I.
His - as he called it - holy weapon ready for combat, he put his foot against the door and pushed it open in one long stride.
"My name is Constantine, John Constantine, assholes!" he said out aloud and made his way through the galley. Heads turned, grimaces were pulled at him, and four Half-Breeds broke out in a chuckle when he approached them alone.
"Oh look at him, he's out for a game…" one of them, a male, laughed.
"Yeah, you son of a bitch, out for a little game with you scum." He lifted his half-automated golden gun, aimed the flashlight at the enemy and shot wildly into the crowd. Three of the half-Breeds went down immediately, the fourth one jumped at him from a distance, pulling the black-haired man to the ground. It was a woman with long light blond hair, only a little smaller than he was. So she was actually quite tall, compared to other women he knew. Her eyes were nearly black, and she had a wicked smile upon her lips when she knocked him to the ground.
John tried to raise his gun again and aim at her head but she was faster and pushed the weapon down again with one knee. "Don't you dare! First you come in here and ruin my day and now you're trying to kill me? Think again, darling!" She pulled a face and glared at him.
Constantine was taken aback. "What?" He frowned.
"What, what, what?" she mimicked. "Darling, I was just about to have fun with these…these things and now you've spoiled everything." She did not sound very angry, just a little upset, like a strong-willed child that had lost its toy. And she was definitely not a Half-Breed.
"Who are you"? he breathed.
"I'm not telling you!" she laughed. "The famous John Constantine does not know something…how interesting!" She had a very strong British accent and there was something else, a certain gleam in her eyes, that drove him crazy. He hated her for always getting in the way and he hated himself that he always made a big scene out of it. Why couldn't he just ignore her and get it over with?
Constantine cocked his head and tried to push her away. "If you don't want to kill me, then you'd better get off me, now!" She backed away and let him sit up straight. "Who are you?" He asked again and then said: "I know you…" He frowned at her and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "I've seen you in church with Father Thadeus, you were searching for the first version of the old testament – whatever good this has been for."
"You've got a good head on your shoulders…" she smiled. "So we meet again."
"And are you going to tell me your name?" Constantine asked.
"Nope…"
"Of course it's a nope…" he muttered and got up. "What were you doing with these Half-Breeds?"
She chuckled. "Well…I've spent way too much time with them on the other plane and I guess you can say that I want to have a little payback!"
John did not understand and he did not want to, either. "Fine with me, then, I guess." He said and brushed his hair back with both hands. "Now that my business is done here, I'll better go and leave you to whatever you were about to do…"
"Nice…" she hissed. "You already shot them…"
"So I've made your day, right?" John grinned, shouldered his gun and marched out of the room.