madman, yet freighted with meaning as fully as any language.<strong>Constantine</strong> had never been in th<strong>is</strong> part of the hospital, but he knew he was going the rightway. He had extended h<strong>is</strong> psychic feelers - and felt the fever<strong>is</strong>h rage of Hell crackling in the air,in th<strong>is</strong> direction, as a firefighter feels heat on h<strong>is</strong> face from a flame hidden in the wall. <strong>The</strong>re -that way. <strong>The</strong> sign on the door read: MAINTENANCE.<strong>Constantine</strong> figured they were right on the edge of the spiritual black hole sucking at the heartof the hospital; a few strides more and they'd be well inside it. He looked at Chaz, wonderinghow he was going to deal with th<strong>is</strong>. <strong>Constantine</strong> himself wasn't sure he could handle it - and he'dbeen to Hell itself, more than once; but h<strong>is</strong> Holy Shotgun was slippery in h<strong>is</strong> hands with h<strong>is</strong> ownsweat.''I'm okay," Chaz said as <strong>Constantine</strong> glanced at him."I didn't ask," <strong>Constantine</strong> said.He nodded toward the door to the maintenance tunnels. Looked at Chaz inquiringly.Chaz knew what that meant. <strong>The</strong>y'd agreed on what h<strong>is</strong> m<strong>is</strong>sion would be - it was, after all,h<strong>is</strong> idea. But there was more to their splitting up here than that - <strong>Constantine</strong> could have gonealone, after all.<strong>The</strong>y had to split up to increase what leverage they had by coming at the enemy from twodirections. Maybe one of them could catch the demons unawares while the other one drew theirfire...<strong>The</strong> other one - whichever - might be like a goat, staked out as a lure for the wolves.Do what you have to do, <strong>Constantine</strong> told himself. <strong>The</strong>re are bigger <strong>is</strong>sues at stake here thana "goat", than any single human being. And maybe you'll get there in time to stop the wolvesfrom feeding... maybe.But <strong>Constantine</strong> waited. He was waiting for Chaz to make up h<strong>is</strong> mind about going off on h<strong>is</strong>own. It was a dec<strong>is</strong>ion he couldn't make for him. He couldn't order him to do it.<strong>The</strong>re was a long, lonely, fate-charged moment.<strong>Constantine</strong> almost hoped he'd say no.Chaz swallowed hard - and nodded. He pushed through the door marked MAINTENANCE.<strong>Constantine</strong> almost went after him. But Chaz had ins<strong>is</strong>ted on coming, carrying h<strong>is</strong> ownweight. He'd have to take the r<strong>is</strong>ks that went with going from apprentice to magician.--<strong>The</strong> light was so feeble here. Chaz seemed to hear it whimper.He was walking down a low-ceilinged corridor lined in water-beaded pipes, holes tawdrilyplugged with rags, some oozing reeking sewage. Pipes ran overhead, pipes ran to the right andleft, exuding a humid closeness that threatened to choke him; that wanted to choke him. <strong>The</strong> airwanted to kill him, he thought, the air-He caught himself hyperventilating, and thought:Get a grip, you dumb asshole. You're psyching yourself out! Take charge of yourself oryou're going to panic and drown in demon-spit!He knew that it was possible that something was attacking him, psychically: psychologicalattack was the most fundamental weapon in the demons' arsenal. <strong>The</strong>y took pride, as oldScrewtape had pointed out, in allowing the humans to destroy themselves. A suggestion here, alittle numbness there, an encouragement to sleepwalk through life, and human beings could becounted on to stumble into all the holes in the road of ex<strong>is</strong>tence.But demonic attack or just panic, it didn't matter:Fighting it was about being present enough to command himself, as <strong>Constantine</strong> and all themystical books had taught him.Chaz took a deep breath, and repeated a mantra he knew would bring on a certain degree ofalpha state. H<strong>is</strong> heart rate slowed; h<strong>is</strong> breathing eased. He hefted h<strong>is</strong> gun and took a few stridesfarther...
