Disclaimer: There's only one special character that don't own…and that's John Constantine (I wish I owned him though. ;) ). Michael, the twins and the General are mine!

Chapter 6: Go Back From Whence You Came

Michael picked up his sword as John Constantine came forward. He raised his golden cross gun and aimed it at the lock that held the gate doors together. "You really think that'll work?" Midnite asked.

Constantine shrugged. "Worth a shot." John pulled the trigger, the gun blast ringing in everyone's ears with the sound echoing in the soft wind. The large rusty lock fell to the rocky ground with a small clink. Everyone looked around.

"That was too easy." Jave whispered, feeling uncomfortable.

"Yeah," her twin agreed.

"Just be on your guard." Michael said, kicking the creaky gates open. The wind picked up, dirt rising from the ground. They all had to close their eyes for a moment as the cloud of dust and dirt grew thicker, the ominous smell of sulfur filling the air. John heard a quick gasp from someone, making him open his eyes.

A large group of dead warriors stood just a few yards from him. They were all muscle bound and had weapons, a deadly force to be reckoned with. "Shit." He muttered. "How many?"

Jave's green eyes scanned them all. "Twenty, give or take a few." Constantine looked at the half-angel suspiciously. She smiled. "My specialty is combat, remember? If I can't sum up my enemy, then I'm dead."

John could hear Midnite whispering behind them. It had to be a prayer or him working some kind of spell. The warriors crouched just a little bit, growling at them. "ATTACK!" The biggest one of them yelled into the now windless air. The large warrior's eyes were red and snake like, different than the rest of them. John noted that the obvious leader stood in the back to watch the battle.

"Midnite, you get the left side, John, I and Jaegon will take the middle as Michael takes their right. We can't let them get us into the middle of them or we're dead. Try to stay in eye sight of everyone!" Jave quickly advised as she was rushed by a warrior. She evaded his sword with much speed, rapidly twisting his head around with superior strength. The thing fell, turning back to dust and dirt.

John would have watched her more, but he had his own dead soldier to take. He raised his gun and shot through the side of the head of the warrior. It still ran at him. John growled, throwing his gun to the ground as the warrior rode him to the ground. He pulled his triple bladed dagger out and tried to thrust it into the thing's head, that obviously a weak spot. The soldier grabbed Constantine's wrist, trying to jerk it to a broken state. John turned his arm with the twist, not wanting major injuries at the moment.

The dead warrior had pulled its own rusted dagger from somewhere and moved in to stab Constantine's chest. John quickly punched the thing, its hand ceasing with movement. He hurriedly snatched his wrist from the soldier's grasp and drove his dagger into the thing's head. It tried for John's chest again with its own blade, not feeling the pain, but Constantine pressed the button at the hilt of his dagger. Inside the head of the warrior, the two blades swiftly folded down, ripping through dead brains and old bone. Its head fell apart, the stinking rotting guts spewed onto John's $200 shirt.

Just as he sighed, a large blast rocked the grounds. He could warriors to the left on fire. Constantine smiled to himself; it had to be Midnite. Before John could pull his dagger from the rotting warrior, one snatched him up from the ground. It punched Constantine across the cheek before he could react. The blow sent him spinning to ground with a grunt of pain. Blood welled inside John's mouth as he tried to get to his feet, pain exploding through his face. He spat the blood to the ground.

An arrow whizzed by Constantine's face, making him turn his head. The arrow struck the warriors' ankle. Then a higher one went by, piercing the dead soldier's head. Jaegon came running at John and she jumped over him to reach the warrior. The half-angel launched into the air, kicking the arrow in farther. The warrior's movements ended as Jaegon slung a hair thin wire around its neck just before hitting the ground. When her feet touched the rocks, the angel pulled the wire through, cleanly slicing through the warrior's bone and neck. His head rolled to the ground as he returned to ash and dirt.

"What the hell?" John said as he slowly got to his feet.

"You get them in the head just right and they're 'thinking process' stops, but you still need to kill them." They both looked around, the warriors becoming sparse.

Jave tried to rip her arm blade through a dead warrior's neck, but the blade became stuck in the thing's bone. Her eyes widened as another dared to come to her free side. She did the same, her other arm becoming stuck in the other's neck. "God!" She growled. The warriors pulled their arms back to shove both of their swords into her sides. Seeing this, Jave kicked her feet from the ground, doing a flip between the two, and the warriors slid their swords into each other. Her blades twisted from the flip, slicing up through their necks. She landed on one knee and one foot, the others had come running up to her, thinking she had needed help.

