I woke up in the morning, in a room, I've never been in, on a bed I've never slept in, and in a house, I've never stepped one foot in. I don't remember what happened last night, I don't understand . . .
I turned to my left and scooted out of the bed. I then found my tattered clothes and shoes and decided:
Maybe It's best to get out of here
I looked for the nearest door. All of them were large and grandiose.
Well, looks like this ain't gonna be easy . . .
I walked over to the door in the left corner and pulled on it. When it opened, I saw nothing but books, ones on the occult and one on Fae lore. Other were mostly demonology and on ancient religions and languages.
Weird . . .
I closed the door and instead of Quiet it sent a loud Thud throughout the room and moved to the next door. I opened the door to possible freedom and when I opened the door, it wasn't what I truly expected. . .
Instead of an empty hallway to freedom, I see a grizzled man, possibly in his late twenties early thirties. He was wearing a tuxedo shirt with The Sleeves rolled up and a loosened tie. He wore dress pants and a shirt and a blunt look of anger to match.
Maybe I] should've tried this door first?
"Where are you going?"
"Home . . ." I said, a bit timidly.
"Well, you can try . . . but the Anesthetic will wear off soon enough," He pushed me back toward the bed.
"What do you me-AAAAAAAAAA," A surge of pain rushed through me and made me fall over into Constantine's arms.
"That was pretty quick," he set me on the bed and covered me up.
"What-what happened?" I asked.
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Another World (John Constantine x reader Fanfic)
FanfictionYou're nothing special, you work a 9 to 5, you come home to the usual give-no-shits parents and you go to college to get a meaningless degree. Same old same old. Until one night a Pack of god knows what starts chasing you down. That is . . . Until...
