Molly's Burger was unusually crowded, considering the late hour. <strong>Constantine</strong> and Angela saton stools outside, watching people trail in and out of the place; people sitting at the outdoortables; homeboys talking on the street comer nearby.<strong>Constantine</strong> pushed the remains of h<strong>is</strong> second burger away, feeling that he'd created an innerillusion of being filled; of being really here in th<strong>is</strong> world, and far from the astral nightmare he'djust escaped.He sat back, wanting a cigarette, but he decided he didn't want to subject Angela to the smoke.So he coughed a few times instead and drank some tea and said, just loud enough for Angelato hear, "God and the Devil. Oldest bad relationship in h<strong>is</strong>tory. Very, very competitive."Angels and demons can't cross over onto our plane. So instead we get what I call half-breeds.Say you were very good in life - or very, very bad - they wrap your soul up in human skin andsend you back here on m<strong>is</strong>sions. Rest in peace, my ass."He looked around at the people nearby. Most of them really were just people.Most of them.He lowered h<strong>is</strong> voice even more, leaning toward her. "<strong>The</strong>y look like us so they blend in...sent to dwell among humans. Those with the demons' touch, like those part-angel, livingalongside us. <strong>The</strong> half-breeds. <strong>The</strong>y can only wh<strong>is</strong>per in our ears. But a single word can giveyou courage. Or turn your favorite pleasure into your worst nightmare. <strong>The</strong>y call it the Balance."He drank some more tea. Was careful not to look at the thick-ankled lady with the fiery red hair,stumping past. Sensing she was one of them. He waited till she was out of earshot beforecontinuing. "So when a half-breed breaks the rules, tries to control free will, or hijacks a soul, Ideport h<strong>is</strong> sorry ass right back to Hell. I don't get them all, but I've been hoping to get enough toensure my retirement.""Your... retirement?""I'm a suicide, Angela. When I die the rules say I've got just one place to go."She stared at him. "Let me get th<strong>is</strong> straight. You're trying to buy your way into Heaven?"'What would you do if you were sentenced to pr<strong>is</strong>on where half the inmates were put there byyou?"Angela studied him. He felt like he was the madman, she the psychiatr<strong>is</strong>t. But what she saidnext made her sound like one of the crazies. "How does someone escape Hell?"He toyed with h<strong>is</strong> Styrofoam cup of tea. "I have no idea."She swallowed. Her voice was bitter. "Let me guess: God has a plan for all of us.""God's a kid with an ant farm, lady. He's not planning anything.""When we were little, Isabel saw things, too. Like you do."He snorted. W<strong>is</strong>hing she hadn't reminded him. "When I was a kid..."He seemed to see h<strong>is</strong> younger self - about ten years old - walking by the counter, the boy<strong>is</strong>hJohn <strong>Constantine</strong> in the room with them right now ....He watched the boy <strong>Constantine</strong>, followed himself with h<strong>is</strong> inner gaze, tracking th<strong>is</strong> youngapparition back into memory... explaining some of it to Angela as he took the journey."I saw things humans aren't supposed to see..." And he remembered:--<strong>The</strong> boy <strong>Constantine</strong>, a lean kid in jeans and jacket too big for him, with an unruly mop ofhair, walking down the hallway of h<strong>is</strong> apartment building. Passing an open door where anervous, wide-eyed woman with bru<strong>is</strong>es on her face was handing money to a monster.<strong>The</strong> monster gave her something back - a gun.<strong>Not</strong> a figurative monster. A man-shaped freak<strong>is</strong>h thing with all-black eyes, h<strong>is</strong> entire bodycovered with crawling, gnashing shit-colored cockroaches.<strong>The</strong> boy winced and bit h<strong>is</strong> lips but just kept walking. Best he not say anything about th<strong>is</strong> toanyone else. He'd learned that other people couldn't see the monsters the way he did...
--Now, <strong>Constantine</strong> closed h<strong>is</strong> eyes. "I saw things you shouldn't have to see, Angela...."And he remembered:--<strong>The</strong> boy <strong>Constantine</strong> on a city bus that barreled through the streets, rocking as it went. Someof the passengers on the late-night bus were human. Most. But some of the...<strong>The</strong>re was an old woman, a baby, and two teenagers, a boy and a girl, sitting together - fine,except they all had leathery skin and tails that switched and twitched and mouths full of fangs.<strong>The</strong> baby bared its fangs and grimaced nastily at him; the teens grinned and licked their filedinc<strong>is</strong>ors.--<strong>Constantine</strong> turned to Angela. Hesitated."Go on," she said.She was l<strong>is</strong>tening raptly, but with a look on her face that made <strong>Constantine</strong> wonder if shebelieved him made him wonder if she'd started to doubt what'd happened in the apartment. Didshe think he was trying to con her? But then, she'd seen the flying demons; she couldn'trationalize those away. Though it was amazing what people could find "rational" explanationsfor..."My parents did what any parents would do," <strong>Constantine</strong> said softly, "when their kid tellsthem that he's seeing the souls of sinners in the streets. Seeing demons d<strong>is</strong>gu<strong>is</strong>ed as people.Seeing monsters. <strong>The</strong>y showed their great fucking concern for me - by putting me in the mentalhospital."And he remembered:--<strong>The</strong> two men in white coats - big, bored but implacable - were dragging the fourteen-year-oldJohn <strong>Constantine</strong> onto a table, strapping him into the restraints even as he writhed in their grip,as he shrank from the straps they buckled onto h<strong>is</strong> head, tried to shake off the electrodes thatwould give him electroshock "therapy."<strong>The</strong> doctor approached him and the boy screamed, seeing that the doctor had no face, no faceat all... just a mocking pink blankness and those horribly expressive hands, reaching for theequipment....--"Electroshock therapy…," Angela muttered.He nodded. "Very… therapeutic."She sighed. "<strong>The</strong>y did that to Isabel, too. It never helped. But they kept doing it anyway."''<strong>The</strong> 'therapy' made it worse." He smiled ruefully.And then remembered the last step in the creation of the man he was now: "<strong>The</strong> last placethey sent me was run by the church...."--<strong>The</strong> sixteen-year-old John <strong>Constantine</strong> in the small, nearly bare concrete cell of a rectory.Crouched in a corner, as far as he could get from the priest in a surplice who stood over him,performing the ritual of exorc<strong>is</strong>m, incanting the words, and flicking holy water on him...,"Reverend Father decided I was possessed .... "A second priest came out of the shadows in the corner of the cell - if bred by those shadows -and came closer, to watch with a secret glee, licking h<strong>is</strong> lips, eyes bright... and covered withfeeding bugs, something far worse than cockroaches, for each had a parody of a human face:
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