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[quote=@Simple Unicycle]


I blinked.

What the hell was th-

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John stood behind a rusty old car as bullets flew everywhere. Gangbangers and deputies alike were all falling to the ground as they shot each other and at the new arrival. John peeked up above the hood of the car and had to duck back down as a bullet whizzed by his ear.

Whoever that was doing the killing, and John wasn’t exactly sure, was something of an artist in his own fucked up way. The slim Asian man moved like a ballet dancer as he glided around the garage, the gun his brush and the blood of the others his canvas. 

[i]~Mooore~ [/i]a voice whispered through the room.

John risked a second look. The man who was dealing death was glowing blue. 

[i]~More sacrifices, in my honor!~[/i]

“You son of a bitch!”

Lieutenant Milford was in the middle of the fire, blasting away at the man. John saw tears streaming down his face as bullets ripped through his mauve sweater vest and stained it with blood. He collapsed to the ground, his face a twisted mask of anger and sadness.

“Why?!” He screamed. “Why did you abandon me?”

John could see something forming through the smoke of the cordite. A face that was laughing with glowing blue eyes. The body of smoke began to form behind the Asian killer. It made eye contact with John before it wiggled its tongue made of smoke.

[i]~John Constantine… Johnjohnjohn. The one and only... What did I do to ever deserve such a treat?~[/i]

It knew his name. There was only one other plane of existence where he had such a reputation among its residences. He felt anger rising at the thought. He was John fucking Constantine. He stood toe to toe with the First of the Fallen, the man who had tricked Lucifer himself. There was no way in bloody hell some third-rate fear-mongering demon from the pit would be his doing. 

“You wanna a treat, you cunt?” John asked, throwing his jacket off and letting it fall to the ground.

He stepped out from the car and took his time to roll up his shirtsleeves. The bullets all missed, regardless of the people who were aiming at him. He was untouchable now and he knew it. The Synchronicity Wave was riding high and he was along for the ride for as long as it lasted.

He began to make motions with his hands, a summoning spell that would drain him of his energy and maybe a little of his blood when it was all said and done. But he didn’t care. He was so pissed off that he was beyond caring about consequences. The demon watched on with an amused look at John shouted out a name in guttural German and slapped his palm on the ground.

He appeared in a bright light and started shooting. Sergeant Michaels felt a bullet the size of a ball bearing rip through his body and sever his spine. Raul Garcia was dead as soon as two perfect shots followed one after the other into his forehead and out the back of his head.

With his two six-shooters, he killed with a rapid efficiency that put modern weapons to shame.

[i]~No,~[/i] the demon said with a shake of his head. [i]~No! It can't be.~[/i]

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After a casual spit on the concrete floor of the garage, the Saint of Killers went to work.