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Chapter 3: Constantine story, an hour before landing….

"Jesus" Screamed John while watching the reflection of his former friend…. He took some more water in his hands until his hands stopped shaking, before Chas use to annoy him but he is scaring him, but be honest…that is not Chas but a angelical reflection of his former self…then getting back my confidence I asked: "What's up Chas?"

The seraph smiled but didn't uttered a word… he made a sign to John Constantine to turn around and as soon as John did he touched him with the index finger on the forehead…suddenly he felt something strong, a powerful yank into another realm …Constantine felt he was forced to dream…but he knew better, the seraph was showing something important to him.

And he felt the humid soil under his feet, he was walking barefoot on the same forest as before… they were shadows in front of him but they were too far to distinguish their features, they were dancing in front a fire…a blue fire, that impossible unless is magic fire…and this is only a dream, right?

A dark shadowy figure stands in the front of the faire, he saying something on a tongue that sounds like hell speak but older, a little different…he was lifting his hands as he was commanding the fire to raise, to grab more oxygen until it blows to he sky….and the fire did, now I was looking for the ampoule of Holy Water in my pocket…I felt like I need it, but I wanted to see more, I need answer and that if that means waiting, I'll do it…but just for a little while. The fire turned white and the headless horseman show up from the fire, the ashes gave birth to his stallion…I understand now, he was being summoned from hell by someone or something very powerful, he needed a mystical gate I told myself, and then I found it…how could I miss it…the bleeding tree in from of him… that is the portal, no I have to ditch this creepy place.

The dark man lifted his stare and caught up with mine, I was caught off guard…my emotional shield was down. They were no eyes, just and empty space looking right at me, I tried to run but was caught by a power to strong to move…he said something in Hell speak (I think it is) to one of his acolytes and started to move toward me, I was scared and started to yell for Chas to wake me up, I wanted to get out of there, to tell my head this is just a dream but is just like the chair, I need help to leave this plane…he gets closer to me I can't feel his stench...he smells like burned flesh, sulfur, like death…

His getting closer and his bony right hand almost reaches me….I looked back and the headless horseman is getting close to me from behind, he draws his sword…his going to chopped my head off…just like the kid on the news, I tried to jump back away from the swing off the blade and my forearms to each other….I screamed out of pain while my flesh burns…the sword, the bony hand…I close my eyes and a name comes into my head: Abu-Jaria, or the curse one.

I open my eyes and I'm again in the bathroom, Chas is gone and the water is still running… I have blood on my nose, I looked like someone stole something from inside me…I can't believe it, I literally looked at death in the eyes (if you can call them that) and live to tell about, I'm so scared that I started to laugh, at first just giggling until it becomes something manic… inhuman, unreal.

I hear knocking on the door…must clean up fast…I try to fix my hair and clean my face, but couldn't shake the sensation out of me.

-Are you ok? - A female voice that I instantly recognize as the stewardess asked.

-Yeah I'm coming right out- John Constantine answered back, and this is when it hit him, both his forearms were burned, but they were no signs of what burned them…no chemical, no fire...and no other scares besides the one in his tattoos, plus the fact that the shirt was ok.

He came out a different man, Chaz didn't tell him what he wanted to know, but he is not sure to actually wants to know now…he has to get to Sleepy Hollow fast, he looks at the beautiful blond who was obviously concerned, she suddenly didn't looked so gorgeous.

-How long was I out? - Constantine asked the stewardess.

-Almost an hour sir, sorry for your drink... showing the glass watered down by all the ice that melted.

-Nevermind, can you get another princess? - Answered Constantine trying to get a much need drink.

-Sorry sir, we're almost landing- answered the blond with a smile.

-Do you want to go out when we get to New York, maybe a dinner? - Constantine replied trying to keep the conversation flowing, he didn't felt very good.

-Sir, I think you should go to sleep, you are very tired…then she added, it was a pleasure Mr. Constantine…sorry I didn't known you before. The Stewardess answered while leaving to the next customer.

When did I become a Mr.? When did I get to be treated like and old man? I have to face it, you are getting old man…and all you could think off is that pack of cigarettes that you now you'll never take and those lips you didn't kiss.

Damn you cancer and damned you Angela.

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