Chapter 2: Non Est Asylum Part 1
Warning: Characters are mostly OOC
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Chapter 3: Non Est Asylum Part 2
I don't own LoT or Constantine. Extremely saddening. Characters are definitely OOC. Anyway, let's go. Btw, I'm using the official script/screenplay written so almost all of the bolded stuff is from it. Not all but most.
The scene skips to two people sitting in an office. One, a female, looks at the other, a male.
"Who has a brighter future? Me or the opera lady in the food court?" she asks her companion. He looks at her and replies.
"The opera lady."
"That's rude." Ray speaks as if he is lecturing the man on the TV.
"You are aware that you're talking to a TV Haircut?" Mick gruffly spoke as he looks at Ray.
"What?"
No college loans to pay off." He says as he asks for a fortune cookie. He opens it and laughs at it as it says "failure is the opportunity to do better next time." He reads.
"In bed." Liv adds on. Max looks at her.
"What?"
"You always add 'in bed to the end."
"Really?"
"Uh-huh."
"Let's read yours." Max says, looking expectedly at him. She agrees and breaks open the cookie.
"Okay, great, I have no future." She says as she pulls out a piece of paper.
"Foreshadowing…"
"Snart!"
"Here, one more for the road." Max says sympathetically as he hands her another of the cookies. She accepts it. "See you in the morning. Lock up." Max says as he stands to leave. As he does Liv looks at the cookie before sliding it into her pocket. She clears up all the take out on the desk. Her desk lamp begins to flicker and make buzzing sounds starts. Live leaves the room.
She locks the door behind her and heads toward her car. She unlocks it and gets in. She starts the engine and begins to backup when an audible alert beeps. She brakes and checks her backup camera. An alert states that there is an object detected behind even though nothing is visible behind it. She tries to back up once more but the alarm starts beeping faster. She parks the car and gets out. She leaves the engine running.
"That probably wasn't the best idea. Its common knowledge you don't stand behind a running car." Ray points out the mistake.
The car lot is silent and empty. She kneels behind the car to see if anything lay underneath. There is nothing. Inside of the care the backup screen lights up and shows Liv behind it. The odometer moves. The needle speeds up and the car engine revs.
"See? Point proven."
"Don't care. Now shut it Haircut."
Liv tries to get clear. She stumbles and falls. The exhaust pipes are roaring. Things aren't looking good. Suddenly, the engine stops. All the car lights cut off.
"Really?" Liv asks the night air. She pulls out her phone only to see that it's dead.
She leaves the car and walks across the lot. She passes by lampposts and lights. As she does, the lights flicker out. The asphalt below her rises up. She falls down. She nearly falls into a giant sinkhole that has opened up. She climbs up and scuttles away.
A yellow cab pulls out in front of her. Out steps the one and only John Constantine in his signature trench coat, shirt, and loose tie. It was impossible to tell who the driver.
"And I'm back. Lovely." John says. He only half means it.
"Well hello. What have we here? You in a bit of trouble, luv?" John says as he leans against the cab.
"Stay away from me!" Liv calls out, frantic. She pulls out a can of pepper spray and points it at John.
"That's pointed the wrong way…" Rip states, shocked at how one could not notice.
"You're pointing that the wrong way." He says. She looks at the can and it is indeed pointed at herself. She turns it around. John watches with an amused expression. He continues "My name's John Constantine. And I promise you, I'm not the one hunting you."
"Firstly, creepy. Secondly, you should've found a better and less stalker like way to introduce yourself." Sara comments on John's tactics. He just looks at her.
"This is coming from an ex-assassin. Most hypocritical." He retorts. She looks at him with confusion.
"How on earth did you know I'm an ex-assassin?"
"I met you, well, more like your team, once. Owed Oliver one. I saved your soul. That answer your question?"
"What are you talking about? Who's hunting me?" Liv asks.
"It's probably more of a what. Possibly an it." John says. Liv keeps the can raised.
"Stay away from me."
"It's easier to deny danger than face it. But make no mistake, if you don't listen to me, you'll be dead by morning." He warns her.
"I'm calling the police." Liv says as she fumbles to pick up her phone.
"With a dead phone?" He asks incredulously. She holds said phone up. It is now fully charged. She begins to dial. "If you're committed to calling the authorities, here's where they can reach me. Or you can. If you enjoy breathing." He says. It is said quite ominously. He hands her a business card.
"Master of the Dark Arts?" she says as she reads the card.
"I'm getting new ones made." John says with exasperation.
