The biting wind whipped at Chas' denim jacket, sending a shiver all through his body. The sky above was dark with clouds and the air smelled of incoming rain. Chas huddled deeper into his coat and adjusted his position on the tree he was leaning on. He glanced around the park for the umpteenth time, searching for a mop of dark black hair. He fished his phone from the deep pockets of his jeans and flipped it open. The screen read '5:27'.
Chas sighed. The butterflies in his stomach were acting up again, making him feel more and more nervous as the seconds ticked by. He thought, not for the first time, about aborting this whole plan. He thought of how easy it would be to jump in his cab and race over to John's place where he would be warm and safe. He craved the exorciser's touch more than he craved red liquorice, and that was saying something.
He felt guilty as he thought of how he had lied to John. He had told him that he needed to report to his boss, and that he'd probably be there for a few hours. John had squinted at him, obviously suspicious. He tried talking Chas out of it, saying he needed help with translating an ancient, crumbling spell book. As tempting as it was to stay in with John, Chas felt like he needed to do this. John reluctantly let him go, knowing that Chas still needed his job of cab driving to support himself, seeing as how he got paid very little for being an apprentice.
A tap on his shoulder shook Chas from his thoughts. He whirled around. Jack stood before Chas, clad in dark blue jeans and a fluorescent pink windbreaker. On any other male, a pink coat would look out of place. Jack was able to pull it off perfectly.
Chas stared at Jack, at a loss for words. The entire speech he had planned for Jack on his way over escaped his mind, leaving blankness in its wake. Fortunately for Chas, Jack filled the silence quickly.
"I'm so glad you decided to meet me here, Chas." Jack said. He gazed at Chas intensely, causing the younger boy to take a half step back. Something about the look in Jack's eyes sent a wave of unease throughout him. Maybe it was the way his voice seemed to lack any emotion. Maybe it was the way his eyes looked dead, like two black voids. Whatever it was, Chas was immediately regretting his decision of deceiving Constantine to meet Jack.
Before Chas could stutter out a cohesive sentence, Jack wrapped his arm around him and squeezed his shoulder, steering him in the direction of a red Mercedes. Chas realized that this situation was not going as planned. He moved to the left, trying to escape Jack's surprisingly strong hold. Jack simply tightened his grip, looking down at Chas and giving him a tight lipped smile.
"Jack, what's going on?" Chas demanded. He dug his feet into the soft grass beneath him, bringing both of them to a stop. Jack let go of his death grip on Chas' shoulder and turned to face him. Those dead, black eyes seemed to bore holes into Chas' soft brown ones.
"Chas, Chas, Chas." Jack sighed. "I thought you were smarter than this." With a move as fast as lighting, Jack delivered an inhumanly strong punch to Chas' sternum, sending him sprawling to the ground. Chas gasped for breath as his head spun. Little white stars danced in front of blackness. He rolled onto his back, trying for the life of him to breath. The last thing he saw before everything went black was Jack's smirking face.
Chas was walking down a dimly lit corridor in what appeared to be a castle. Glowing torches lined the stone hallway, illuminating the cobwebs that hung from the ceiling. The corridor twisted and turned, suddenly coming to a fork.
Through the left branch, a spiral staircase led down into blackness. A aura of malice emanated from the pitch dark. Through the right branch, a spiral staircase led up to bright, shining warmth. Chas began to make his way towards the right branch.
Suddenly, he felt a tug in the pit of his stomach. Something was pulling him towards the dark. Chas resisted against the unknown force as best as he could, but despite his efforts, he became further and further away from the warm light.
Chas opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. A surge of panic bubbled in his throat. He was now tumbling down the stairs, blackness all around him. From the blinding dark came an eerie whisper.
"Johnny boy can't save you now."
Chas jolted awake, soon realizing that he was tied to a chair, duct tape covering mouth. He blinked blearily, eyes adjusting to the dimness surrounding him. He was the master bedroom of an old house. The thick coating of dust and elegant queen size bed gave it away. The house seemed to be from long ago, with old fashioned furniture and curtains. The windows were streaked and stained, blocking out most of the light from outside.
Chas struggled to get his hands free. The only thing he was able to do was make his wrists raw and bloody. Chas winced and they began to sting. A creak of wood made his ears perk up. He tried to locate the source of the noise, looking frantically about the room. Footsteps accompanies the creaking of wood. It seemed to be coming from right behind Chas. He knew immediately who it was, and he was not looking forward to facing him.
He made his way around the chair, coming to a rest right in front of Chas. He was now dressed in a black robe, the kind you would find in an old fashioned cult movie.
"Chas, my dear friend." Jack drawled. "We're going to have so much fun."