Prologue
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone ot thing. Unfortunately Shia isn't mine and neither is Chas so please excuse me while I throw myself off a bridge.
AN: After I finished Pathway to Hell I felt the sudden urge to write more so I came up with this. You will probably see some similarities between the two but they are in no way related. If you want a spin off from Pathway to Hell them TELL ME! And i'd be happy to do it coz lets face it Gaia rocks! R&R
Slapping on feet hitting hard onto the dark concrete beneath my feet.
My breathing was heavy as I ran struggling to retain the precious oxygen.
I turned my head checking behind me but continued to run.
My long red hair falling in front of my eyes but still I continued regardless.
I wasn't exactly in the best outfit for running but I couldn't help that, not right now anyway. I just had to concentrate on getting out of this mess ALIVE.
I wore a pair of thigh high black boots, a faded denim mini and a black tank top. Again not the best outfit to be running for your life in but it would just have to do.
I reached a small area, enclosed.
Shit. I was trapped, a brick wall on one side and... Something horrible on the other.
I attempted to steady my breathing, regain some sort of composure before I face this nightmare My chest rose and fell as my breathing became sharper I seriously was screwed.
I felt like I was on deathrow, sitting in my prison cell awaiting my cruel fate. Tall dirty looking buildings towered high above my head taunting me.
Shit. How had I let myself get into this god damn situation?
I heard the familiar screech of the demonic creature and it rounded the corner eyes glinting evilly in the dim light.
It came at we with break neck speed... I heard a gun blast then another ear splitting cry.
"This is Constantine, John Constantine asshole"
A man in his late mid thirties stood at the entrance of the alley a sneer on his face.
He wore a black suit, tie and an expensive looking white shirt. He had messy black hair, brown eyes and wore a very tired expression.
He eyed me suspiciously.
"Who are you?" He asked taking out a pack of cigarettes, pulling one casually out and placing it between his lips. He then took out a gold lighter, flicked it open and brought the flame up to meet the end of the tobacco stick.
"No one." I muttered looking around for a way out before I had to answer any more questions.
Of course I knew who he was I had to, everyone involved in the occult, demonology and the like knew who John Constantine was. He was a legend. "You don't look like no one." He said taking a drag of the fag blowing the smoke into the air.
I turned again. I really was stuck unless I pushed him out of the way.
Looked like I didn't have to. Constantine entered further into the small enclosure taking a closer look at me.
"You're not a demon, not an angel... So what are you then?" He asked raising an eyebrow.
I smiled sweetly giving him my best 'wouldn't you like to know' look before running straight passed him.
"Nice to meet you!" He called after me taking one last drag then dropping the spent cigarette on the ground.
That was close. I couldn't let that happen again. I couldn't let them find out... No one could know everything was at stake here... everything.