hostel in JanSport packs sharing a pot pipe and not caring who saw it. And there was a blond,tanned, breast-enhanced starlet-wannabe in hot pants and a belly shirt rollerblading in a gracefulweaving pattern between all these people...But it was Father Hennessy who was getting the stares.<strong>The</strong> Mexican lady in the purple scarf, shooing her little boy inside her husband's souvenirshop, stared at Father Hennessy and crossed herself as he passed, and somehow he knew that ifshe crossed herself it was not because he was a priest - but because he was a priest who didn'tseem right somehow. A Japanese girl took a photo of him. <strong>The</strong> drunken trannie staggered awayfrom him, looking fearfully over her shoulder.People know the cursed, he thought. On some level, they know.He sighed, going up the narrow steps crammed between a souvenir shop and a d<strong>is</strong>countelectronics shop, that led to h<strong>is</strong> studio apartment. He really should find somewhere else to live.But it'd taken him a long time to properly shield the place and they wouldn't let him do it at all inthe priest's housing.He heard h<strong>is</strong> Filipino landlady talking in Tagalog to her husband on the flight above. Hehurried to unlock h<strong>is</strong> door and get inside h<strong>is</strong> apartment before she should catch him out here anddemand the rent. He was almost two weeks late again.He intoned h<strong>is</strong> usual prayers on arrival, but it was hard to concentrate with the no<strong>is</strong>e from thetelev<strong>is</strong>ion - he always left it on.<strong>The</strong> telev<strong>is</strong>ion on the end table by the bed, surrounded by a litter of bottles, sizzled with asnowy image of the Jerry Springer show. People shrieking at other people for the camera, theirfast-food-jowly faces contorted with rage. Those shows seemed to him as demonic, in their way,as any average possession case. But the case of the girl Consuela - that'd been something elseagain.Funny that John <strong>Constantine</strong>, no priest at all, could succeed where he'd failed. But then fewpriests could have succeeded on that one. <strong>Constantine</strong> was right. Something had been evenstranger than usual there.He took out h<strong>is</strong> carrying pint, found it empty, and dug another bottle from h<strong>is</strong> dresser's sockdrawer. He took a long pull of Early Times as he looked around the silvery, trashy box of aroom, thinking he'd have to come up with the rent or h<strong>is</strong> landlady would be in here again bitchingabout what he'd done to her property. Every inch of the walls was covered with aluminum foil,double thickness; the moldering, yellowed stacks of newspapers and magazines teetered at fourand five feet high; the furniture was covered in crosses and mystical symbols he'd scrivenedhimself with a Magic Marker.John would want him to remove the foil. It blurred the astral signals. It all had to come down.He had a bad feeling about th<strong>is</strong>. He should tell <strong>Constantine</strong> to go to-Well, no, he shouldn't tell him that. But he should just say no to surfing the astral planes,scrying for occult significance in the papers - it'd bring the Snufflers down on him. And he wasvery much afraid of seeing the Snufflers again...."Got to do it," he mumbled. "Owe John. And he's gonna give me money. Pay the rent."<strong>The</strong>re was another reason to. Low as he had sunk, Hennessy still sought ways to serve God. Hesuspected that <strong>Constantine</strong> was one of God's chess pieces - counterintuitive as that might seem attimes.Dreading the thought of removing h<strong>is</strong> protections, Father Hennessy put h<strong>is</strong> hand to the amuletaround h<strong>is</strong> neck - and then remembered it wasn't there. He took it out of h<strong>is</strong> pocket, looked at it,and reluctantly set it aside, hanging it on the telev<strong>is</strong>ion's rabbit ears. He turned the TV off, tookone last pull on the bourbon, then went around the room, tearing down the aluminum foil.<strong>The</strong> voices of the damned began almost immediately.
FIVE<strong>The</strong>re's something about a Sunset Boulevard motel room, <strong>Constantine</strong> thought, sitting on theedge of the bed and taking a judicious swig from the Jack Daniel's bottle, especially coming upto dawn: furn<strong>is</strong>hing semiotics saying that life <strong>is</strong> short and everything <strong>is</strong> trash - except how youfeel. That's what matters. So make yourself feel good and do it now. He chuckled, feeling thesweat cool him as it dried on h<strong>is</strong> naked flesh. How did he get all that from a cheap seascape, achipped dresser, a TV set showing MTV without the sound on, a butt-scarred blue carpet, bluecurtains, bedclothes in a rumpled heap? But that was the message."Oh shut up," he said aloud. "You're drunk.""You talking to someone I ain't aware of?" Ellie asked, passing the cigarette they were sharing.She wasn't asking it jokingly. She looked like she was in her early twenties, though of coursethere was no telling what age she really was. Lying on her belly beside him, her big eyesreflecting the Li'l Jon and the East Side Boyz video on the wall TV, she was naked too, but morecasual in it, like a cat comfortable in its fur. She was slender and curvaceous both; she was avixen and a sylph both. She was tautly muscular and languid both.He managed a short drag without coughing and handed the cigarette back. She got up on herknees and took the fifth of Jack."Lung cancer, huh?" she said. She drew deep, deep on the cigarette, and laughed softly - thesmoke jittering out with her laughter as she exhaled. "That's funny as shit, John." She drankfrom the bottle and put it on the floor."Yeah. Hilarious. So, Ellie - you didn't answer me before.... "'We got d<strong>is</strong>tracted. You seemed happy.""Sure. But uh - any unusual soul traffic, maybe? New prophecies? Strange artifacts turningup?"She put the cigarette in her mouth, squinting past the smoke, and began dragging her longfingernails up and down h<strong>is</strong> spine, smiling maliciously - he could see her in the mirror under theTV<strong>Constantine</strong> thought: Wall-mounted TV. Like in that waiting room for terminal cases..."Lung cancer, John! No wonder the Boss <strong>is</strong> in such a good mood."<strong>Constantine</strong> grimaced. <strong>The</strong> Boss.She rubbed and scratched, harder. "All those saints and martyrs slipping through h<strong>is</strong> grasp.H<strong>is</strong> own foot soldiers sent back to him in chunks...""Ellie…?""He's going to take all that out on you, John. He's going to enjoy ripping your soul to shredsuntil the end of time.""Ellie...""You're the one soul he'd actually come up here himself to collect if he could. And you knowhow much he desp<strong>is</strong>es th<strong>is</strong> place.""Ellie. A break here?"Ellie took the cigarette out of her mouth and blew a smoke ring. <strong>Constantine</strong> could hear acleaning woman pushing a cart by, outside the window.Ellie considered. She shrugged. "No. <strong>Not</strong>hing out of the ordinary in my day-to-day." Shereached down and got the bottle again, took a long pull. "And brother, that's saying something.""Is he really your boss?""<strong>Not</strong> really - I'm more like a contractor these days. If he was my boss, you'd be dead by now.I'd have killed you my own self."
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