Born From Hell and in Between
The girl looked from the mysterious man to Constantine.
Constantine had no idea of what to think of either of the two freaks that now were suddenly dropped onto his lap.
He looked back over to the girl. He glared, not out of hate. He glared for the fact that he allowed a freaky naked girl into his house along with a deranged abomination. Also for the fact that he spent his entire night dealing with these two and it was now seven in the morning.
"Well… Who are you and why did you contact me?"
"I heard that you could help me…" Her voice was as whimpering and weak as ever. Her gaze remained piercing at him, like an aimed gun.
Constantine observed her movements. Now she looked really pale. The slime didn't either. Her shivering was now spastic; she shook like a person left without clothes in the middle of the artic.
"Aw shit."
Her eyes drew back slowly she fell forward. He caught her mid-fall, realizing that wasn't such a brilliant idea. Slime covered the entire forearm of his jacket.
He looked at the ceiling,
"Is this some kind of joke from God?"
From his battle scarred, slime encased coat he drew out another piece of nicorette gum.
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It proved to be a very weird night; the morning showed no change for the better.
The girl proved to be unstable at best. She would return and fade back. Constantine had to disable the smoke detector, because she almost went up in flames when she passed out on the fire stove while he made breakfast.
It was now the afternoon and he declared her catatonic. A conscious catatonia, he could ask her questions and she would answer with one worded, obscure answers.
Luckily Papa Midnight was on his way to investigate. In the mean time Chaz was in the middle of the living room to occupy him and the "coming-to" Khi.
"So, let me get this straight… You find this girl, butt-naked in your bathroom, and she wants you…"
"Chaz…"
Constantine glared amusingly at his late groupie; a cup of hot black coffee in his hand.
"I wouldn't say that she necessarily wanted me, more than I'd say she needed me…"
"And I found her after a large ball of hell-fire formed a pentagram on the floor and shattered my bathtub."
"Yeah but…"
Constantine's rolling eyes shut him up.
KNOCKKNOCK
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Chaz had decided to leave, his presence in the living world was already drying out, plus he felt better off in heaven than in the living quarters of a Constantine that was more irritable than normal.
Papa midnight was impartial to assisting Constantine in this case. After all, the guy did save the world. But he was still an asshole.
"Where do we start?"
"Well I wouldn't mind you removing the pentagram from my floor…"
Midnight rolled his eyes; Constantine could really pour out the asshole antics.
"I thought you had something urgent for me…"
Clearing into the bathroom they both halted at the intensity of the damage. Looking over at the engraved pentagram he glared at Constantine.
"Couldn't you remove this you're self?"
Constantine chuckled.
"Yeah but you already have all the materials ready…"
Midnight readied his spiritual chi. Spitting three times on both hands, he was prepared. Drawing out his arms, eyes closed, focused, he began the proper chant.
"fjsdklfjok djfkldsjjk meee Et Siiejflka Arnujdeklfjoi!! Fjdsjfkljkl djfkljdfhj Deus!"
He grabbed the bucket of sanctified water from Constantine. He threw out the water. It formed a long curving cylinder; landing without a splash, the water's form did not shatter. Instead it smoothly traveled out to cover the form of the burned symbol. From the water, floor materialized floating up to cover the symbol. The spell completed, steam elevated from the previous indented areas.
"Is that all???"
Constantine pointed to the side of the hall that lead to the bedroom.
"Almost…"
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"Wow she really is ill with something…"
He waved his hand back and forth in front of her face. She didn't even blink. Constantine observed leaning from the wall.
Midnight scrutinized her; his hands hovered over her head, a common method used to detect certain chi's and imbalances. They stopped at the back of her head. Midnights eyes closed again to focus.
"So what is it?"
His eyes opened.
"This girl has a common symptom." He closed his eyes again to be sure. "She has what I like to call plane-transportation-sickness, whenever a being other than an angel or a demon is radically transported onto another plane, there physical structure becomes weakened."
"Can you do anything about her condition?"
"Well I guess I have to… You said she transferred from hell, right?"
"Yeah."
"Alright. I will heal her. But I leave it up to you to find out exactly how she got out of hell… "
"Deal."
Returning to his state of spiritual chi. spitting three times on her head, he placed his hands on either sides of her head. He began. The room's lighting faded in and out. He took a deep breath in order to insure the stead fast transferal of chi into the comatose woman.
Huugh!!!
Her eyes drew wide. Back arched, her slime covered arms grasped onto his in fear.
His brows furrowed, her body spastically fought his grip, He gripped harder, and then psychically his fingers pressed into her skull.
Her eyes turned opaque. Every vein in her body rose to skin level.
Just as he thought…
This was no damned soul from earth; she was not like Constantine, a suicide or a damned soul from another sin. Somehow she was a damned soul that had sprouted directly from hell. Now that she was transported onto this plane, she was new to this world.
Not only would he have to revive her, he would have to start her heart. His mind focused on the innards of her chest. The heart remained motionless. Time was running out. If he remained in meditation too much longer, his spirit would be defenseless to the horrors of demons he had deported.
"Come on." He thought.
Hissss
He looked up to see a soldier demon, only a few feet away. Its half headed face growled.
"Come on. Come on."
He could see blood forming in her, the heart quivered.
REEEAAHHHH!!! On all fours the hideous thing lunged forward.
"GOT IT!!!!"
The heart made its first pulse. The demon was now air born; every thing began to slow down. Its claws arched and ready to tear the witch doctor apart slowed until they stopped completely. Holes formed around the walls, every thing around them melted, rays of white light poked out of the melting surroundings.
He shot back with the removal of his hands and psychic presence. Constantine rushed over to help him up.
"Are you ok?"
The powerful witch doctor was in full sweat; his breath became shortened and raspy.
"I don't know John, I don't know what that was. "
He paused to catch his breath.
"You… You have to find out how she got here. In all my life I have never had a danger like that."
'"Wait, what???'
"She's not from this world John…"