Chapter11: No good deed goes unpunished…
"And Abu-Jaria taught the people (the art of) making swords and knives, and shields, and breastplates; and he showed to their chosen ones bracelets, decorations, (shadowing of the eye) with antimony, ornamentation, the beautifying of the eyelids, all kinds of precious stones, and all coloring tinctures and alchemy." - 1 Enoch 8:1
The dagger flew across 25 yards and got Avim on the right forearm… it was like throwing a feather with an edge…it was light yet powerful…Avim screamed again and dropped H.B who passed out…the metal was burning his flesh and even when he tried to used his other hand was burning him…they were cursed so this angelic metal, Avim looked at Constantine with his dead black eyes and made and effort to draw out the blade and left it on the ground…he was living anger…
-We haven't been properly introduced. My name is Constantine…John Constantine…asshole- John always loved the sound of that, it was presumptuous of him but the menace was underneath, like an unspoken threat…he was well known in the underworld, ye this creature seemed to be impervious to the menace implied in his voice.
-Cons…tantine- Avim tried to talk back, using the old man voice…it came out awkward, monster with human voices…
-Right, now let me deport your sorry ass back to…wherever you should be- Constantine was trying to buy time, hopefully the big red ape would figure out something since they had no guns.
The monster looked around and figure out that with Manning flanking him and Abe getting back on his feet he was going to be ambush….he jumped at succeeded at taking flight…he went to the mountains, he would find a cave…the night will come again and next time Abu-Jaria will be at his side…they will pay for their insolence.
John started coughing again and almost collapsed….he looked at the dagger and at Hellboy…it would be so easy…but not like this, that guy even if he is a demon saved his life a couple of hours ago…there must be another way…he got closer, he took the dagger and put it in his coat, it won't happen like this.
-Freeze- Dr. Manning said to the guy in the black trench coat…he was getting to jumpy, a lot of thing had been happening since last night and this guy shows up out of nowhere.
Hellboy opened his eyes and moved around, he was sure he was dead until he saw John Constantine getting aim at by Manning…he looked up and the monster was gone…he looked back at Manning saying.
-Don't waist your ammo, I'll kill him- Hellboy shouted in Johns direction.
-I saved your ass- John replied back with a hoarse voice, he was feeling a slight fever in his temples….so the Angel was keeping his part of the deal; he was going to kill me.
-You see, you ungrateful son of a…this is why I work alone- Hellboy was leaning toward John, he was upset but he knew even if would never ever admit it, that he was save by Constantine intervention.
-Is everyone ok? - The voice of Abe approached John Constantine from behind…John looked back and jumped scared…
-What the fuck? - John Constantine was getting his hand inside the coat…a fish that talks…what would be next…the cast of Seinfeld?
-Skinny guy, meet the rest of the family Abe…John, John…Abe- Hellboy responded with a smile…he was happy to see Abe back on his feet.
-And you are …..- Looking at Manning, it was getting to weird, and for a guy who has battle rogue angels, half-breeds and Satan himself this was too much.
-Dr. Manning, I'm head leader of this bureau of paranormal research and….
-The guy who signs the checks- Hellboy responded.
-The leader...- manning tried to make his voice more powerful.
-Checks- Abe responded while getting inside the truck…or what is left of it.
Abe stopped walking when he felt that the power emanating from the man named John was diminishing…he remembered the Professor fighting his illness in silence and felt compelled to ask this man for his health, but after a couple of minutes he figured that the best way was to wait until later.
-You threw me a hockey stick? - Hellboy demanded an answer from Manning.
-That is all I could find- Manning replied back.
-Where were the plasma grenades? - Hellboy reacted to the comment.
-I don't know- Manning was trying to hold his ground…it wasn't easy.
-I found them…they are next to his shotgun…chicken- Abe screamed from the truck.
-What happened to your field agents? - Dr. Manning was getting his changing the subject and his head clear before people started accessing the forest looking for questions.
-They' re dead- Hellboy responded sadly….he keeps losing partners, that is why he likes to work alone….he would not attend his own funeral.
-I'm sorry- Manning has stopped blaming Hellboy for this incidents...he is been on the field long enough to see that those things that bump in the night have a big body count on their behalf.
-You'll have to call the cleaning guys- Hellboy was always disgusted with the cleaning and necessary cover up to keep people away from the scary truth, but it was a necessary evil, who is going to call their wives?
All three of them didn't have anything to say as the fog and mist of the early morning clear up leaving a sunny day on an autumn day.
LAX Airport (6 o'clock in the morning)
-I need a one way ticket to Logan Airport- Angela asked the airline receptionist.
-OK, we have an opening at 7 o'clock in the morning…you better hurry up…they are almost boarding- The receptionist said with a neutral tone…professional courtesy, nothing more.
Angela was running the platform thinking about what she talked about John with papa Midnite, the underworld was buzzing with John new assignment and he was going to probably end up dead, the myth of the real Hybrid is now real, a second flood…just like in the bible; we are not talking about the half-breed which is a body possessed by an earthly demon or angel and can be deported if it affects the balance…the balance is shifting now in three axis and if someone as powerful as Midnite is going back to Haiti to avoid been caught in the cross fire, what difference can I make? I don't know…but I'm sure as hell that I want to be next to John when the push comes to shove.
I need to get there fast, his life depends on it.
Tarrytown, New York (10 o'clock in the morning)
A person wearing a prada chocolate trench coat walks inside an almost empty coffee shop, the owner is cleaning up instead of serving people, he stops to admire the fine garment of the customer…the fellow walks and sits in front of the dinner, takes his leather gloves off and plays with the wood a little; is slim, with delicate features and white pale skinned with blond hair…the girl in the coffee shop assist him…or her, his beauty is confusing and intoxicating..
-Can I get you anything? - The waitresses added with a slight nervousness on the voice.
-Black coffee- The delicate person voice resounded in the room.
-Anything else? - the waitresses was trying to give a great service, on days like these you don't get many chances for tips, and this fellow was certainly wealthy…good clothes, delicate manners…money.
-It seemed that a storm is coming- The person asked to the crowd.
-Yes indeed, they are uncommon this time of year but when they do come, they leave the mark- The owner of the shop responded, he was thinking of closing early today and going home, there was a lot of talks about weird scream coming from the forest….and now a storm.
-Too bad- the person was sipping his tea without any fear….he was just killing time.
-And what it your name stranger? - The owner of the shop asked, he certainly was not from around this places.
-Gabriel- he added with a greenish glow on his eyes
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