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New breed of evil	By : darkangel985 Category: 1 through F > Constantine Views: 8307 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 6 – I need a mirror

Standing in the dark
alley, John looked up to his mother's apartment. The living room
lights were on, so the bitch was at home. Putting out the cigarette,
he had been smoking, John concentrated. The chants Midnite had taught
him were relatively easy, but required his full attention.

As soon as he finished
the chant, he could see his mother's bathroom. Looking at himself in
the mirror, John noted with slight satisfaction, that he looked like
a ghost. Good. It was time to teach the bitch, who was the insane
one.

Concentrating on the
mirror, he tried to become invisible and succeeded
after a few minutes. Now he only needed to check on his body, before
the real fun would begin. Still invisible, he sauntered
over to the bedroom, not paying any attention to his mother, who was
enthralled in her tv show. Looking out of the bedroom window, he saw
his body, that had sunk down to the ground as if he was asleep.

Maybe he would thank
Midnite the next time he visited the club. But for now his dear
mother was in for a nasty surprise. John walked back into the living
room, where his mom was about to pour herself a glass of wine.

She stood in front of
the large bar mirror, an unsuspecting victim for John's game. The
glass shattered in her hand, when John's ghostly
face suddenly appeared behind her reflection. He gave her credit for
not screaming, but when she whirled around her eyes were filled with
panic.

There was nobody there.
John had faded into invisibility, before
she could see him. Mentally snickering, he waited for her to turn
around, before appearing again. And this time she screamed. Turning
around she frantically scanned the room, but everything looked
normal.

“I must be tired and
imagining things”, she muttered to herself, before going to the
bathroom.

John could read the
relief in her eyes, when she looked into the bathroom mirror and
didn't see him appearing there. Bending over the sink, she turned the
cold water on, hoping to awaken herself a bit more.

When she looked up
again, John's spirit form was stood behind her and grabbed her neck.
Violently pushing her down, he dunked her head under water. She was
fighting him, causing water to splash onto her boring white bathroom
tiles, but she was no match for John's demonic strength.

Spotting her hair
dryer, John thought, that it would be real justice to just throw it
in the water with her and get her electrocuted. But then she would be
dead and her punishment would be over. John couldn't have that. He
was far from done with the bitch, who had
always delighted in telling him how worthless
and inferior to his brother he was.

When he was younger, he
had spend endless hours crying, because his mother had ignored him.
Now it was her turn to cry and suffer. John could see, that if she
died, she would go to heaven, so he would have to torture her, while
she was still alive.

Sensing that she was
almost out of air, he let go of her neck. His mother coughed and
spluttered as she resurfaced, trying to
feed her starving lungs with all the oxygen
she could get. Panting heavily, she looked into the mirror, that was
empty once again.

“No, no, no. That can't be.”
Staring at her reflection, she shook her head in denial. She was not
mad. There had to be someone in her flat, who was playing those
tricks on her. Demons, ghosts and spirits didn't exist. They were a
figment of her demented son's imagination.

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Scared of the person,
that was obviously lurking in her flat, John's mother ran into the
living room. John's astral projection was
left in the bathroom, a wide smirk spread over his face. Yes, revenge
definitely was sweet. And as far as he thought, the show wasn't going
to be over soon. Hopefully Lu wouldn't need him for a little longer,
because at the moment, he was having entirely too much fun. This was
far better, than killing some random nuns, because of their spiritual
powers.

Seeing that his mother
had the phone in her hand and was about to dial, he concentrated his
powers on the white wall in front of her. As soon as his demonic
energy hit the wall, blood started seeping through the wallpaper,
creating the words his mother had so often spoken to him.

“This is only for your own
good. This will chase away your illness.”

His mother gasped and
almost dropped the phone as she read the message. John could hear her
heart speeding up in her chest as pathetic whimpers
escaped her throat. Letting the words fade out, he replaced them with
some others.

“You deserve death for what
you did to me, bitch.”

This time she really
dropped the phone, but hurried to pick it up again. Dealing his
brother's number, she looked panicked as she scanned the room for the
unseen intruder. Immensely enjoying the
show, John sat down on the plush sofa, putting his feet on the couch
table. His mother had always reprimanded him for doing so, when he
was younger, so he took great pleasure in doing it now.

“Matthew, it's mom. You have
to come here. There is somebody in my apartment, please come now.
There's blood and John. The mirrors.” John mentally laughed at
the way her voice trembled and her body shook. If she could only hear
herself talk. Whenever John had been as incoherent from fear as she
was at the moment, she instantly had him committed.

He could hear Matthew's
answer, although it was faint. “Mom, calm down. We're still on
the way back from our weekend trip. We'll be there in twenty minutes.
Just try to calm down.” So his dear brother hadn't found his
little surprise yet. Too bad. But there still was a little time to
scare his mother.

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Twenty minutes later,
his mother was sitting on her bed, hiding under the blankets. John
could hear her soft crying as he levitated the bed off the floor and
shook it. Her prized collection of crystal figurines caught his eyes.
Unceremoniously dropping the bed to the
floor, he picked them up.

To his mother, who was
peaking out from under the blankets, now that she was on the floor
again, it looked as if they were floating, since John was still
invisible. One after another flew at the walls, shattering into a
million sparkling pieces. Tears were running down his mother's cheeks
as her beloved figurines broke. She had always liked them more than
John, so it was merely just, that they were destroyed.

John heard the ringing
at the door, but his mother obviously didn't. She was staring at the
broken pieces of her collection, probably the only thing of real
worth, that she had owned. Opening the door with his spare key, his
brother entered the flat, immediately storming into the bedroom. His
wife and son were following behind him.

“Mom? Are you okay? What
happened to your figurines?”

“The ghost smashed them and he
painted the walls with blood. He looked like your brother.”

“Mom, there is no blood on the
walls.” Reaching out his hand, he tried to feel her forehead,
checking for a fever.

Deciding to further his
game a bit, John caused blood to drip from the wall behind Matthew's
back. His mother immediately started screaming and pointing at the
wall. “BLOOD, BLOOD. IT'S EVERYWHERE!”

Matthew turned around,
but before he could see the blood, John let it vanish again. His
mother looked panicked now, obviously realizing, that her son would
think her mad. “The blood really was there. I saw it.”

John wanted to enjoy
his mother's suffering a little longer, but suddenly he was yanked
back into his body.

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Slowly opening his
eyes, John blinked. A police officer was taking his hand off his
shoulder. The man had obviously shaken him awake, destroying his
concentration and yanking him out of his spirit form. Damn it. Things
had been about to get good.

“Are you okay, sir?”

Using his persuasive
powers, John told the man to go back to his car and mind his own
business, which he did immediately. John lit himself a cigarette and
tried to decide what to do next. He didn't think, that he would be
able to concentrate enough to use astral projection again. Although
he was very powerful, it was still a
draining practice.

Agreeing with his
mind's assertion his stomach grumbled. Maybe it was time for a quick
bite, before he went back to hell for a little while. Hopefully Lu
was in the mood then, because at the moment John really felt like
getting a good fuck on top of some decent food.

TBC...
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