Disclaimer: John Constantine and Midnite aren't mine, so pweeze don't sue me! Jave, Jaegon, Michael and the Underworld stuff in mine for the most part! Mine I tell you!...

Chapter 5: Crossing

Michael watched John pull gold and cross engraved weapons from a locked cabinet he kept in his bedroom. Angela decided to leave, not wanting to stay if she wasn't wanted. John wouldn't grieve over Blair being gone nor would he let her join him and Michael. What more was she to do than try to drown herself in work?

Michael picked up a rather long silver dagger, inspecting it. "Why so many knives? It's like you torture cats."

Constantine only glared, a memory of what he once did to a cat coming into his mind. "Different rituals. Besides, that one's special. Look the hilt."

Michael raised an eyebrow and saw a small button on the bottom. He glanced at John and pressed it, two blades falling from the top part of the main one, creating a cross bladed dagger. "Well that's different," the half-angel said with an amused smile.

A small smile came onto Constantine's face. "Midnite does my weapons now…" He sighed, remembering a good friend of his, Beeman.

"What else do you have?" Michael asked.

John handed the half-angel his golden crossed rifle and pulled out a golden tube. Michael took it and watched John quickly twist the tube into place. "It becomes a shot gun from that if need be." Constantine then flicked something up on the gun, a scope appearing. "I can add a smaller piece to turn the whole thing into a huge silencer, but I've never used the silencer bit."

The archangel put his face behind the scope, smiling, aiming it at John. Constantine quickly pushed the gun from his face. "Don't do that."

Michael chuckled. "No worries John. That's a nice little piece. You can shoot from afar." John glared, not sure about the no worries bit. A knock came from the door as John pocketed two daggers, one of them being the triple bladed one.

Michael headed to the door, putting his hand to it. He closed his eyes for a moment. "It's Jave and Jaegon."

Constantine nodded. "Yeah."

The half-angel opened the door, two half-bred angels standing there, looking identical except for their hair. John had to stop his mouth from dropping. He thought that Jave and Jagon would be men, but they turned out quite the opposite. And there he was once upon a time, asking Angela not to go.

"Michael." One of the angels said with a smile. She handed him a white shirt, then leaned against the door frame with the door still open.

"Thank you Jave." He said, quickly pulling it over his bare chest. John had to quickly note that the twin with the whitish blonde long hair was Jave. The other's hair was a dirty blonde color and was in a lengthy ponytail.

The other unspoken angel looked at John. "The infamous John Constantine." She whispered, and then spoke louder. "I'm Jaegon, a pleasure to meet you." She held out a pale hand. Hesitantly, John took it and felt a quick jolt go through him. Jaegon gasped, having to close her eyes for a moment. Constantine could have sworn he saw the white fire flash into her green eyes before they closed. "I hate it when that happens." John frowned.

"What'd you see?" Jave asked.

"His past is dark." Jaegon answered, rubbing her arms, her body shuddering. John looked even more perplexed, suspicious of how she knew that from just a touch.

"Jaegon has the power of premonition and to see your past, but she can't do it at will." Michael answered.

Jaegon glared. "Premonitions cannot be planned. The Lord lets me see what I need to."

John pointed at Jave. "And you can?..."

She smiled. "I don't have a 'special' power, but my combat skills and speed make up for it."

"Can you do anything besides put me in danger?" John asked Michael.

The archangel slightly smiled. "I can look into your mind and find what I seek." John just looked at the archangel. Had he done that to him? "No, I haven't John." Constantine's eyes widened just a bit. "There are a few times where your thoughts become words to me, but most of time, I need to touch the person and do what I need to."

Calming down, Jaegon asked, "When are we leaving?"

"When I arrive," said a voice that carried down the hallway. No one had even sensed his presence. Everyone turned their head, eyeing Midnite carrying a rather large suitcase. He wore a dark brown suit with a gold yellow collared shirt peeking from underneath its coat. The witchdoctor always had a bold sense of fashion.

He stepped though the door and greeted the half-angels and he gave John a nod. "I have a new weapon for you. I don't know if you'll like it, but it's one I found and would like to try."

John raised his eyebrows as Midnite opened the suitcase, pulling a dark wooded crossbow from it. "Where did you find that!" Jaegon asked. Midnite smiled.

"I have many things from many years of collecting." He answered, handing the weapon to John. Constantine noticed the top wooded bit of the cross bow was of course in the shape of a cross.

"I'll have to keep reloading on arrows." John muttered, examining the thing.

Midnite shook his head and showed John a rotating device at the bottom of the cross bow. "I modified it a bit. It holds up to 20 arrows and much like your magazine clip, you can have one for arrows." The witchdoctor said pulling a long cylinder from the suitcase.

"I want one of those!" Jaegon whispered.

Michael shook his head. "You'd surely shoot someone."

The half-angel glared. "I'd make sure to get you first then."

That made Michael chuckle. "You can try."

Just as Jaegon was going to respond, Jave interrupted. "Stop it, both of you."

"Kill joy." Michael coughed.

Jaegon laughed and Jave only ignored him. She considered her sister and Michael immature, or at least Michael acted that way when Jaegon was around.

