Bad.
Really, really bad.
Oliver had really underestimated how hard magic was. He'd known that it was hard and took years too even start to master it. But this was painful. Really painful.
They'd been going at it for over four hours now and all that Oliver had been able to do was make arms hurt.
It was very tempting to just give up but Oliver knew that he needed to know this. Having magic, even a little, was worth this pain. He pushed himself back up. After three hours of Oliver repeating the same words and movements, Constantine had decided that the best way to know if Oliver could do it was to attack him. They'd started off with John running at Oliver or throwing things at him. After forty-five minutes of that John had started to use magic. His latest attempt was too send a large rush of air at Oliver. This one had thrown him all the way across the roof-top. If John hadn't pulled him back in then Oliver would have smashed into the pavement.
He took up the stanch again and waited for Constantine to attack. But he didn't. In fact Oliver couldn't see him. He clothes were gone, except for the cloak. Oliver waited a few seconds before slowly moving over to the cloak. Constatine had been careful to make sure that it wasn't damaged. In fact off all the teachers that Oliver had had John was one of the better ones. He made sure that Oliver understood what they were doing and made sure that he never felt like to much of an idiot.
Which hadn't been easy.
Checking the cloak over for any traps, Oliver thought over the lesson he'd just had. They'd started out with the words. John had spent an hour making sure that Oliver could say them. For some reason they had had to do what felt like yoga moves at the same time, but after an hour Oliver could say the three spells both forwards and backwards. Fast.
Once John had been happy with that they'd moved onto the movement. For John it was a small gesture with his hands, but for Oliver he had too use bigger gestures. He'd been told that after a while he should be able to use the smaller gesture but that for now he'd have to stick with this.
They'd done that for an hour and a half before Oliver had started to notice something. When he spoke the spell with the movements there was a slight cold feeling that went through his veins. John had told him that that was normal and that if he felt heat in his blood then they would start to worry. After asking why a few times John had told Oliver that it meant that his body was trying to reject the magic and that he was feeling a pull towards dark magic. The cold feeling allows you to stay in the moment and to focus. It means that your body is conecting with the magic.
After that they'd moved onto John attacking Oliver.
Oliver thought that John had been rather patient with him. A lot more than Oliver had thought capable for the Brit. But now he seemed to have given up on Oliver. Oliver could feel the magic, if he focused, and he knew that it was trying to conect with his body.
He'd heard the Brit mutter under his breath that Oliver wasn't letting the magic in, not trusting it. But what was Oliver meant to do. John was the only person with magic he knew to be good. The only other magic he'd seen had been used for evil.
Oliver sensed movement behind him and as he turned he felt the rush of air send him tumberling backwards. Luckily he'd been crouched down so the wall stopped him from falling off the roof. Looking up he saw a person move through the shadows.
"John." Oliver was sure that it had been John. No one else was around and this was probably anyone of the Brit's ways of getting the spells to work. He pushed himself up and cursed himself for handing all his knifes over to Constantine, along with his bow and arrows. How John knew how to use the bow had shocked Oliver and that was the closest that they had gotten to one of the spells working.
"John?" Surely Constantine would have attacked again or shown himself. Not start laughing. Well he might have, (Oliver really didn't understand the guy.) But Constantine's laugh was less creepy and not as empty.
Working out how far away his weapons were. Oliver pushed himself to a standing position and started to slowly move towards his weapons, while keeping the person in his eyeline.
The person reached behind them and with a simple toss threw something towards Oliver. Before he could move he was hit and whatever it was sent him flying back.
Rolling out from under whatever had hit him Oliver felt blood on his arms. Checking himself he noticed the object that had hit him move. And groan, loudly.
It was Constantine.
John threw a quick glance back at Oliver.
"Stay back." He whispered. "I'll distract this bastard while you get your weapons. They won't do much but they might hurt him enough for me to send him back."
Once Oliver had nodded John had raced at the person, who Oliver suddenly realised was the demon that John had been hunting before Oliver found him. Watching as Constantine started to throw fire at the demon, Oliver crept towards his weapons. He had no idea how to take down a demon but he had to try. He couldn't let a demon go loose in his city. And anyway John seemed to know what he was doing.
Reaching his weapons Oliver saw Constantine get thrown backwards across the roof and then get lifted into the air. The fire that had once been under his control now wrapping itself around him. Again Oliver had to give the Brit credit. He was screaming but was still moving his hands casting spells. Oliver watched as the demon made its way towards John.
With a flick off its hand Oliver head the sound of bones snapping. He didn't have to look to know who's bones.
The screaming had stopped.
Sorry to leave on a cliffhanger. Please review. The rest should be up tomorrrow. I love John Constantine to much to kill him so don't worry. I'm just going to hurt them a little.
This is my first non-Avengers Fanfiction so please let me know what you all think.
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