who. Lucifer and h<strong>is</strong> boys. Demons are the wolves that roam that spiritual wilderness. And theyprey on you out there. So you've put your own self outside God's grace - th<strong>is</strong> <strong>is</strong> the story I'veheard, anyway - and God says, 'Sorry, nothing personal, y'all, I'd like to help, but - you're on yourown out there, pal'. And since you're alone in the wilderness, you get eaten. But it's not like theBig Guy - or Big Girl, or Androgyne, depending on how you see God - it's not like the BigCosmic Dude wrote a rule book and arbitrarily said, 'Die and you go to Hell for all eternity.' <strong>The</strong>consequence of suicide <strong>is</strong> just sort of built into things. It's part of the spiritual physics - just in thenature of the universe. But I'll tell you something else, Angela: It's not as if He She or It couldn'tcome and get you out of the Outer Darkness, if He, She, or It really wanted to, and that's the partthat p<strong>is</strong>ses me off, because I never asked to be born into all these rules....""People say that, about not asking to be born," Angela said musingly. "But actually - how doyou know you didn't ask to be born? Where were you, before you were here - before you wereborn? Do you remember? Maybe you ex<strong>is</strong>ted in some way. Maybe you did ask to be born."<strong>Constantine</strong> grunted: close as he came to even prov<strong>is</strong>ional agreement on that <strong>is</strong>sue. Thinking:Hidden depths to th<strong>is</strong> woman. He started to comment but the coughing interrupted him."How bad <strong>is</strong> it?" she asked after a moment. "I mean - whatever it <strong>is</strong> you're sick from."He sighed. He'd been treasuring the notion that sometime before the end she'd somehowmiraculously find him desirable and they might... get closer yet. <strong>The</strong> other kind of intimacy. Butwho wanted to get involved with a terminal cancer patient right before he goes down?If she did - then it'd probably be for all the wrong reasons. But it was no good lying to her."It's bad," he said. "Lung cancer."She didn't say anything for a while. <strong>The</strong>y paused on a comer to look around. <strong>The</strong>y wereoutside what looked like a gay d<strong>is</strong>co, with people just leaving after last call. Laughing couples - afew of them bickering - in skintight pants and muscle shirts, milling on the sidewalk. <strong>The</strong> musicsome variant of trance; through the open door, <strong>Constantine</strong> could see a mirror ball throwing offlight, spinning like a planet designed by a god with bad taste."When we were little," Angela said suddenly, "Isabel saw things too. Like you did. And..."Her purse started to chime. She dug through it, found her cell phone, flipped it open."Lieutenant Dodson..." Her expression darkened. ''I'm nearby. Yeah. Send a car over...."--"Just a block or so away from here," Detective Xavier was saying, "there's a morgue...."<strong>The</strong>y stood in the shambles of the liquor store, amid alcohol and blood and broken glass.Angela and Xavier were there, where Father Hennessy had had h<strong>is</strong> rampage, along with threeuniformed cops. John <strong>Constantine</strong> was leaning against the door frame behind them.Mostly he was just thinking about Hennessy. Figuring th<strong>is</strong> was h<strong>is</strong> fault, somehow. <strong>Not</strong>liking the feeling."And th<strong>is</strong> guy" - We<strong>is</strong>s indicated Hennessy's body - "was also over at that morgue. Securityguard was saying he was 'handling' a girl's body.""What was he doing to her?"Xavier just shook h<strong>is</strong> head. "Comes in here, has a go at the entire stock. Alcohol po<strong>is</strong>oning.Guy drank himself to death in under a minute. Should have been l in my fraternity."Xavier noticed <strong>Constantine</strong> and snorted. "What the hell <strong>is</strong> he doing here?"<strong>Constantine</strong> picked h<strong>is</strong> way carefully across the floor to squat close beside Hennessy. Staringat the bloated body."Hey!" A uniformed cop noticing <strong>Constantine</strong> came over to intervene. "Get away from there-"Angela stepped in between <strong>Constantine</strong> and the cop, flashing her badge. "Body's worked up andtagged, right? Just leave him be."<strong>Constantine</strong> took in the gouge on Hennessy's hand; the blood on h<strong>is</strong> face. He pattedHennessy's coat - found the protective amulet in a pocket. Drew it out, hefted it for a moment,thinking:
