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Lately I've been a bit
writer's block-y when it comes to writing Constantine, but I finally
finished a new chapter. Thanks to zeegermans for leaving me a review.

Chapter 3 – Sweets and school

The silence only lasted
for a few blessed moments before the sound of quiet
weeping filled the room. Once again looking at the mirrors John found
that they now showed a graveyard, a young boy kneeling
in front of a relatively fresh grave. The exorcist didn't need to see
the boy's face to know that it was Chas, the curly mop of hair
peeking out from under a cap was simply unmistakable.

Stifling
the urge to reach out for the mirrors and try to console his weeping
apprentice John walked on. He had never been one for caring about
other people's misery, but Chas had been an exception
to that rule, just as much as he had been to all the other constants
in Constantine's life.

Sure, he never admitted
it out loud and most days simply treated the kid like shit, but that
had never meant that he didn't care. Sometimes he even treated Chas
worse than everyone else, simply because he cared too much. Sighing
John looked at the floor in front of him as
he walked, hoping that he would soon get out of the labyrinth.

The cemetery
had been replaced by a shabby looking apartment, but the weeping was
still present. John still tried to keep his attention away from the
mirrors. He didn't want to see Chas' crying figure huddled together
on a couch that must have had it's better days ten years ago.

But the look of the
apartment Chas obviously had grown up in at least answered his
question whether or not Chas had really owned all the toys from the
earlier room. Compared to the shit hole his apprentice had been
forced to live in his own flat looked like fresh out of a luxurious,
style catalog.

John hadn't even
noticed that he had stopped and was staring at the mirrors, but as
soon as he became aware of it Midnite's words popped up in his head
again. He had to stop getting lost in his thoughts, because of the
things he saw. They reflected Chas, but they were nothing but
memories of his apprentice and lingering on them wouldn't help in
bringing Chas back to him.

Steeling his resolve
John looked down and backed away, just to whip his head up again as
the quiet weeping was overshadowed by a loud drunk voice. Chas'
father had appeared in the mirror, yelling at Chas to get him more
beer and clean the flat.

His anger was
immediately boiling up again, the wish to put his fist in the drunken
asshole's face almost overwhelming. It was mixed with guilt about the
times when he had been drunk himself and treated Chas quite similar,
but mostly it was pure, protective rage. John managed to control
himself barely, his nails digging into his skin as he balled his
hands to fists. There was no use in smashing the mirrors, it were
only memories.

But the moment Chas was
hit by his father John completely forgot his former resolve, his fist
connecting with the mirror. It splintered in a thousand sparkling
pieces, shards of glass cutting his skin and falling to the ground.
Some of them were covered in his blood, but John couldn't have cared
less at the moment. The only thing that mattered was that it had
stopped, that the mirrors were finally showing nothing but his own
reflection.

And there was another
good thing his outburst had revealed. Behind the broken mirror John
could see a door. It was almost completely hidden in shadows, but
hopefully it would lead him somewhere else.

Carefully stepping
through the remains of the mirror John tried to avoid cutting himself
on the shards still sticking to the frame, but a single piece still
nicked his arm. Cursing loudly at the cut in his two
hundred dollar shirt he walked towards the door. His hand was
aching from the small wounds scattered all over it, but he could
easily stand the little pain. After all
compared to the pain he had suffered in hell it was less than
insignificant.

John opened the door,
his mouth suddenly falling open in shock at the sight in front of
him.

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There was chocolate,
tons of chocolate and every kind of candy he had ever seen before,
and even some he hadn't. Turning around John found that the door he
had just stepped through had vanished,
leaving him right in the middle of Chas' very own sweet
paradise.

Looking around himself
John couldn't spot a single thing that wasn't made out of some kind
of candy and the sweet smell of chocolate assaulting his nostrils
almost made him smile, because it reminded him of Chas.

This room wasn't as
surprising as the last had been, considering the vast amount of
sweets Chas seemed to practically inhale every day, usually greatly
distracting him with it. It was just too sexy to watch the kid suck
on some kind of candy bar, immediately sending images of the kid's
lips wrapped around his cock through his mind.

