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Summary: A girl tormented by visions knows Constantine can help her all she has to do is find him and convince him to help. Easier said than done!
Note: The film never happened.
Chapter 1. Hell on Earth
I woke panting deeply distressed.
Constantine, the word echoed in my mind.
I had been having the same dream, the same nightmare over and over for months.
I shakily walked over to the mirror examining my reflection.
Puffy red eyes lined with deep dark bags. My skin was deathly pale.
I just wasn't the person I used to be.
I walked into the shower dropping my cloths and standing in the cool water refreshing my sleeping skin.
It was the same dream I had been having over and over.
Flames. I could feel the heat from the flames that surrounded me. I felt pain like my heart was being ripped out. Then I saw him standing staring at me. He stood tall wearing a black suite staring straight at me. Then I heard it. Constantine. It was a whisper but I heard it clear as day.
Turning the water off I grabbed a towel dressed quickly and headed for work.
I stepped out into a sheet of icy cold rain huge droplets pelting my delicate form.
It didn't take me long to flag down a cab. I got in ready to utter the dreaded words that would take me to the boredom of work but I stop. If I don't find out who this guy is soon I'll go insane. No sleep, I'm not eating, hardly breathing any more. No, not work. Not today.
"The library please"
And we're off. The cab makes its way through LA passing people, other cabs the general LA scene.
I take a shaky breath everything was a chore for me these days.
My life is far from what you would call normal but at one point I could go to sleep without waking up in a cold sweat feeling even more tired than what I had the previous day.
The Cab stopped inches in front of the main door.
I got out into the pouring rain for a second time.
Rows and rows of books greeted my eyes. Where should I start? Hell? I didn't have the faintest idea.
Then I heard it. Constantine. That name. I looked towards two figures standing at the back. A man in a black suite. I started walking towards him. Finally he turned and I saw him. The man from my dream.
He looked right at me pausing for only a second before he walked away as if I had never been there.
"STOP!" I shouted.
He continued towards the door.
"Constantine"
Nothing I ran towards him he didn't stop. A man in a cab jumped out calling for him. He continued on in the rain coughing violently.
I couldn't get to him. "Damn it!" I shouted.
The man next to the cab looked towards me. YES! I thought this was my chance.
"Excuse me"
He looked at me. Pretty good looking but the same sadness in his eyes. The sadness I saw in my own.
"What?" He asked.
"I was wondering if you could tell me where that man lives. Constantine"
He looked at me. Fuck. Why had I just said that? This was LA he wasn't going to tell me jack.
"Hey lady that's none of your business"
I closed my eyes picturing the flames around me and those eyes. His eyes where so sad.
"Please. I need to meet him!" I begged closing my eyes.
No peace. There was no rest for me. These images that had haunted me all my life. People trapped in between this world and the next. Sadness and despair. It was so draining I had no life of my own. I stood swaying slightly my eyes closed, soaked to the bone. Tears ran slowly down my cheeks mingling with the rain. My life had been so tragic. My sister was murdered when we were little. My mother died soon after unable to go on. My father... There was nothing to say about my father. I had loved him and he was all I had left. He started drinking, beating on me. Then I got the visions. My sister and mother in flames. I saw my sister's murderer, I saw bad horrible people and there was nothing I could do. I lived a life of pain and misery. Then one day he was gone. My father had left me alone, plagued with these distraught images.
I gave in on everyone and everything.
The cool clean blades cut into the soft skin of my wrists and darkness overcame me.
I had never imaged hell. I had never thought of it but suddenly I was there. It tore me apart it took every tiny piece of me and... I died over and over in flames and hatred and self loathing. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. I had been dead three minutes but they brought me back. That's when I knew what I saw was real. I saw darker, deeper thing and I knew one day, maybe soon maybe years away, I knew one day I would be returning to that treacherous place.
My eyes snapped open as I felt myself falling. I was brought back to reality by the cab driver I had been talking to moments before. His eyes were concerned. I hadn't seen anyone look concerned for me, not since my mother had died.
"Are you okay"
I shook my head.
"Please I need to speak to Constanine"
He nodded opening the door for me and motioning for me in get inside.
We drove quietly towards the rough side of town. I sad with my eyes closed massaging my temples attempting to release the pressure that had been building due to fatigue. When the cab stopped and the man got out I remained. This was all so strange. What if he didn't know what I was talking about?
Finally the man opened the door and helped me out.
"I'm Chas and his name is John Constantine. Be nice. He's got social issues so don't push him. Okay"
I barley nodded the pressure in my head was ready to explode images ran through my head of a small boy in flames calling towards me unable to reach me.
"John. Someone to see you"
He turned again looking at me only for a moment before turning away.
"What do you want"
"I... I've been having dreams. Dark dreams of flames and pain. I saw you, you can help me. I can't sleep. Look I don't know who you are but I can't do this any more." I said collapsing to the floor.
The pain was at breaking point. My whole body felt on fire, my eyes glazed over and I was there.
"You have to help me." The little boy sobbed.
"I want to go home"
I stared into the little boy's eyes in the middle of a ring of fire.They were so near now the demons that haunted my existence, the demons waiting for my return.
"PLEASE!" He cried.
"I...I can't" I whispered
I sat bolt upright shaking wishing away the new flood of pain that washed over me.
The tears started again, my whole body shook with the sobs as I held my aching head.
"John... I need your help."