Would he still be alive if I'd let him keep wearing th<strong>is</strong>?"Shit," <strong>Constantine</strong> murmured. "Why didn't you call me…" H<strong>is</strong> voice was strangely tender ashe added, "you son of a bitch."He looked again at the corkscrew wound in Hennessy's palm. A pattern in the blood.... Hardto make it out....He looked around, found some ice in the wine freezer, brought it back, pushed it intoHennessy's palm, wiping away dried blood. <strong>Not</strong> a random cut, no. It was a kind of bloodyinsignia.<strong>Constantine</strong> found a paper bag, pressed it to the palm, looked at the paper. <strong>The</strong> residual bloodhad made an imprint. He'd seen th<strong>is</strong> circular symbol before.He stood and looked one last time at the remains of Father Hennessy - once a compatriot inbattle, even a friend, before the booze took hold.But all the while, even when he was grubbing for h<strong>is</strong> next drink, he was a better man than me,<strong>Constantine</strong> thought. And I've been treating him like crap. He deserved better.''I'm sorry, Father."He turned away, suspecting - feeling it, really that Hennessy was at peace. Maybe in a waythat John <strong>Constantine</strong> would never be.He turned to Angela. "I need to see where Isabel died."--"Th<strong>is</strong> part of East L.A. used to be kind of tony," Angela said, looking out at the vacant lots anddecaying high-r<strong>is</strong>es around Ravenscar as they walked out onto the hospital roof. "But when theeconomy went south..."<strong>Constantine</strong> sensed that Angela was trying to keep her mind busy, by thinking about theneighborhood. Th<strong>is</strong> was a painful place for her to v<strong>is</strong>it.<strong>The</strong>y reached the rim of the roof where Isabel had jumped to her death, and gazed out at theglimmering corpus of the nighttime city. <strong>The</strong> city pulsed with light amid swaths of velvetdarkness, its energy only a little dimin<strong>is</strong>hed so far past midnight. <strong>Constantine</strong> thought it was likea delirious fever patient in a dormant, semicomatose state, still twitching in its sleep, stillsweating, soon to awaken babbling.And <strong>Constantine</strong> could feel Isabel's suicide here - feel it like a recent, aching burn on h<strong>is</strong> skin.Terminal patients, he thought. Isabel, Los Angeles - and me. One down, two to go: me next.Los Angeles gave off a background vehicular rumbling - softer at th<strong>is</strong> hour but always there.Jets bringing in tour<strong>is</strong>ts thumped the air from LAX. A siren wailed from somewhere nearby.Was that a d<strong>is</strong>tant gunshot? Another? A drive - by, perhaps.<strong>The</strong> city continued to mumble to itself: the screech of brakes, the grumble of a semitruck, acar driving nearby with its woofers booming out a hiphop beat. Someone gets shot - or someonejumps to their death from a hospital roof - and the city shrugs and goes on."Let's go down to the place she... where she fell to," <strong>Constantine</strong> said gently.<strong>The</strong>y went back in, found the elevators, rode in silence down to hydrotherapy. <strong>Constantine</strong>thought he ought to say something to comfort her - only, he was pretty rotten at comfortingpeople. She led the way to the pool. Police tape still around it.Barely audible when she spoke. "I guess she was always trying to decipher it all. Make senseof it. Seances, Ouija boards, channeling... Our dad thought she was just trying to get attention."She took a long breath. Chuckled sadly. "She certainly did that. She'd tell everyone about thethings she said she saw. Crazy things. Monsters. Like you saw. She'd scare my mother to death.<strong>The</strong>n one day she just stopped talking - for almost a year."<strong>Constantine</strong> looked at her. <strong>The</strong>n away. It was so horribly inevitable: "So you had hercommitted."Angela's outbreath was ragged. "<strong>The</strong> first time no one tells you. You don't know how tohandle it. What are you supposed to do?"
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