mumbling castings, so that they were lifted up supernaturally, began to float down the hallwaytoward him, still falling apart as they came - a lower jaw falling off one of them to clumpbouncing onto the floor, another's leg falling from where the demon floated near the ceiling, thelimb breaking messily apart as it hit the floor, flesh and veins unraveling to bare bone.<strong>Constantine</strong> stayed where he was, not wanting to lure them to Angela. He ra<strong>is</strong>ed the shotgunto h<strong>is</strong> shoulder, aimed at the nearest demon, cantering along on three limbs.... He fired, and blewit apart, but others were coming, demon after demon, rotting but still lethal, levitating andcrawling down the hall, some of them muttering h<strong>is</strong> name, over and over:"<strong>Constantine</strong>... John <strong>Constantine</strong>..."He fired the shotgun, again and again. One of them was crawling along the ceiling upsidedown, flipping to drop at him, he fired right into its gaping mouth and the round traveled throughthe back of its throat and down its spinal column, sending the vertebrae flying like dominos, andthe demon flew apart into shrieking ashes. Another leapt at him from the floor like a jumpingspider, and he had to knock it backward with the butt of the gun before he had time to pump theshotgun and send a round into the back of its neck. It spasmed, a broken thing, before quiveringitself apart. And still the demons came on....--Angela heard a low thudding, realized it was gunshots - sounded like a shotgun - from anotherpart of the building, not far away.<strong>The</strong> scavenger heard it too, and looked away from her in the direction of the shots, d<strong>is</strong>tractionloosening h<strong>is</strong> grip on her neck.That was her chance. She struck up at h<strong>is</strong> wr<strong>is</strong>t with the heel of her right hand in a tae kwondo move, knocking h<strong>is</strong> hand loose from her, while striking at h<strong>is</strong> jaw with her left f<strong>is</strong>t, the blowcoming straight from the shoulder as she'd been taught.But he dodged and she caught him only glancingly, so that he staggered back but kept h<strong>is</strong> feet,digging at h<strong>is</strong> pocket for the iron spike.She tried to climb out of the pool, hoping to get to her gun: He'd thrown it into a comer. Buthe grabbed her around the wa<strong>is</strong>t in snarling fury, pulled her back, and - off balance - they bothfell backward into the water, thrashing.Angela felt water invade her lungs, chlorine stinging her sinuses as Franc<strong>is</strong>co rolled on top ofher, straddled her, and forced her down. She heard him say something, the sound mostly mutedby the water - and she didn't think he was speaking to her. She sensed that he'd been given the go- ahead: <strong>The</strong> time had come to kill her. He pressed h<strong>is</strong> open hand down on her face, forcing heralmost to the floor of the pool.He had the other hand on the spearhead now, and she could feel the strength pour into him.She knew she was done for: She was drowning. Her lungs felt like they were about to explode.She thrashed helplessly, trying to get leverage, to find a way out, but it was no use; it felt as ifevery evil in the world had lumped together into a single weight just to hold her down. She sawher executioner's face up there, warped by the watery surface, and for a moment its shiftingseemed to reveal an angry child, acting out over its abandonment.After that the darkness began to close in on her. She couldn't see him anymore. She saw onlyshafts of light through shadow; blue darkening to indigo.God, help me. I was trying to do your work on Earth. Can't you send someone to help me?It was a heartfelt prayer. But the only response was darkness, a deeper darkness yet. ...But then came light - only it wasn't the light of redemption, it was the light of transition, ofwhite-hot fire coming at her, to engulf her.She screamed... and fell spinning, endlessly falling, sucked down and down. And then beyondup and down...And found herself sitting alone, on the bone-dry floor of the pool. Only th<strong>is</strong> wasn't exactly thesame pool, the same therapy room. Th<strong>is</strong> was Hell's version of that room, she realized, looking
around. <strong>The</strong> air was suffused with Hell's ubiquitous no<strong>is</strong>e, overwhelming even the chorus ofscreams: the wet multitudinous gnashing of millions of jaws chewing at human flesh. She stoodup and saw that the tubs in the room were full - with blood. <strong>The</strong> walls were cracked; she couldsee flame through the cracks, making them waver; the air was foul with ash and despair.She knew she was not here as one of the condemned but as a v<strong>is</strong>itor, with a connection toEarth that the condemned didn't have; she was the kind of specialized traveler to Hell she'd beenonce before - only th<strong>is</strong> time she had been brought against her will. By whom?Franc<strong>is</strong>co was gone. But someone else was nearby, someone who was looking right at her.Someone behind her. He was coming at her from behind, focusing h<strong>is</strong> terrible attention on her."Angela...," came the rasping voice. He repeated her name, almost lovingly, the syllablesoozing with slime. "An... gel... a..." Somehow when he spoke her name he turned it into anobscenity. But then, any human word that Mammon spoke became an obscenity.She made herself turn and look at him.She was a strong woman. <strong>The</strong>re weren't any stronger women. And she'd seen some terriblethings, in her short life as a cop, that hadn't made her scream. She'd screamed only once before,seeing Hell. She didn't scream easily.But right now, seeing Mammon, Angela Dodson screamed long and loud.--<strong>The</strong>re were three demons still coming at <strong>Constantine</strong>, slavering for blood, flesh, and soul -when h<strong>is</strong> shotgun jammed.One of them, in a priest's collar, crouched like a cat about to leap at a mouse, grinned at him...teeth falling out of the grin, the right side of its face sloughing off with the effort at facialexpression."Now you're mine, my boy...," it said, its voice thickly d<strong>is</strong>torted by its rotting tongue.<strong>Constantine</strong> recognized that voice. It was the priest who'd stood by when the other one hadtried to exorc<strong>is</strong>e him, in h<strong>is</strong> boyhood. <strong>The</strong> demon masquerading as a man of God.<strong>Constantine</strong> shouted and tried furiously to clear h<strong>is</strong> weapon - he wanted with all h<strong>is</strong> heart toblow the demon priest to Hell...But it leapt at h<strong>is</strong> throat, as the others came at him from the right and left, yowling withmurderous delight.<strong>Constantine</strong> couldn't get the gun unjammed in time. He was fucked.But someone fired a gun from behind the demon and it exploded into wet ashes in midair.<strong>Constantine</strong> stepped back, striking out with h<strong>is</strong> shotgun butt at the one on h<strong>is</strong> right, stoving itsskull in, as the other exploded from another shotgun blast.Both demons fell away - one spasming, clawing at the air, as <strong>Constantine</strong> bashed its head to apulp, the other flying into shrieking fragments.Gasping for air, heart thudding, <strong>Constantine</strong> turned to see Chaz, h<strong>is</strong> own smoking shotgun inhand, grinning from the doorway.It was eerily quiet for a moment as they looked at one another - except for the sound of theshadows wh<strong>is</strong>pering....<strong>The</strong>n <strong>Constantine</strong> nodded h<strong>is</strong> thanks, and got the bent shell cleared from h<strong>is</strong> shotgun. It wouldfire now. He hoped-"John..." Chaz said. "You okay?"<strong>Constantine</strong> looked at him deadpan. "Why do you ask?"
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