John had long ago lost
count of the many times he had snapped at Chas, simply because he had
been eating his sweets in that unconsciously
erotic way, sending his libido into overdrive. Trying to push these
thoughts out of his mind the exorcist
started to explore his sugary surroundings, hoping to find another
version of Chas to help him out.

Sugar cane trees topped
with cotton candy, meadows of liquorice and dark chocolate crunching
under his feet wherever he stepped, but no Chas. Time once again
seemed to have sped up as he walked along a river of molten
chocolate. The sweet smell that had reminded him of Chas in the first
few moments had begun to sicken him, invading his senses even though
John tried his best to keep it out.

It just wouldn't go
away. John almost sighed in relief as he spotted a house in the
distance. It was made of gingerbread and decorated with chocolate
chips and white icing and John almost expected a fairy-tale witch to
look out of one of the windows.

But instead of an old,
gnarled woman he caught a glimpse of Chas. It lasted only a second
before his apprentice vanished from the window again, but John had
recognized him anyway. There was simply no mistaking the curly hair
topped off with Chas' customary cap.

Hurrying over to the
chocolate door John quickly ripped it open. He ignored the sticky,
molten chocolate on his fingers as he stepped into the darkness.

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Just to step out into a rundown school
corridor, rows of doors on each of his sides. He wasn't one to give
up easily, but the amount of doors he was faced with caused him to
despair just a little. The end of the long hallway wasn't even
visible and the Chas he was looking for could be behind each door or
none at all.

For a short moment John asked himself if it was possible that he
had landed in hell and this was Lucifer's special brand of torture
for him. Quickly dismissing this thought as unlikely the exorcist
walked towards the nearest door. There was too little pain for it to
be hell, but the chaotic nature of his
surroundings seemed very like Chas.

John was about to reach out for the door knob when loud shouting
suddenly captured his attention. It was still barely audible, the
words swallowed in the background noises, but whatever it was it was
quickly moving towards him.

Hiding himself behind a row of lockers John had a perfect view of
the hallway without immediately alerting whoever was coming along the
hallway to his presence. It might be merely another version of Chas,
but after the mirror cabinet the dark-haired exorcist decided that
being prepared for everything wouldn't hurt.

He had been almost right in his guessing since a school-aged
version of Chas appeared at the end of the corridor. The kid looked
scared and out of breath as he ran, coming closer to John's hiding
place. His curls were moving around his head as he threw a glance
over his shoulder, obviously directed at the three bullies who had
now appeared, in hot pursuit of Chas.

Two of them were human, but underneath the third one's skin a
demon was shimmering, his red eyes dangerously glowering at Chas.
They had almost reached him. His decision made in a split second John
stepped out from behind the lockers, placing himself between Chas and
his pursuers.

The half-breed immediately started hissing at him, his eyes
glowing even fiercer than they had before: “Step out of our
way, you have no idea what you are up against.”

A smirk spreading over his features John let his right hand
disappear in his pocket, glad that he always was prepared for facing
demons. He couldn't even remember the days when he hadn't constantly
carried an ampule of holy water, a bible and a crucifix with him.

Screaming in pain the half-breed tried to wipe the water away from
his face, while his features smoked and melted, revealing his true
face. His two friends obviously hadn't know what he was, since they
immediately turned tail and ran as soon as they saw him. That only
left the asshole in front of him, the demon still growling
menacingly.

Not that he was much of a challenge. The arrogant
prick obviously believed himself to be something special just because
he managed to bully small school children. Funny. John couldn't help
but think that in hell it would probably be the pathetically weak
demon asshole, who would be bullied around. Muttering a simple
incantation the exorcist stepped closer to the demon, who went
backwards in fear.

He didn't even get to really start the
ritual before the demon ran away, deciding
to save his hide while it was still mostly intact. Too bad. It had
been a while, since he had had a real fun, easy deportation of a
half-breed. But he was once again loosing focus on why he was really
here. Saving Chas.

Chas, whose school-age version suddenly addressed John. “Cool,
can you show me how to do that?”

TBC...
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