As he sat there, he could hear the thing's thoughts, vile sordid images. Mind you Gerald gave as good as he got, filling his mind with the laughter of his friends and the voice of that nice lady he didn't know the name of; but who always asked him about his studies.
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Gerald's train of thought was broken by the sound of the disturbed wind-chimes at the shop's door. A tall thin man with a shock of unruly black hair that didn't quite fit with the sharp business suit he was wearing, had just entered the building. On closer inspection Gerald noticed the remains of a lit cigarette in his hand and his dark, shrewd eyes.
"John, I'm glad to see you." David grabbed the man by the hand and shook it enthusiastically. "Just like Ronald Mc Donald aren't I", John answered acidicly. He crossed the room to where Gerald was sitting and stared into his face intently.
"David, why are you wasting my fucking time? The things half out, it'll fade into the abyss in less then half an hour." "That's just it John, the kid managed to perform a self blessing, get in here and use a healing crystal all by himself. I think your also forgetting the fact that someone set a spirit trap with his markers on it, odd don't you think?"
John didn't answer, he just lifted a pentagram pendant from a nearby shelf, turned it upside down and held it against Gerald's head. "No NO", the young man screamed. "Get away from me, STOP IT." He was pummelling John with all his might, then slowly his efforts subsided. His face contorted into a sneer and his pupils faded to a milky iridescence. Growls issued from his mouth which slowly started giving way to guttural deformed speech:
"Constantine. The John Constantine, it's a honour although I think you've got this the wrong way round." Constantine smirked then replied, "Hey I'm curious, how does a big band Ardad demon like you get the living shit kicked out of him by a skinny uninitiated little kid, hell he doesn't even look that healthy." Gerald's mouth trailed a line of spittle and the demon said, "Why don't you mind your own business, see you later I'm out of here."
"Not so fast asshole, you wouldn't me dropping into Papa Midnight's and telling tales of the demon who did the half baked possession and got kicked out with no intervention would ya? Lou ain't big on failure from what I hear. I could tell a different tale though, ham it up a bit and spread stories of my gruelling battle with the terrible spirit who almost got the better of me, your choice."
A doubtful expression crossed Gerald's contorted features. "All I know is that, the kid was spotted traversing the usual spirit traffic, humans and their 'meditating'. You see them sticking their astral noses where their not wanted. Looks like someone took an interest because the management had a half breed rig up a vessel for me to wait in and here I am."
John smiled and simply said, "Cheers." He then moved to Gerald's ear and whispered, "Gerald Kelly, awake." In his own voice Gerald shouted, "In the name of the heavens above and the earth below, get thee gone."
Constantine watched the demon being ripped into hell, then laid a hand on Gerald's shoulder. "Not bad kid, my names John Constantine and I think we need to talk."
I promise the next chapter will be longer let me know what you think please!