After Midnite showed John how to use the cross bow, he spewed water onto the kitchen floor. Constantine made sure the crossbow was securely strapped to his back, and he had a good grip on his holy gun, standing in the water with Midnite. The two needed water to cross planes.

Michael stood there in between Jave and Jaegon. "Ready?" He asked John and Midnite.

"As ready as I'll ever be." Midnite answered with a gleam in his eyes. This was the first time in years that he'd seriously get to battle demons again. Michael smiled and closed his eyes with the other two angels doing the same. The twins placed their hands on his shoulders.

With Michael being an archangel, he had more power. He began muttering words of another language, John already feeling a cool chill running down his body. This was a different experience than what he usually had. With Michael's words getting faster, a stab of pain filled every part of Constantine. He felt like he was being ripped from his body.

Just as John wanted to scream from the rupturing pain, a stench quickly entered his nostrils. It was so strong he felt he'd choke on it. When John opened his eyes, he was slammed onto the icy cold ground, rocks stabbing his arms. Midnite gasped on the ground next to him, a look of shock on his face.

"Shit," coughed John as he tried to cover his nose from the awful smell. It seemed to be sulfur, but it had to be worse. It smelled of forever rotting flesh. He slowly got to his face, scanning the area. The place looked so empty, jagged edged rocks stuck from the ground, there barely being a smooth surface anywhere. The sky was dark gray, a cool flow of wind whipping around in every direction.

Constantine looked at Midnite as the witchdoctor got to his feet. "The Underworld." Midnite whispered.

"Yeah." John sighed.

Crunches could be heard behind the witchdoctor and exorcist. John spun around, his holy gun aimed. Michael and the twin angels stopped in their tracks. "Sorry, we should have said something." The archangel muttered. Constantine noticed the arrows cylinder pack was strapped to Michael's back and Jaegon was now carrying a bow.

Jaegon's and Jave's eyes scanned around them all. "We've never been here." Jave said.

"This is not a place for a regular angel to be sent." Midnite answered. "Only an archangel of God should visit this place and that should only be with the permission of Irkalla herself." Michael only nodded to agree.

John shuddered, feeling as if something was coming or had already arrived. He slowly turned, finding a black gate standing a few yards behind them all. "Was that here when we got here?" He asked with a low voice.

The rest of them turned. "I don't think so." Michael said, stepping. "I've never seen it before either." The archangel took at few steps toward the gate.

Something quickly appeared in front of the black gate. It could have been mistaken as a very dirty well built man. Michael stopped, drawing his sword.

"Turn back." The thing said in deep, cracking voice. Its eyes were literally clear, no life or soul there.

"We cannot, we request to be in the presence of Consort Irkalla." The archangel said.

"You're request is denied. Now turn back."

Michael shook his head and the thing drew what looked like a rusty and beaten up sword from his back. John gripped his gun, but dared not to shoot, for fear of shooting Michael. He noticed Jaegon's bow was raise, an arrow already strung. Jave now had white leather covers up to her elbows on. Sticking from those leather arm covers were long curved, sharp edged blades. Just with a strong blow of the angel's arm and your head would be gone.

"A dead warrior," whispered Michael.

"Duck and I can get a clear shot." Jaegon said to the archangel.

Before Michael could do anything, the warrior lunged forward, swinging it's sword over its head, growling. The dead thing brought the sword down in a quick slash. Michael met the blade with his own. He rapidly withdrew his sword and shoved it into the warrior's stomach. The warrior growled into Michael's face, making the archangel push his sword in even farther, the blade coming through its back. The thing didn't show any movement of pain or anger.

"God." Midnite whispered. "I doubt it even feels the blade in him."

John wasn't used to staying on the sidelines and he wanted to help, yet, he didn't know what to do exactly. Jave ran for Michael as the warrior pushed him to the ground. You could barely see the angel move as she spun, whipping her arm around, the blade at her arm ripping through the dead warrior's neck. The head flew back onto the ground, it turning to skull and bones. The body stood motionless for a moment, and then it too fell to the ground in bones, Michael's sword falling to the rocks with a loud clatter. The dead warrior's sword turned to dust in the wind.

He gasped, Jave carefully helping him to his feet. "Why didn't you do that? Cut its head off?" She asked.

"I've never had to fight one of those things before." Michael exclaimed. "I'm learning how to kill the Underworld's dead just as you all are." John knew that wasn't good at all.

A/N: Yes, yes, I know…I promised a lot of action for this chapter…but seeing that it's so long, I'm putting the rest of the confrontation in the next chapter. Sorry…please still review….

Response to Reviews:

Karilee Kamicat: I'm tryin' to keep them comin'! I was busy this week with mid-terms! Thanks!

HiddenOperaAngel: lol, there's gotta be some mush! With Chaz gone, I needed to have

someone with a slight sense of humor, so I ended up with Michael!

fanficgeek: Thanks for the criticism. I really do appreciate it. With me adding the pill bit, I think I was tired when I wrote most of that chapter. As far as showing how Angela feels more, that's harder for me and I have no idea why….I don't like her really, she just doesn't connect with me like John does. XP