Many outright laugh at this. It was just too hilarious not to, even if the two were in a parking lot at night.
Liv turns away and runs off. John is left standing in a pool of light. He looks at the sinkhole. He decides to climb down into it. A gas line is in flames and a power cables torn down. A black shadow passes overhead. A ruffle of heavy wings is heard. John turns and sees a long and tall figure hidden in the shadows.
"Whoever you are, I'm a nasty piece of work. Ask anybody." John called out to the figure. The man, for man it was, stepped out and revealed himself. He was a black man and was dressed in dark greys. He was an angel.
"John's not wrong there. After certain, adventures, we've done, he's proved that much." Chas, Zed, and Anna Marie share a look. They remembered that day when Pazuzu had possessed John.
"You shouldn't be down here." The unnamed person said. John was trying to determine whether he is friend or foe.
"I could say the same for you. You come to admire your handiwork?" John asks as he recognizes what the being is.
"This wasn't my doing. What brings you back to the streets, John?" The man asks. He really is curious. John looks surprised to hear his name.
"A young lady. What else? I was asked to protect her by an old friend." He answers with caution.
"A dead friend, more likely." He throws in.
"Well he did have to possess a body, but he made his point. Crudely. Who are you?"
"You can call me Manny. I've been asked to watch over you."
"Watch over? No offense, mate, but I'm not in the habit of slumming with angels. You'll murder my reputation."
"So will a mental hospital."
"I checked out. All better." At this point John looked towards heaven and shouted "You hear that? I'm okay!" before returning his attention to Manny. "So flap off."
"You're not okay, John. You damned a girl to hell. Along with yourself. I can't change your fate bur I can ease your suffering." Manny says. His words were comforting. Mesmerizing in a way. Manny rests his hand on his shoulder. Even though it feels comforting, John forces himself to slap it away.
"You'd like that. All you beatific types are the same, like vampires. Go feed on someone else's loss." John retorts.
"But yours is exquisite."
"Don't worry about me, chief. I can handle a demon attack."
"Don't be so sure. You've been out of play a while. There's panic down here. People can sense what's on the way." Manny says. It's quite prophetic in a way.
"What's on the way?" John asked.
"We should go." Manny says, ignoring John's question and listening to the approaching sirens.
"Wait! What's on the way?!" John yells as Manny disappears into the night sky. The sirens grow louder and John begins climbing out of the hole.
"Could've at least give me a hint as to its nature." John grumbles to himself. Damn angels. They could never just outright tell him things. They always had to be so damn prophetic.
As this happens, Liv is being dropped off at her apartment building. She gets out of the passenger side. Her neighbor Talia exits on the driver's side. She is in her late 20's. Liv id thanking her for picking her up.
"It was no problem. I work five minutes away from you." Talia says. Liv continues her thanks.
"Thanks, Talia. I really do appreciate the ride." She states as the girls head up a walkway. Talia buzzes the two in and they enter the building.
"I'm just glad you got away from that freak. He sounded kinda rapey." Talia said.
"Oy! I was not! I'd appreciate if you would, oh I don't know, stop laughing." John exclaimed as he threw his hands up into the air. His ears had a slight pink tinge to them. The others had doubled over laughing. Well, all but Renee, Kendra, and Anna Marie. They were just slightly, or not so slightly, disturbed at the thought.
"He was wearing a trench coat."
"So!" John exclaimed incredulously.
"What, like a flasher or something?" Talia laughing as she spoke.
This time John only leaned over, head in hands. His ears were a bright red and he was mumbling something inaudible. It was something along the lines of 'Why? What did I do to deserve this?' except it was much more colorful and explicit. Everyone around him continued to laugh, much to his growing embarrassment.
The two have reached their hallway and are about to enter their respective rooms. They bid each other good night and Talia leaves. Liv spares a glance over her shoulder. A mysterious figure stands at the end of the hallway. He is a large man with a dark foreboding face. Liv, frightened by his presence, quickly shuts the door and locks it.
Outside of Liv's door we see the Occult Symbol the Eye of Horus carved into the wooden door. The lights in the hallway flicker ominously. Liv exits the bathroom, freshly showered. Her light bulb flickers out and she frowns. She jiggles the bulb until it is back on.
Outside Liv's apartment an unknown presence faces the occult symbol on the door. It looks down to see a line of salt across said door as well. The presence pivots 180 degrees to Talia's door as it is directly across from Liv's. It has no symbol or salt near it. The presence enters the door.
"She's dead."
"Mick!"
"What?"
A collective face palm was heard.
End Chapter