Let go, he urged her, mentally. If you're going, go!<strong>The</strong>re - he felt the doorway begin to open, the room's lighting pulsating, each pulsation makingthe light dimmer.<strong>The</strong> water began to boil, roiling and steaming.H<strong>is</strong> gaze caught a drop of water at the faucet, quivering, hanging there about to fall, thenfalling and stopping in midair. From the corners of h<strong>is</strong> eyes he saw a black mossy growthcreeping up the wall; cracks forming, oozing blood and acid; from somewhere far away the soundof a million million chewing mandibles.Time ceased, then gave a lurch.... <strong>The</strong> drop fell.Angela thrashed in the water, her eyes wide screaming underwater. <strong>The</strong> water muffled thescream but the bubbles surged frantically from her mouth.He pulled her to a sitting position. She coughed, and wailed, and coughed water again... andrecommenced screaming, clutching at him, flinging herself from the bathtub, and knocking himback onto the tiled floor, water sloshing over them both.Her screams became a wailing again... and then merely a moan. She lay there on him,trembling."Oh God, John. All those people. Isabel." She was sobbing now. I’ve always known wherethe bad guys are… where to find them... where to aim, when to duck. …I can see.... I've alwaysknown.... And I sent them there! To think I sent them there!"She squeezed her eyes shut. Her hands began to flutter at the air, as if conjuring - purely fromsome dormant instinct."Angela?”She looked at him then. "Someone was here...." She jumped to her feet and ran out of theroom. <strong>Constantine</strong> stared after her in surpr<strong>is</strong>e - then followed.Soaking wet, she ran out of the apartment, into the parking lot, through the still - open sidedoor into the bowling alley. <strong>Constantine</strong> followed, wheezing. "Wait, dammit! Slow down, tellme what-"But now she'd gone through the door into the maintenance corridor behind the pin settingmachines. <strong>Constantine</strong> caught up with her halfway down the corridor."It was h<strong>is</strong>, rolling-," Angela said, her eyes wild. "<strong>Not</strong> a ball - something smaller. Shiny."She reached Beeman's little living area, cordoned off with yellow tape now. <strong>The</strong> outline of h<strong>is</strong>body chalked on the floor."He's watching him die," she said, as if she were seeing it now. "Like eating. A kind offeeding. Good. Full. So good..."She looked around, sensing something. <strong>Constantine</strong> almost picked it up too - but he let herhave her head. She had let her talent out of the bag, and it needed freedom to blossom.She was staring at the catch trough where the bowling balls would be caught up after strikingthe pins. She reached down, plucked up a coin. A gold coin. Moving it dreamily, now, acrossthe tops of her fingers in a familiar motion.<strong>Constantine</strong> stared at the cold coin. "Balthazar," he said.--He'd found some dry clothes for her. One of h<strong>is</strong> old button-up shirts, some jeans that more orless fit. Now Angela watched as <strong>Constantine</strong> took the Chr<strong>is</strong>tian relics from a d<strong>is</strong>play cabinet inh<strong>is</strong> apartment.<strong>The</strong> pure platinum "Flask of Divinity"..."<strong>The</strong>y're all Chr<strong>is</strong>tian relics? What about Islam and Buddh<strong>is</strong>m? Don't they have anyrelevance?""Sure. But these work for me best because I come from a Chr<strong>is</strong>tian culture." He held theornate flask up in the sunset light coming through the window. Silver-tinted rose. "Myunderstanding of their significance adds to their power - which <strong>is</strong> formed by their h<strong>is</strong>tory in the
struggle with darkness. But there <strong>is</strong>n't anyone religion, one set of relics and rules, that decidesthings. And if you look close at them, all religions have certain basics in common. Stuff like...oh, you'll find some version of the Golden Rule in all of them. <strong>The</strong>y all fit into the divine bigpicture somehow. Different symbols for the same kinds of things... and a Devil called Satan inour culture <strong>is</strong> called Ibl<strong>is</strong> in the Muslim culture, or Shaytan but it's the same guy. Gabriel's calledsomething else by the Hindus. Of course, the Chr<strong>is</strong>tians get some shit wrong - and so do, say, theNative Americans, and for that matter everyone else. <strong>Not</strong> that I have the inside track myself - Ijust know a little more than some. But you want to really know, you got to have gnos<strong>is</strong>....""Have what?"He looked w<strong>is</strong>tfully at the golden, rose-tinged light that was turning the window intotemporary stained glass. "Direct knowledge of the divine essence, girlfriend, the ground of being- you need to trust God for that, see. I don't trust anyone. Or anything. <strong>Not</strong> very far."She didn't speak for a moment, as he put the petrified husk from the River of Life in h<strong>is</strong> bag.<strong>The</strong>n she asked, softly, "You think you could ever learn to?""Learn to what?" But he knew. He was just stalling."Trust. Someone.""I..." He shrugged. "It doesn't matter now."He didn't say the rest aloud: Now that I'm dying.An uncomfortable silence, then. He felt he had to say something more. Bandage the silence."I almost trusted Beeman. So of course I had to lose him...." He felt the anger in him then. Heremembered a line from a Public Image Ltd. song:"Anger <strong>is</strong> an energy... anger <strong>is</strong> an energy!"H<strong>is</strong> smile made Angela shiver. "Damned right it <strong>is</strong>," he said aloud."So you're going to kill Balthazar? Can you just kill him? What about the Balance you toldme about?""<strong>The</strong> half-breed tipped the scales when he started killing my friends. I'm just adding somecounterweight."He took down a finely inlaid Chr<strong>is</strong>tian cross of silver and steel, oddly shaped pieces arrangedsymmetrically. He took it apart, and reassembled it in a new shape. <strong>The</strong> Holy Shotgun. Whathad been its base was now a drum for its ammunition. A crosspiece that had been the arms of thecrucifix now projected at right angles from the gun barrel as an additional handhold."That's a gun of some kind?" she asked, with a professional interest."A special gun. Sort of like the Ace of Winchesters. Remind me to tell you about thatsometime."It was still cruciform in shape, but it broke down like a shotgun when he put the special roundinto it. He turned and fired it down the long length of the apartment; the gun roared and theshotgun pellets left a trail of flame before blasting apart a carton of Lucky Strikes.
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