Title: A third chance

Author: frantastic

Rating: 13+ mild swearing and some raging against heaven and all above.

What's it all about Alfie: Constantine takes a walk, has a smoke, complains a bit, and ok this synopsis sucks but the story is better I swear.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hellblazer, Constantine or a boat. Saw the movie once, can't wait till it gets on DVD, so the quote (except the ones I made up) is para phrased.

My very first ff ! Be kind, be critical but juts review, review, review and review!

A third chance

He walked the streets as always alone.

Smoke curled from his fingertips trailing to his mouth. Lips cracked, bloodless greedily sucking down down bitter fumes. None wasted to the sharp air of the night.

He could almost hate the smoke escaping the cigarette he held.

Almost.

These days it was an emotion he didn't feel easily. John Constantine never did anything freely.

He never asked for this curse. Gabriel once said it was a gift but it (she/he?) turned out to be one mind fucked up angel.

Ex-angel.

Got off easily in John's opinion but since when did what he thought be worth a damn up there.

Save a life, saved a soul really, Isabelle was already dead. Normally people would say, nothing could hurt her now.

Wrong.

All of them. Walking around with their little ordinary lives. Drinking themselves stupid, beating each other with their frustration, walking free as a bird

Cause in the end all they/you have to do is get down on your knees and say/pray 'Lord forgive me'.

"Forgive me for all the little shitty things I've down to everyone and let me bask in your glory and love."

Believing it when you say it would help.

" You know; you don't believe".

How many times had he heard that?

So fucking what? Didn't he do his duty, gone beyond the call of duty? So why was he still here walking the dark paths of the streets?

Two minutes of hell and he never wanted to leave earth.

One glimpse of heaven and he wished he was dead again.

John Constantine alone in thoughts.

Why?

A chance to screw up again?

The devil would love that or whatever it was that thing felt akin to love.

Not love.

"Maybe third time lucky," whispered AngelaLinking his arms with hers.

They walked inside, smoke curling from the pavement rolling into the gutter.

Not alone anymore.

FIN!