And there it was: a place where the corridor opened into a utility room dominated by a bigtank, on the side of which was a sticker showing a flame.He reached into h<strong>is</strong> coat, found the relic that Midnite had given him. He unwrapped the cloth,revealing the bright silver Chr<strong>is</strong>tian cross. He looked the tank over, found the cap on the tank,unscrewed it, and held the cross over it.And he began to pray, to use the ancient words he knew by heart. Reaching out with h<strong>is</strong>psychic field, as <strong>Constantine</strong> had taught him, summoning, conducting, directing....--<strong>Constantine</strong> felt the air seem to thicken with malignancy as he approached the turn in thecorridor. He sensed that around that corner things would come to a head. That turn in thehallway was the cornering of h<strong>is</strong> own destiny...He was aware - he could feel it - that h<strong>is</strong> whole life had been building toward th<strong>is</strong> moment. Hethought about Angela, and Chaz, and he figured they were going to go the way of the otherswho'd gotten close to him.He remembered Gary Lester. He had been in a band, singing, with Gary - a new wave bandcalled Mucous Membrane that used to play on the same bill with Obsession, Jerry Cornelius, andBauhaus. Gary had only wanted to play bass, but getting involved with <strong>Constantine</strong> in any wayhad a tendency to be a wrong turn, for all too many people - and <strong>Constantine</strong>'d had to sacrificeGary to the demon Mnemoth, so that he and Midnite could stop Mnemoth from eating New YorkCity alive. Sure, getting involved with Mnemoth in the first place had been Gary's own doing.But it was <strong>Constantine</strong> who'd gotten Gary interested in the supernatural. Trusting, drug-addictedGary Lester. Poor son of a bitch. <strong>Constantine</strong> sometimes still saw h<strong>is</strong> ghost, trailing after him....<strong>The</strong>re was no forgetting Astra Logue, either - the young girl had been an innocent bystander,caught in the cross fire when he'd botched the summoning of a dark spirit; pitiful little Astra hadbeen sucked screaming down to Hell in the demon's psychic slipstream.He'd done two years in th<strong>is</strong> very institution, in another wing of Ravenscar, after that, trying toget over h<strong>is</strong> sense of responsibility. Trying to let magic alone once and for all. But magicwouldn't let John <strong>Constantine</strong> alone; he was already notorious in the astral world. He was amarked man. Perhaps a cursed man.After all, he'd murdered h<strong>is</strong> own twin brother in the womb, or so h<strong>is</strong> father had claimed. <strong>The</strong>Golden Boy had been strangled by <strong>Constantine</strong>'s umbilicus: born dead. H<strong>is</strong> own dead twin wasone of the reasons he was shaken up by th<strong>is</strong> close encounter with Angela and Isabel.He was lucky that the first love of h<strong>is</strong> life - the Ir<strong>is</strong>h girl, Kit Ryan - hadn't been murdered bythe far-right extrem<strong>is</strong>ts he'd p<strong>is</strong>sed off back in 1993. <strong>The</strong>y'd come close. She'd felt betrayed whenhe'd resorted to magic again, after he'd prom<strong>is</strong>ed to leave it alone, and she'd left him for good.Best thing for her too, he'd decided. He wondered if she was still alive....Maybe the First of the Fallen - Satan, whom <strong>Constantine</strong> had frustrated so many times - hadtaken revenge on him by going after Kit. She could be addicted to heroin, selling herself foranother fix somewhere, for all he knew; she could be dead in an alley somewhere, with ratschewing on her face, right now...No, he told himself. Don't think that way. You're playing Satan's game when you assume the worst.That’s what he wants you to do. <strong>The</strong>se thoughts could well be a psychological attack from one of h<strong>is</strong>mind-demons. She’s all right… somewhere, somehow, Kit <strong>is</strong> all right. She has to be.Still, the memories intruded, shoving into h<strong>is</strong> mind like foul-smelling drunks pushing theirway into an already crowded elevator. <strong>The</strong>re was Rick the Vic - a Brit<strong>is</strong>h vicar who'd emigratedto the States and befriended <strong>Constantine</strong>, and probably w<strong>is</strong>hed he hadn't. Rick hadn't been clearabout h<strong>is</strong> own theology, killed himself to avoid facing Satan full-on, after getting entangled with<strong>Constantine</strong>, and found himself facing Satan in Hell.And Nigel Archer - mildly psychic, a political ideal<strong>is</strong>t. <strong>Constantine</strong> had used him to summonthe blade-demon Calibrax<strong>is</strong>, then embroiled him in an attempt to destroy Satan himself.
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