Chapter 5

I want to thank Leolupin and Believer29 for their reviews and overall support to the story… I'm thinking to make this crossover a series, but for that I'll need your input…the story is getting a little creepy so if it gets to scary please let me know.

It was a river….Lowe told himself, maybe there is still a chance, he knows that he'll have a second to get in the water and that creature won't be likely to miss with that sword, he was a former soldier and was pretty comfortable fighting barehanded but this was ridiculous…"a headless horseman", just unreal, like a Kafka novel.

The rider seemed to be slowing up in speed, there was something in the water that pushed him away, some sort of energy…he stopped trying to get a feel for the situation, then the horse jumped and carry speed swift as the wind right towards the target…The Hessian really wanted that head…the question was why?

Lowe jumped into the river and the blade almost had him, the Hessian stopped in front of the water and then turned around…but Hellboy was there and the horse threw him off…it was good to be red after all.

The Hessian quickly stood up and found his sword… it quickly made a couple of butterfly movements with the sword to keep the distance from Hellboy; the creature was out of element and the gargoyle will make him pay dearly for the beating a moment ago.

-"Come on, do your worst you stupid mother…"- Scream Hellboy while hitting the Hessian with a big round log of wood. The Hessian stumbled but didn't fall.

Hellboy took a whip he was carrying (he was having an Indiana Jones phase) and grab the Hessian left arm while pulling him close to the water… he knew the creature was somehow weaker around water….last time he got his ass kicked, not that he'll ever admit it.

The creature left the sword on the ground and took the Cheyenne ax from his belt buckle and try to cut the whip, the creature was pretty desperate, you could tell even if he didn't have a face to relate to.

-"You dumb German spirit"- screamed Hellboy while shooting with the Samaritan at the Hessian right arm…the right hand blew up to ashes and the ax fell to the river, when it did the metal burned to ruins…then Hellboy remember…the Hessian was an earth bound spirit, his consciousness was linked to an earth spell… If only I could get him in the water… he might even vanish.

But the Hessian broke free from the whip and Hellboy stumbled backwards to the edge of the river…the right hand of doom grabbed some strong roots and that avoid a fall in the dark water, he expected that Lowe made it out….then he lift his head and looked at the Hessian who was going for his sword with the left hand…he didn't stand a chance and his hand was slipping away… he had to make a decision.

-"Oh crap"- that all he could muster while letting go inside the dark river.

John Constantine was on the federal express office waiting for his package, a couple of silver pipes, a big metal crucifix and a something that seemed like a chandelier… together they formed his prime weapon known as the "Holy Shotgun", it was an invention of Beeman his great friend to unite dragon breath with holy blessed metal on a handy weapon, this baby could tear up anything but the ammo was expensive and hard to find, not only it was made mostly of silver and gold but it had to be blessed… the churches in L.A will welcome his trip to the east coast.

-Can you sign here? - A federal express girl asked.

John signed the receipt and quickly left for the exit of the J.F.K airport, he need to eat, to rob a church and to get to Tarrytown New York almost at the same time…he needed direction, he got inside a cab…he has to make before the night's end…he looked at his wristwatch… four o'clock in the morning…not enough time to rob a church or have an early breakfast, he has a couple of bullets…not more, he had to make a decision.

-Where to? - asked the taxi driver.

-Tarrytown, New York- John answered impatiently.

-That is outside the city, sir- the taxi driver responded surprised, a lot or the newcomers make solicitation they can't really afford...and the gentleman even in ragged but expensive clothes fits the profile.

-How much?- Constantine asked without paying attention to the man, he was getting the package open and trying to assemble the weapon in the shortest amount of time possible.

-500 dollars?–The taxi driver was getting happy, it was his first customer of the day, most of the time he could make two hundred dollars on a regular 8 hour service, he was getting the opportunity to make double with a couple of hours work…good day.

John Constantine was getting upset, he was getting ripped off but didn't have a choice… he said yes and then asked not to be disturbed for the duration of the trip, he need rest away from Chas or nightmares…he was going to need it.

Somewhere in the forest of Sleepy Hollow a creature lurks close to the bleeding tree, he stands tall and shows his prize, a head brought to him by the Hessian his servant, he is Abu-Jaria for Muslims or the curse one, or Azrael in Judaism… he is still weak, but more powerful than any being in this physical plane….he takes off his clothes and Black Angel wings appear… suddenly fire emanates from him and the forest comes bright as the day…the throws up the head to the bleeding tree and the it swallows it… then a burst of white fire comes from inside an a screaming Nephilim appears….his body more large than a normal man and his wings made not of celestial energy but of flesh and bone…he crawled outside the tree gasping for air, it took him a while…but he knew he was back and he was free and worst of all he was hungry.

His name was Avim and he only answered to his master...the second coming of the Angels and Demons had begun.

Hope you like it so far.