I forgot in the first one but I do not own Constantine. Darn: \ (tear) The italicized words are John's thoughts. I'm kind of suffering from a writer's block and this is the best I could come up with.
Chapter 2: stranger inside
I knew I shouldn't have offered to walk her home. Now I'm going to get ass chewed out and a wonderful lecture on 'responsibility'. Pant pant "Mom, I'm home. I know I'm late so don't say anything." John said taking a long drag of his fresh cigarette. "Mom, hey where are you? Are you even here or am I talking to myself." Smooth John, talking to yourself. Nice, real nice.
"Yes indeed" John looked around franticly, "Who said that?" trying to find the person who wasn't his mother and in his house. He looked every where under couches, in cupboards, in closets, every where but only to find nothing. "What are you looking for?" the voice asked.
"Where the shit are you hiding? Get the hell out of my house!" asked a frustrated John.
"I can't leave, and I don't consider myself hiding thank you very much." said the voice.
"Yes, you can leave, and you will leave, before I get pissed!" John howled while puffing on the cigarette.
"If I'm not mistaken, I would say you are already 'pissed'." the voice said sarcastically.
"Shut up damn it!" Why won't this dude just leave?
"If you want me to leave so bad than I will, but I will be back⦠I need you Constantine."
"How did you? Nevermind just leave!" Screamed John. An awkward silence fell in the room as John lit another cigarette and awaited another smart remark. "Hey are you still here? I didn't hear the door shut." No one answered to John's surprise. Looking over the house again, just to make sure that bastard left. Now at ease John started to get comfy on the soft red couch with his half-gone cigarette. He put his c.d. player on track 5 dozing off to the rhythmic sounds of seether. I wonder where the hell mom went...she'll be back. He thought in that terminator voice.
John's dream, his POVWhat happened? I thought I was at the house?What's that sound, it sounds like a girl but it's bearly audible. The voice sounds like it's moving towards me. I can make out the words now. "Constantine help me, I need help"
My name is John by the way. While you need help, I need a cigarette.
"Please help, I need your help."
We already established that you need help. So now you can tell me why you need help.
"Help me now!"
I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong.
"Now! Help me now!"
Damn it, just shut up, quit yelling at me and tell me what's wrong!
"I can't tell you."
Why can't you tell me?
"Because he's watching, he knows you..."
What are you talking about? I don't understand who he is?
"The time will come, until then be careful John, you need to wake up now."
Wait don't go, I still don't understand what you are talking about.
"Bye John Constantine."
End of dream normal POV John swung his legs over the side of the couch, running his fingers through his smooth, silky hair trying to find his cigarettes. "What the hell just happened, was all that a dream? What tine is it?" He walked over to the dark kitchen to find his lighter. Looking on the microwave clock to see that it was 3 in the morning and his lighter wasn't there. "Shit, now I remember where'd I put it." He said wearily.He ran back over to the couch, saying every swear word he could think of as he scavenged around in the cushions. "Aha! Hell yes, I'm good." John said while taking a long drag off his cigarette. Looking for his c.d. player he felt someone sit next to him. He could only see their outline thanks to the little red glow off the cigarette. He could feel them reach onto the table in front of the couch and snag a cigarette. "Hey smart ass, can you give me a lite?"
"O mom it's only you, here." John said sarcastically
"I though I told you not to smoke anymore?" his mom asked
"Yea yea, whatever hypocrite." he said under his breath.
"What was that?"
"When did you get home?" John asked trying to change the subject.
"A little while ago. Nevermind that, you should go to bed." She suggested.
"I will after I finish this."
"Ooh, Responsibility. How mature of you."
"Ah so it was you all along wasn't it mom!" John emphasized.
"What are you talking about John?"
"Don't play dumb with me we're the only ones in the room, I know it was you!" Try to pull a fast one by changing her voice, ha.
"John settle down I honestly have no idea what you're talking about."
"But if you didn't say it you must have heard it, right?" John asked a little puzzled.
"Why would she pull a fast one John?" he asked "I'm back John, sorry it's so soon but I need you tonight!" John could feel the fear running up and down his spine. It felt as if he was falling into an abyss of darkness, every thing faded to black. His mother's voice was all he could hear.
"John what's wrong? John. John!"
