead could she no….not happening. He walked over to her side, smiling seeing that she was in fact taking in air, he grabbed her arm and shook it so she woke up. Opening her eyes she looked pleasant and peaceful till he eyes found his face then she moved back in not fear but unhappy surprise. "WHAT?" she started to shake; he took off his coat and put it on her back. "We need to talk." She nodded "We have to get down." He had a cocky smile on for some reason "And I thought we were going to have coffee up here."
Mama Mona's café was a friendly stop for both sides of the game and the clear windows would make you dizzy enough to stay. He sat down shaking his head the water from hair hitting Paige's face. Paige raised her hand and a waitress nodded handing up a finger say just a moment. "What is it you want?" he looked down at the zodiac circle under glass on the table, he didn't want to look in her eyes. "I don't think you kill Angela." Paige shook her head, "I could tell you who did it-" the waitress came to side of the table "What do you want Miss?" "I'll have black coffee…" "I'll have tea…" John said still looking down. The waitress nodded and walked away. "If I tell you who I think did it but I would have to tell you my life story." There was a certain feeling of de je vous in this conversation but Constantine wanted to listen. He glanced up "I'm listening." She looked back into the mirror and same about a five year younger Paige dragging her back "OK …I'm ready."
A blind man stood on the center of the boulevard of boradex, with his orange cart it was the only way he could make money as a blind man he had to trust people that they didn't steal from her. People were always busy in L.A. and no one took time, a perfect example would be a working man walking back ward on his cell waving good bye to his wife it was all great until he backed into the cart and it tipped over "gees...what are you blind?" the oranges ran all over and everyone passed bye. No one helped. On the corner a very different Paige was on the corner doing her own job. She was a hooker, and she did have a heart, she ran over to the blind man " it's okay…I'll help you" She scattered on her hands and knees picking up every last orange and placed them back in the cart. She started to walk away and someone grabbed her wrist, it was the blind man. He choked out "Are you Jesus?" in her line of work she had been called many things before but never this and it turned her around.
Constantine swallowed down "you were a hooker?" Paige just nodded.
Closing her eyes Paige lowered herself into the water of her bath tub, because she was fully clothed she sank down quickly and didn't wake up until a nurse named Eva Boradred did. The nurse shook her head and the cycle had began. Every thin the hospital let her go she would get a job, fuck up, chain smoke and drunk herself to suicide. She had no reason to be here and nor did she want one.
"How many times did you try?" Constantine said while rubbing his own wrists. "Too many ..I always figured I was helpless until David came along." Sipping his tea that had arrived minutes before without Paige's noting. "Who?" "David…I loved him so much…Oh my god I would have done anything for him. And I did. John…" She came in closer to Constantine's face. "I killed a man John."
David smiled down at Paige, he had always been taller, he placed his hands on her soldiers. "You can do this…" He pulled away and into his coat dragging out a dagger. Paige started to shake again but she had to, he saved her always and now she had to save him. She held the dagger tightly in her hands and walked into the other room finding an older man in his 30s sitting there smiling waiting for her, it was one of his old "customers." She sat on his lap and came in close to kiss him…their lips came closer and closer... and then he fell back in his seat blood coming out of the corner of his mouth. "Oh fuck!" he looked at her pitifully and she looked back at the dagger, and decided to make this a murder-suicide. Dragger it across her wrist the blood from his mouth reverted back into his mouth, she ripped his shirt open and the wound was closing the more she bleed. He awoke to her placing her finger on his lips. "Not a word and I'll let you live." Then she slammed down on the floor and wake up again…unfortunately.
"So why didn't you bring the girl back on Robin ST…?" Constantine looked puzzled. " I didn't know her so I could betray her in a way." John just shook his head and smiled she is really fucked up he thought quietly. "There's rules to fucking around with Fate.." She drank some coffee "and I can't change mine."
Hey guys I want to quit, I hate the fact that I do this just for fun and people can just sit and make so much fun of it, I write for the pure joy of writing, I love writing like no one's looking and if you don't mind me saying most characters are Mary Sue's or else they wouldn't be interesting enough to read about.
Love&Good bye –Cat.
