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It's been ages since I
last wrote any Chastine, but now that my story is updatable again I
hope that my style is still ok. Anyway, here's the next chapter.

Chapter 2 – Hi, I'm Chas!

Something was poking
his chest. John dully registered the sensation while he slowly came
out of unconsciousness. His reflexes
trained by years of fighting against demons he immediately tried to
open his eyes, just to quickly close them again to shield them from
the bright light of the afternoon sun.

Afternoon sun? His mind
was still slightly fuzzy, but he was aware enough to notice that he
definitely wasn't in Chas' hospital room anymore. Not only was the
constant beeping of lifesaving machines completely absent, but there
was also bright laughter filling his ears.

Lifting his hand up to
shield his eyes John cautiously opened them, his mouth almost falling
open in shocked surprise as he stared at the vision in front of him.
A small child, maybe two or three, was curiously peering at his face,
a shiny red ball tightly held in it's small chubby hands.

“Hi, I'm Chas! Who are you?”

Chas? Maybe something
during the ritual had gone wrong and he was still in a dream state,
because it just didn't make sense that a small child told him that he
was his apprentice, who was supposedly deep asleep in his own mind.

But as soon as John
took a closer look at the little boy, his doubts were blown away. He
would have recognized these eyes and the cute curly hair everywhere.
It still didn't make much sense that Chas was now a small child, but
maybe he could at least help him.

“I'm John.” If he was
honest John had no idea how to talk to the much younger Chas, barely
having managed to talk to the older one. He had never bothered about
kids since the little brats usually managed to get on his nerves
faster than Balthazar could. Considering the fact that the half-breed
annoyed him on sight, this was quite an achievement.

“Will you play with me? I
never have anybody to play with, because nobody comes here. It is so
boring.”

John managed to stifle
his gruff answer just in time, quickly reminding himself that he
needed Chas' help. “Can you tell me where we are?”

“In my mind. Will you now play
with me?”

The little brat
definitely had to be Chas, since he was just as annoying as the older
version. But at least he now had an idea where he was, even if the
thought that he was somehow inside Chas' mind was strange. Now he
only needed to figure out where the present version of Chas was
hiding and he could finally wake him up.

“I don't have time for this, I
need to find somebody.”

The pout that
immediately spread over the little boy's face was exactly the same
that the real Chas had so frequently tried to use on him. Even then
it had taken his whole strength to resist giving in to whatever his
apprentice wanted, but with the added prompt of tears pooling in
Chas' eyes he simply couldn't stand it.

Silently cursing the
soft spot he seemed to not only have for his apprentice, but also for
this younger version of Chas John sighed. “I'll play with you,
but only if you tell me if there are older versions of you around
here.”

The pout was almost
instantly replaced by a broad smile, that unconsciously
made John smile a little too. As soon as he registered what he was
doing he let the smile vanish again, but Chas was already too intend
on going to notice it, otherwise he would have put another pout on
his face. “Yeah, there are many of us living at the house. We
can play in my room.” John barely had time to register what was
going on, when the boy had already grabbed his hand and pulled him
along.

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The 'house' Chas had
spoken about proofed to be an extremely small, colorful structure
with yellow walls, a red roof and shiny, green windows. His mind
screamed at him that the brat was probably playing a trick on him,
since there was no way that a few different versions of Chas would
fit in there, but his experience told him that the normal logic
didn't necessarily have to apply to the
world he was currently in.

Ducking his head to fit through the small door John entered the
house, surprised to find himself in a room, that was larger than the
whole house had looked from the outside. Maybe this was the
complexity Midnite had spoken about. Trying to keep up with his small
guide John almost stumbled over all kinds of toys that were
chaotically strewn all over the floor.

Finally coming to a stop Chas sat down on a small bed, waving a
book in the air. “I want you to read to me. My mommy and daddy
never have time and I can't read.” The fact that Chas' parents
obviously had never had time for him angered John, even though he had
known that before. But the pleading look in Chas' eyes was enough to
get even his usually quite cold heart to melt, so he wordlessly
picked up the book.

“Which story do you want to hear?”

“The one about the scary monsters.” Well, that just
figured.

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Three stories later the brat had finally fallen asleep and John
was cursing himself for giving in to Chas' requests. He had for a
short while completely lost focus of why he was here and this worried
him. He never lost focus of what he wanted until he had it and his
own unusually nice behavior was almost creepy.

But that was what Chas had always been like, from the first moment
they met. It was true that he constantly annoyed John, but if he
hadn't had such a soft spot for the kid he would probably have kicked
him out after five seconds, like he had done with the three
apprentices before him.

Quickly snatching back the hand that had reached out to smooth
over Chas' chaotic curls John got up from the bed, hoping that he
would soon find the version of Chas he needed. He had no idea how
long he had already spend in Chas' mind, but obviously time didn't
really exist here.

There had to be some kind of exit that would get him out of the
room full of toys he was currently in. John had planned to ask the
younger version of Chas, but he had never gotten around to it since
every time he was about to ask Chas had
demanded another story.

Hadn't he just passed that particular shelf of toys a few minutes
ago? The endless rows of tows and playthings were driving him insane.
Had Chas really owned all that stuff or were it just things he had
always wished for? Whatever it was, it was granting on John's nerves
and he was about to viciously kick one of the offending shelves when
he heard voices.

They were still very quiet and far away, but he thought that he
could make out a voice that sounded almost like Chas. Finally.
Turning in the direction the sound came from he ran along the
shelves, hoping to find them before they were gone. The voices were
growing louder, leading him to a wall with a single door. Not knowing
what he would find behind it John braced himself before opening it.

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Mirrors. Hundreds of them. John could see his own refection
looking back at him, confusion clearly etched onto his features. Why
was a part of Chas' mind a labyrinth of mirrors? The exorcist had no
idea, but he was fairly certain that he would somehow have to get
through it.

His footsteps echoed on the concrete
floor, the voices he had heard earlier now completely silent. But
they had been there. Wherever he looked his own reflection was
staring back at him and he had to stifle
the urge to just smash the mirrors in.

Trying to look at the ground instead of around himself John was
surprised when he suddenly heard yelling. He couldn't make out the
exact words, but he thought he heard Chas' name and the voices
sounded angry.

Worry for his apprentice immediately settling in his heart John
tried to run in the direction the voices came from, but he only
encountered more mirrors. He tried not to look at them, the slightly
panicked expression on his face something he didn't want to be
confronted with.

Then he saw a movement out of the corner of his eye and had to
turn towards the mirrors. But they weren't really mirrors anymore
since all of them showed Chas' parents and sometimes even Chas. They
were yelling at his apprentice, the voices growing louder and louder
in Constantine's ears.

He could sympathize with the Chas cowering between his screaming
parents, since no matter where he ran the noise never stopped. The
insults the parents flung at his apprentice made him cringe in pain,
not only because they hurt the Chas he saw, but also because they
reminded him so much of his own parents and the way they had treated
him.

Out. He needed to get out or the voices would drive him mad. But
when he rounded the next corner, there was finally some blessed
silence.

TBC...
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