The freedom was like a rush of oxygen, enriching yet overwhelming. His thoughts were once again his own and now they were centered on this man, John Constantine.
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Gerald pushed John's hand from his shoulder. "You were feeding it. You were helping it take over my mind." John looked at Gerald with obvious scorn and said, "How stupid are you? I wanted answers even if you didn't." John pulled a cigarette from a packet and lit it before continuing, "You were gonna blast it away before we got anything from it." Gerald looked abashed, he raised his eyes and said, "You don't know what it's like, hearing its voice telling you you're sick and twisted. It was showing me things, things I want. I shouldn't want them but I do. Is that why the demon came, because I'm wrong as a person?
David stepped over to Gerald "What were you going to say, before I called Constantine? Maybe it's important, we need to know." Gerald looking frightened, stammered, "N-no not yet." David smiled at him and replied, "It's alright. I think you need some cheering up; it will restore your spirits. John, is Chas outside?" John was puffing on the cigarette, seemingly oblivious to both of them.
He answered David without looking at him, "In the cab."
David walked of the shop, leaving Gerald staring with mingled suspicion and curiosity at Constantine. "You'll catch flies kid, any good at deporting them?" asked Constantine. Gerald turned away with a look of disgust. John shrugged, flicking ash of the cigarette he was finishing.
Gerald groped in his pocket for the packet of caffeine pills. He felt completely drained and needed an energy boost, badly. Addiction was about the only thing he had in common with this, Constantine, John Constantine. A man who in his opinion was an arrogant psychopath, with all the charm of that demon he had been getting so cosy with. He broke the last five tablets out of their bubbles on the plastic sheet and swallowed them all.
David walked back in and gave Gerald a sympathetic smile. "Why don't you go and talk with Chas, he's outside in the taxi cab."
"Who's Chas", asked Gerald looking fatigued with the whole situation. He just wanted to go home and sleep, the caffeine pills seemed to be refusing to do their job.
"My assistant", said Constantine, removing another cigarette from the packet he was holding.
"I thought my life was hard. The poor sod must have built up seriously bad karma to be landed with that." Gerald then got up and walked out the door, glad to be escaping Constantine's smoke and surly manner.
