John Friggin Constantine

Chapter 2 - wait I've seen you before!

A year ago

I put my headphones on and pressed shuffle on my music while walking out of my apartment. It was dark, gloomy and quiet outside. Just how I like it. I'm creepy like that don't judge. I walked around my block and decided to explore a little.
"Damn why is this the start of every horror film?" I thought As I entered an old park taking off my headphones.
"I don't remember this being here.." I said confused and out loud. This is the start of every friggin horror film I swear. I'm the dumb one where people are like oop well she's gonna die first.
The park was little and had a torn up climbing frame with swings and a rusty old round about. It was surrounded by bushes with rubbish and old cigarettes scattered across the ground. But something about it just seemed so familiar... I decided to sit on one of the swings. It swung back and forth with a high pitched screech. I started to hear noise's behind me, rustling and then a deep growl.
"The hell?" I got up and turned around. A dark figure with bright red eyes slowly walked towards me.
"you..." I said terrified backing away when I  bumped into something. Oh please don't tell me I'm about to get abducted.

A waft of cigarette smoke hit me while i was about to turn around. But before I could I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders pushing me aside.
"scuse me love... Oh and hold this a sec, will ya?" a masculine voice said from behind me handing me his cigarette. Why does that voice sound so familiar? I turned to my side seeing a flash of orange light and what sounded like... a spell? Okay could this day get any weirder?
The figure started to scream in pain while a portal appeared.
"What do you want with the girl?" The man said demanding an answer.
"John Constantine always here to save the day. Well Johnny you can't save this one she's ours."
"Who's!" He shouted. The figure stayed silent. Just after then the man pushed it through the portal.
"you can't save her John just like you couldn't save Astra" the figures voice slowly faded away.

"What the hell was that?!" I said confused. "And who the hell are you?" I asked, throwing his fag on the floor.
"OI, I said to hold that" he said clearly annoyed. I just glared at him for an explanation on what I had just saw.
"That was a shadow demon. Nasty little buggers." He replied giving me a card from out of his tan trench coat.
"John Constantine Exorcist, Demonologist and master of the dark arts?" I said reading the card out loud.
"What are you a real life Dean Winchester? Saving people, hunting things, the family business" I said in a deep voice trying to copy Dean's.
"I'm getting new ones made" he said in an annoyed tone walking away.
"Wait!" I said desperately wanting answers. "Why did that...demon.. come after me?" 
"That is an answer I can't give ya love" he said turning around again.
"Do we know eachother? Because I swear I've seen you before" I said trying to figure out where I had seen him. Suddenly it hit me, I've seen this dude in my visions! Wow that sounds weird.
"Well I'm sorry to break it to you love, but we haven't met before. I would remember a pretty face like yours." He replied.
"No no I've seen you I'm my dreams, visions." I said convinced it was the same man.
"Scruffy blonde hair, white shirt, messy red tie-" I said looking at him in awe.
"Wow what a way to a man's heart. Stalk the poor sod and then get him to save you"
"You think I wanted this to happen?! I'm being serious John can I call u John? I'm calling you John." He scoffed and turned around.
"Look, I've always been 'psychic' if that's what you bloody call it and I need help." I said in a demanding voice.
"Seeing you in my visions and then us just bumping into each other... don't you think it's fate? Maybe you could help me or I could even help you!" I said grabbing his arm. He turned to look at me. Clearly annoyed.

A burst of emotions hit me pain, anger and guilt as I grabbed his arm. I gasped in shock and let go not expecting anything to happen. Then out of nowhere I had a vision. Ironic because I had just met a demonologist.

*Vision*
The dark figure stood there calling my name. Repeating it over and over, each time getting louder. I felt like I was being pulled towards it as it slowly drifted towards me. It jumped towards me trying to grab me, clawing at my arms when I jumped back almost falling to the ground.
I felt a pair of strong hands on my shoulders holding me up. I winced in pain taking a step back looking into his deep brown eyes practically begging for his help.                       
"What was that?" he said confused          "I've never had one like that. Actual physical pain. It was calling me.. my name... How did it know my name?!" I said frantically. I started  breathing heavily, looking around remembering I had already seen this place. 
"What know your name?" he said slowly letting go of me.
"The demon.." I said panicking.
"Oh come on, why me?" He said. I looked at him weirdly.
"Why do I always end up in messes like this?. I gave up this crap in Newcastle..." He said trailing off. 
"Wait did you say Newcastle?" I said surprised.
"Yeah.. why?" He said looking at me like I was crazy.
"That's how I know you! You where in that in that vision with the little girl and the demon.... That poor girl.." I said sadly. He stayed silent looking at me, in shock. 
"Yeah... No" he said walking away. 
"WAIT!" I yelled needing answers but he just kept walking. I scoffed turning around looking at the card he gave me. "The dip shit gave me his number. I'll get answers one way or another." I said to myself.

.
.
.
.

Thanks for reading! Let me know what u think about it if it's crappy tell me or if u kinda like it comment! This is such a cringy chapter but I swear it gets a lot better.