AN: OK I'm really sorry it took me this long to update! I had this written since Italy but just couldn't be bothered writing it up! I've been doing so many one shot, Chastine and god knows what else plus I've decided to do a sequel to pathway to hell as well! God! OK well I KNOW for sure where I'm going with this and I already have the ending written so not long now! Yay! OK on with the story!
It was raining yet again.
John Constantine was making his way towards the library he almost always visited everyday.
Cigarette poised between his lips, scowl on his face. Everything had got just that little bit more confusing.
Balthazar was up his own ass sharing information and now John wanted to know the truth. What did he mean about Faith being the one to save him? That kid was one fucked up mess, her head was all over the place she didn't know what she wanted anymore.
The grey building came into view causing the man to take even longer drags of the fag.
"She better tell me what the hell's going on..." John muttered to himself grounding the spent fag beneath his feet.
His foot steps echoed throughout the large hall making his presence known to the occupants.
"John, how nice to see you"
"Gabriel." He said walking closer to the figure.
"What brings you here so late"
"You know what half-breed"
"John I'm not a mind reader"
"Really? Could have fooled me"
The half-breed smiled fanning her wings out behind herself.
"No, that would be Michael"
John nodded not really caring, he was tired and REALLY needed a drink.
"What's going on Gabriel"
"Going on with what?" She asked innocently.
"Don't fuck with me!" John said angrily raising his voice.
"John I really don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about"
"I know Gabriel. I know Faith has to save me... So now that you've failed what are you going to do? Give up on me"
"John you have no idea what you're talking about"
"Yes, I goddamn do! I was TOLD Gabriel, I KNOW so just cut the crap and tell me what the fuck is going on"
Gabriel's face hardened.
"Stupid girl! Why couldn't she keep her big mouth shut"
"Actually, it wasn't her it was Balthazar"
"Balthazar?" Gabriel asked cocking her eyebrow.
"Just how many people know of this SECRET mission"
"You fucked up Gabe." John replied fumbling through his pant pockets.
He found what he was looking for put it in his mouth then brought a flame up to light it.
"Well, John looks like you're going to have to save yourself." Gabriel said coolly whilst turning to leave.
"Yeah yeah. I've heard this before Gabriel I know the drill I've..." John started however he was interrupted by a chain of uncontrollable coughs which shook his entire body.
He grabbed hopelessly at the wall, trying and failing to steady himself.
"Sounds like your times running out John"
The coughing finally subsided but by this time he was crouched on the floor, his hand slicked with crimson blood.
He breathed in deeply trying to get as much oxygen into his lungs as possible.
"What do you mean?" He asked but when he looked up the half-breed was already gone.
"Ain't that just peachy." John mumbled pulling himself to his feet.
It was dark in the room. Light from the street lamps bellow hardly even penetrated the dusty windows.
My whole body ached from the pain Balthazar had previously inflicted on my already sore body but I was home.
I was home and I was gonna be okay.
I was halfway through a bottle of vodka before the tears came.
That bastard had raped me and I'd let him get away with it.
How could I be so weak?
Another swig.
How can I just sit here while he laughs at me?
Another swig.
Why did I go near him in the first place?
A bigger swig.
Why am I still sitting here?
Empty.
That's it. That bastard is dead.
I'll make him pay, stupid fucking half-breed!
I rose unsteadily to my feet making my way into the tiny kitchen.
I began rummaging through the few drawers looking for the one thing I knew would help.
Ever since my parents had thrown me out all those years ago I knew exactly what I had to do... Survive and in order to survive Balthazar had to go. It doesn't matter anymore, I've found what I'm looking for.
I tuck it carefully into my pants making my way hastily out the door.
Balthazar WILL pay.
I can feel the cold metal with every step, reminding me of the task at hand.
I won't be able to do it.
Balthazar's a half-breed and a powerful one at that.
I remember the first time I saw him kill someone, well influence them into killing themselves.
Flashback It was freezing.
The sky was crystal clear but there was a biting cold. It wasn't windy just incredibly, mind numbingly cold.
Balthazar had told me not to follow him but curiosity got the better of me.
We were on the roof of some random hotel a young woman stood shaking on the edge, tears streaming down her reddened face.
Balthazar was beside her, mouth slowly muttering millimetres from her ear.
With every syllable his lips formed her sobs grew more and more intense, her whole body beginning to shake... What was he saying to her?
I took a couple steps forward never taking my eyes from the two figures before me.
It was over so quickly the woman let out an otherworldly sob then took her final step over the edge disappearing in an ear-splitting scream.
She had jumped.
She had jumped and I hadn't done a single thing to stop her, to prevent Balthazar from saying those terrible things he had uttered to the frenzied woman.
End Flashback
Balthazar influenced to kill and I influenced to save?
Who was I kidding there was no way I could prevent John-asshole-Constantine from going to hell.
He was damned.
He was damned from the second he was born into this trenched world.
He was born with the sight just like me and THAT could never have helped him.
Lucifer didn't just want John Constantine he NEEDED him.
He had made it his mission to do everything in his power to receive John's soul and that's exactly what he would have done. What he WILL do.
John is going to hell and there's nothing I or anyone else can do to save him.
I didn't care I had reached my destination.
I didn't even bother knocking, I knew it would be open.
"I was expecting you." He said smugly from the sofa.
My mouth wouldn't move... my lips wouldn't form the words I was dying to say.
"Well, if you're going to kill me Faith darling go ahead and do it"
My mouth literally dropped. He was UNBELIEVABLE I couldn't stand him.
My hand reached down gripping the hard plastic handle as I revealed my weapon.
"A knife? How very original." He smirked.
I lunged heading straight for his chest, knife in front of my body.
He grabbed my arm, twisted me around and before I could blink he had the knife to my throat.
"Well well well looks like the tables have turned! You should know better Faith"
"You bastard!" I spat twisting in an attempt to free myself.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Pushing the knife deeper into my tender flesh.
"Go on then. Kill me. DO IT! You know you want to! Put me out of my goddamn fucking misery you asshole"
"You'd like that wouldn't you, you'd like the pain of death to wash over you before you go straight to hell"
"SHUT UP"
"Why don't you make me Faith"
"How immature! What are you six?" I screamed struggling harder.
"Oh you like it rough don't you, you little whore"
"Fuck you"
"Oh believe me you will"
"Don't be so sure of yourself there Bee." I said stopping my struggle.
Instead I grabbed onto his hands pushing the knife deeper into my neck.
"Not yet." Balthazar said removing the pressure with ease.
He's too strong there's no way I can overpower him... I might as well make this as painless as possible.
"If you're going to fuck me, fuck me already." I said gritting my teeth.
"With pleasure." He replied courteously releasing me from his strong grip.