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Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven- Spirits of the dead

*Pandora's Pov*

Today was the day of Henry Heywood's funeral, it was meant to be a tragic day for us. All I knew that for me it wasn't, even if Nora did kill Henry she probably had a reason that would be justified. 

I was just finishing getting ready to leave, you know the depressed mourner look. Funerals were never really my thing but I did have a reason for that. My hair was in curls and I had a black lace dress on with no sleeves. 

I heard the beaming voice of Ray Palmer come from my side, "Hey Pandora are you done getting ready?" 

Adding the final touches of my hair spray I reply with "Yeah, Ray I am. How are you holding up?" 

He hung his head low, "I just don't know what to say to him, Nate, Hey sorry the girl I was exchanging love letters with in prison killed your dad." 

Quietly chuckling, I replied. "You'll know what to say when the time is right Ray." He walked out as I stuffed two daggers in my boots, could never be too safe. I smiled knowing that's something that Constantine told me once. 

"Love, come on. The others are about to leave." John came in wearing his normal attire while lighting a cigarette. 

Walking out the door John snakes his arm around my waist, making our way out to the others. 

"Well it's about time." Sara laughs while John gives her the stank eye. 

Using her time courier she opens up a pathway to the Heywood's beautiful house; where the service was being held. Charlie opens the door to the house as we all pack into the house. We were greeted by many sobs coming in different directions. 

I felt bad for his love ones, I truly do only because, they do not know what he was doing behind close doors. I hated any and all abuse rather it be to people or magical creatures. 

"Love I'm gonna go find the whiskey." John says a little too loud causing some to stare as I rolls my eyes and wonder off to find Nate. 

I spot him standing around some other relatives and decided to pull him to the side.

"Hey Nate, I just wanted to give my condolences about your father." 

He gave me a little smile, "Thanks Pandora, that means a lot considering I know you weren't too keen of my father." 

"Some people do the wrong things for the right reasons." I told him hanging my head low and this time it was odd, I felt something strange in the house almost like a presence. I look over to see John talking to Ray and decided to walk over. 

"Am I the only one who seems to feel like this house is sitting on top of dynamite?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow. 

"No, love I'm afraid not, there's a presence in this house.  A very strong one at that." He accents thickens as he walks away probably to do what he does best, investigate. 

As I start to walk upstairs, my legs began to give out when I just decide to sit on a step. 

"What the hell?" I muttered to myself as things slightly spin around me. I decided to just shake it off and continue walking up the stairs. There was a covered mirror in the hallway, so I did what John taught me and tried to feel the dark energy. There was so much, it made me sick and then-

"Pandora? Pandora! Help me!" Ace voice screamed throughout the house. 

Running up the steps searching for Ace, his screams got worse and worse. 

Finally finding the room he was in, his eyes were black. 

"He's not here anymore Ms. Archer." The demon spat and then proceeding to slice Ace's wrists. 

"Don't you see? People around you are destined for this." It made sure to get in before, leaving his body. 

Watching Ace crash to the ground in a pile of his own blood, I ran towards him catching him and hearing his pleas for me to save him. 

Tears flooding my eyes, "I'm so sorry this happened Ace. I'm so sorry." 

After I was pulled from the vision tears were falling vigorously from the eyes and down my cheeks.  I wiped my eyes and walked down the stairs when someone calls out, "Sweetheart are you alright?" I turn to my side to see an elderly lady with a concerned look on her face as she points to her nose. I then touch my nose and there's something wet, pulling it back down from my face I realize it's blood. 

Before I even had the chance to react my body clashed to the ground hearing shouting from the people around me to get help.

*John's Pov* 

I was searching for the presence in the household when I start hearing screams, running towards the source I look at Pandora's seizing body. The other legends already surrounding her, I run towards them. 

"What's happening Constantine?" They all just start shooting questions towards me. I analyzed her face, seeing there was blood dripping from her nose. 

"She must've had a vision- here give her to me." I tell them gesturing to give her to me. This is what happens when people are around me, this is why I work alone, I kept reminding myself. 

Getting her to the closest couch I laid her down, "Guys I have to go, there's a timeline emergency." Sara states vanishing off. 

"What kind of vision do you think she had?" Ray asks. 

"I don't know Palmer, I'm assuming Hank's spirit is here and has something left to say." 

I realized when touching Pandora's skin, it was ice cold. I took off my trench-coat and wrapped it around her shoulders wiping the blood off with my hand. 

With the commotion settling down, I went off to search for Nate telling him that his dad still hasn't passed over. 

"Oi! Nate buddy we need to chat!" I called out for him in the next room walking in seeing him. 

"What is it Constantine?" 

"Your dad, his spirit is still here, and I assume it's something he needs to say to you." I explained. 

"What could that poor heartless soul, have anything left to say to me?" Nate says basically giving him the middle finger as a record starts playing out of random. 

"You hear me Hank?! Screw you!" He said storming and slamming the door and the record flying and breaking. 

"Bollocks." I sighed whilst, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. 

3rd Person

As Pandora was lying on the couch, drifting in and out of conscious, Constantine was with Mick trying to summon Hank's spirit. 

Little did they know the evil they were both feeling wasn't his spirit, it was both their souls. Both in so much pain in agony, even with finding eachother, John still hated himself; and Pandora was drowning in guilt of her late lover's death. 

Constantine, had successfully summoned the spirit, and Pandora had regained consciousness her initial reaction was to find John. Storming around the whole house, she had asked about every person if they had seen a blonde with an accent. 

Then she thought, if there was a spirit in this house; John was usually more than determined to summon it. When she thought of this she made her way to the basement. 

She heard yelling on her way down "You liar!" it was John's voice after that she heard something smash and break repeatedly. She picked up her pace down the long hallway and searched the room for John finding sitting on the ground drinking whiskey with bloody knuckles. 

"Constantine?" Her voice hit beyond breaking point as she ran over to him tending to his wounds. 

"Love, I'm fine don't worry about me." John replied taking another swig of his whiskey.

"Look I know you're used to working alone, but you can't just shut me out." She cried out. 

"Bloody hell Pandora, why can't you see all I'm capable of is hurting people?"

"Because I know that's not all you're capable of, John Constantine." She took a few steps back and than sat down on the cold concrete beside John. 

"It doesn't matter you may think you know about me, because there comes a point in time where everything you thought you knew, goes out the bloody window." He spat. 

"John what is this really about?" Pandora's voice spiked with worry. 

"For the longest time, I've always thought you'd never be able to handle the full truth about what happened at Newcastle. Then I realized, you're stronger than I've ever realized." Pandora raised an eyebrow in confusion. 

"Newcastle, that's where Astra was taken. She was a daughter of our friend's, there were others like me there. Nobody else had a plan, and I had a bizarre one. It didn't work, a 9 year old girl was dragged to be tortured and hell." John told the story that made him different since day one while lighting a cigarette. 

Pandora scooted closer to Constantine and gently put a hand on his face. John slowly moved into Pandora's face placing his chapped lips on top of hers. It was in that moment, she realized John, was more broken than she thought before. That didn't scare her away though, it made her even more determined. 

She just wished deep down she could find the confidence, to tell John about Ace. That was her most traumatizing memory yet; she trusted John but the burden she feels, she didn't need to pass it on. 



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