They all stood in front of the red eyed warrior, his eyes catching each and every one of theirs. Jave's once whitish blonde hair was now a sickly green and brown slosh from rotting flesh. Midnite's hat was gone, showing his sweating bald head. Michael's shirt was gone once again, his chest covered with black char and ash. Jaegon's dirty blonde hair laid her shoulders, the ponytail gone. The front of the half-angel's tank top was covered in red blood, three long cuts laid across her stomach.

"You dare to enter this place without the permission of my Queen?" The large warrior growled, his body reeking of rot.
"General Akassi, we did not mean to cause trouble." Michael answered.

"What is the purpose of such a short noticed visit?" The once King from Earth sneered.

"That purpose is our own as well as Queen Irkalla." Michael said.

The General just stood there, thinking for a moment. "Alright, after a duel against me. When I was once a king, you battled for your honor and respect. You shall do the same here and now."

Everyone looked around at each for a moment. "I'll do it." John muttered.

"Without that blasting weapon you use." The General added. "That is an unfair match. No long ranged weapons may be used." John didn't even know that the General had watched them that closely considering John dropped the gun at the beginning of the battle.

Michael raised his eyebrows. "Still up for it?"

John looked hesitant. "Well I know I'm not doing it." Jaegon cut in, knowing her best weapon was her bow and arrows. "And I don't think Constantine should. He is a mere human, without speed or mastery of a sword and other blades; he'll die a quick death." John slowly turned to look at Jaegon, not liking how she worded any of that. He was offended by those words, even if he knew that they were true.

Midnite placed his hand on John's shoulder. "You know she speaks the truth John, nothing more."

"Alright then, Jave is our best bet. My speed is no where near her's." Michael said. "Are you up for it?"

The half-angel smiled. "Yeah." She was always up for a good fight.

"Do know that I would do it if I could." Michael said with a small smile.

Jave responded with her own smile and nothing more. "To the death?" Jave asked the General as she checked her arm blades.

"Yes." He answered, baring brown and yellow pointed teeth. Jave shuddered from the answer, not looking into his red eyes.

"Ok." She whispered. The half-angel looked at everyone, her green eyes landing on her twin sister. Jaegon stepped forward, hugging Jave.

"I'll help if you need it." Jaegon whispered.

Her sister shook her head. "You can't, it's a fair battle." John couldn't understand what the two were saying from the whispering, but Michael obviously could as his eyes gleamed while watching them.

General Akassi slowly growled. "My patience is growing thin…" Michael glanced at him and nodded, but he said nothing.

Jaegon's hug became tighter. "No, no, no! You left me once –"

Michael sighed and crossed his arms, suddenly seeming bigger. "Jaegon." The archangel said with a commanding voice.

"Pray." Jave whispered, kissing her sister's cheek. The half-angel pulled from her twin's grip. "God will protect me Jaegon."

"There is no God here." General Akassi sneered with a devious grin.

All of their eyes went to him and an obvious shudder ran down Jaegon's spin.

"Yeah." John muttered, putting his hand to Jave's shoulder and he gave it a small squeeze. "Good luck." He said, wishing he could do this instead of her.

Jave gave a quick smile. "Thanks."

The dead General turned and wordlessly walked away to a more open area. Jave followed after touching Jaegon's hand one last time.

A/N: Ho, ho, ho! Cliffhanger! XP Sorry for not updating sooner, this week has been nuts!

Review Responses:

HiddenOperaAngel: Thanks for telling me about the quiver, and just overall thanks for the review! Lol, about Jave's arm blades, I was brainstorming new weapons for my stories a while back and thought it cool to let Jave have them.

Karilee Kamicat: Thanks about the quiver as well! Lol. I tried to get this out fast, but that turned out slow. I hope this meets your expectations!

Rosanna: heh, they are good for each other. Are they the perfect couple? Possibly, you never know really.

Silverbloodrain: Hey! Lol, I was wondering where you were for the fourth chapter! Anyways, thanks a lot! I hope this one is just as awesome!

Meso Morph: Thanks! I came up with those on the spot when I wrote it. John's golden cross gun gave me the idea for a fold cross blade.

St Apathy: lol, I read somewhere that there is 13 billion people on Earth