TK-Productionz:
Whew!! Man, I had to alter a few things, minor things of course, I am sooo happy that I finally have this up!!!
Thanks Catie for giving me permission to post our story online…
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Born From Hell and in Between
Only the slightest moonlight peered out in bars, horizontal to the bed and the twice reborn exorcist that lay upon it. Now that his lungs were clean, Satan himself took the liberty to remove the large handfuls of tar, his soul no longer remained damned; he could now rest fully, with nothing to disturb his sleeping position. Or so he thought.
His body rested, splayed out, sheets among other common cloth arrangements were tousled, bunched and parted around the sleeping Constantine. Deep within the chasms of his latent mind a thought began to emerge. A nightmare, of a great hellish stature, splintering among his thoughts, its jagged manipulation of fear sent his mind screaming, spiraling downwards. Visions, prophecies all interlinked with hell played in his dreams. At once it all ended with the articulation of a single word,
"Help."
Muh!
Constantine sat up. He noticed the cold, clammy presence of sweat soaked sheets all around him. Normally this would be the time for him to draw out a cigarette. His complementary salute to whatever the unknown force was that was able to draw out his undivided attention. The tasteless nicorette gum stood as a sour replacement.
In the apartment's kitchen, he rested on the counter top, closest to the black bubbling pot of coffee he now yearned to finish brewing. The coffee posed a threat to the addiction of the remaining nicotine in his brain. He looked over to the generic microwave, the red LED light pulsed on and off.
3:46.
"Shit…"
He looked down at the dirty tile that had not been replaced since the sixties. "I haven't stayed up this late in a long time."
"Help"
His head snapped up. All his senses and instincts activated like the switch of a light. In this small kitchen, he stood, alone, without a weapon and without a clue. The lighting undulated; a hissing eased its way into every space in the dwelling. The hissing died away, with the lights. Now the kitchen rested in complete silence, and darkness. The only light was the light blue of the moon that escaped into the windows. The entire lighting system of three districts shut down.
In the dark Constantine attempted to survey through the darkness, no avail. A hellish shriek of agony sent the cold claws of fear ripping up his back and through his mind. The shriek, a giant whistle of a heated kettle, covered the three districts. A fiery orange firelight caressed the walls of the kitchen and the walls leading to the bathroom. Constantine quickly pushed out his fear, rushing foreword, he used the ominous light show to point him to the source of the energy. He halted rushing through the door for a massive fireball levitated in the air it spun in circles. Forming a ring. Chords of the fire stuck out to form a star. A look from above indicated that the ring of fire formed into hell fire pentagram. It lowered until driving its self into the floor. From the new burns in the floor flames spat up arched their way into the bathtub. The arched fire died in a great billow of steam, killing the fire along with full bath of water. In a great echo of gibbering of guttural hell speak two things happened. The newly replaced tub shattered and a being from beyond now transported onto our plane.
As soon as Constantine was aware of what was taking place in his bathroom, he rushed to find his cross demon shooter. He returned just as quickly. Activating the light on the gun a small spotlight purged the room. Aside from the spotlight only red embers from the shards of tub illuminated the hellish marked room and the dark mysterious figure.
He treaded softly into the room, his guard stood erect. Only the sounds of tub shards skittering on the floor escaped his shroud of guarded silence.
The form shivered, it sat on the remaining large shatters of tub; all of its limbs were tucked into it making its body look like quivering ball of darkness. Now he ranged close enough to deport whatever-it-was's sorry ass back to hell. He readied the trigger, aiming the gun at it the light revealed its form.
"What the…"
There in his bathroom the creature's form displayed. Not of a demonic or an angelic assignment. A woman. Dressed in only her birthday suit. A nasty puss like slime veiled her nude body. Her blank stare remained on the floor.
"Umm… Hey."
He paused, lacking the idea of what to say. After all there were no readings of demonic or angelic essence from her. This was an actual human, not a half-breed or a demon in charade. The only relic that alerted was the hellfire alarm necklace around his neck. Hell fire was not an issue though; it could practically be doused with normal water.
He finally conjured something to say.
"What are you doing in my bathroom?"
Her quivering head rose to look into his eyes.
"So…"
"So cold…."
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After figuring arrangements for the slime covered victim to rest, after she passed out in his arms he decided now was the time to call Papa Midnight. I mean this; this was some pretty fucked up shit. Maybe now would be a good time to use the chair.
As soon as his hand reached out to lift up the phone, his hand hovered above the receiver. It rang. He jumped only slightly, returning to his expressionless presence he answered it.
"John!!! I have some news. "
"Benny." He seemed almost disappointed.
"John. You won't believe this jdhfjh fdjhhh hj jdhfj…."
"Mhmmm…"
"Yeah I got it…"
"Ok I'm leaving now…"
The receiver made a clang as he hung up. He now made his way out the door.