Chapter4.
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The Morning After
He turned on his side. He opened his eyes. He had been quite satisfied. He turned on his other side. He sat up. What the--?
This had not happened. NO ONE did this to HIM. HE was NOT the one who got used. No body used Mammon.
Who, exactly, does John Constantine think he is?
Mammon went into the bathroom and looked up at his own reflection… he was disgusted. He had bite marks, bruises, cuts… He had been tied up, tied down, blindfolded… He had let Constantine pull out a razor and make an erotic play-thing out of him… And to make it all worse Mammon had wanted it. Not once had his reply been "No". He had wanted his counterpart to taste him; to devour him like some foreign delicacy. When he heard moans to pleasure or pain leave John's lips he'd wanted it more. He'd wanted to be scarred, he'd wanted this skin, the perfect olive flesh that covered his body to be first marred by John Constantine…
Oh, yeah, and the sex was good, too.
Alright, so Johnny did feel a little bit guilty about leaving a very sleeping, very naked Mammon all alone in the morning, but life couldn't stop simply because there'd been a sexual revolution the night before. There were still the multiple tasks of helping the innocent, exorcizing the evil, and paying his rent at hand.
"John? Jooooo-oooohn!"
"What, Chas?"
"We're here, John. I thought maybe you'd gone deaf, man." Chas had waited a full 3 minutes before calling John's name and 4 "John"s later he stillhadn't replied.
Constantine looked over at the building. Red brick, middle-class, most likely the patient would be some teenaged girl who'd been experimenting with incantations in books she knew nothing about. Yay…
"Chas."
"Yeah?"
"Stay. In. The. Cab."
"Hello." A middle-aged couple came to answer the door. The woman seemed especially concerned.
"Hello, I'm John Constantine."
"Oh, thank god. Michael, this is the man who's going to help us with Jamie." The woman turned and said to the graying man, whointroduced himself as Michael Green while he shook John's hand and introduced his wife, Eva.
Then began all the questions…
"What's wrong with Jaime?"
"Why?"
"How?"
The thing people never thought of was how John was the one who should be asking the questions. He needed to know what had been going on? For how long? Any signs prior? The Greens were more than willing to help.
"How old is Jaime?"
"Seventeen."
Alright, time to go to work…
Eva showed Constantine to Jaime's room.
"Please, please Mr. Constantine, help my son…" her eyes began to well up.
"—wait, your son?"
"Well, yes," she became very alarmed, "James Leo Green."
James?
"Please, please help him." Eva repeated before going back into the living room.
The door creaked open and Constantine met Jaime.
Seventeen years old, the kid was tied down to his bed and gagged. His parents must have been so afraid of the endless chanting which came with these cases. His dark green eyes were blood shot, and his olive colored skin wasdamp. He was sweating profusely. Then there was the blonde hair...
Fuck…
John lost the jacket he wore and rolled up his sleeves. He quickly tackled the bed and grabbed the boy by his pretty yellow locks.
"Listen, you want to be untied?" The question was answered by only muffled howls.
He undid the knotted cloth which gagged the kid. "I asked you a question!"
All he got in return was hissing noises and Latin ramblings. Typical.
This kid was someone's sick idea of a sign.
"This is Constantine, asshole… John Constantine…"
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