Chapter 2/20: The Accident
Constantine x Reader
chapter 1: done
Your head was pounding. Your body was in a complete state of shock and refused to listen to any of the weak commands your brain sent to it in its current state. You felt as if a wet rag were wrapped tightly around your head, dulling all of your senses and shrouding any sense of familiarity you could have conjured to comfort yourself. Your thoughts were fading in and out of consciousness, the only certainty that you could grasp onto at the moment was the sharp pain of the bare concrete scraping across your skin as your body was dragged across uneven ground. Your lungs were burning alongside your dry throat.
It hurt. You hurt.
"Still looking...finally...even if..."
A voice was beginning to clear up near you, but none of the words being spoken you were able to recognize or came across to you as a coherent sentence. Your mind felt heavy and slow, any thought that came to you was with much effort and felt shallow. Your eyes throbbed. The dull pain reverberating back into your skull leaving you with a pounding headache t accompany it. You were half-dazed and stiff as dry blood caked onto several parts of your body, acting as scabs for the numerous cuts and gashes that decorated your once delicate skin. Though your consciousness was unsteady, you did notice some things.
At first, you felt hands gripping your ankles roughly and dragging you across a floor that you couldn't see. You couldn't see much in fact, unsure if you were blind or if the area was just too dark, you blinked, the simple task arduous in and of itself. The darkness engulfed everything, devouring your chance at recognizing what was going on. The voice spoke once more.
Second, you could feel as more hands wrapped around your torso and hoisted you onto something solid. Whatever you had been placed on was large and rugged, rough points protruding into different places on your back. Your hands were snatched upwards and bound by something above your head, your feet followed as they too were bound.
"What's...going on?" You croaked slowly, keeping the sentence short as the air moving through your throat felt like sandpaper with every breath. That felt like almost too much as the moment the words were out you grew nauseous and felt your vision blur.
"What the fuck...?" An uneasy man whispered, disbelief soaking into his voice. "Ju-Judas you said they were all dead. You said the crash would have killed every-"
"Nikolai! Buddy!" A much more charismatic voice snaps, charisma lacing every word.
"So what, she's a...little bit alive!" You resisted against the ropes weakly, no strength was left within you.
Judas placed his hands onto Nikolai's shoulders and crouched down a bit, meeting him at eye level.
"I..I don't know about this...if she's alive then we'll have to..." Nikolai's voice trailed off, he couldn't even say it.
"Buddy.." Judas sighed, turning Nikolai away from your current bound and semiconscious form, "Do you want to be rich and famous like the guy from Maroon 5? Or do you want to be a huge suicidal loser?"
"..Maroon 5." He answered sadly.
"Help me...please..." You cried, your voice not even reaching a whisper. The headache you were fighting past was pulsing in your head.
"Good! Then grow a pair and fetch me the ritual! God." He commanded, sending Nikolai obediently to retrieve the spell. "Honestly, Niko, there was always the possibility people would live, that's the sole reason the whole convent came with us, to make sure we had enough manpower to handle any stragglers too stubborn to die."
"...I know.." Niko said dropping the intimidating book in front of Judas, already open to the correct page.
"Now, lets begin.
We come here tonight to sacrifice the body of..." He glanced down at you "This chick from London."
"My names Y/n..." You finally managed to push out, your tongue heavy and throat constricted. Your mind was slowly beginning to crank back into gear. Only forcing the realization that your eyes were most certainly damaged, as even through the little light you could make out, nothing would focus into view
"That's fascinating." Judas beamed sarcastically.
"Please...I'll do anything-"
"I only hump nines and tens," He interrupted, "and you're a seven at best, maybe even a six with all this dirt on you."
You had no more energy to speak, he disgusted you but you couldn't run away. You were stuck with him and everyone else in the room and you wanted to scream. Your throat was certainly raw and how hard it was for you to just take a single breath let you know how close to death you were. And so, with no other hope left, you prayed. You prayed and begged for Superman or for Wonder Woman to burst through the walls and save you. For someone, anything to help you. Tears leaked from the side of your eyes and down your temples, you could barely frown with how weary your muscles were.
"She's crying! Jesus, I said you were maybe a seven!" He mused, clearly satisfied with himself, "However we haven't got all night someone is waiting for your sacrifice lil lady." He turned back away from you, reemerging with a knife. It was long and jagged, appearing as though its main purpose was to scare you.
"Now I'm gonna carve you like a pumpkin, then you can meet our friend okay?" And with his words all around you chanting sparked from like a wildfire growing in whatever area you were in. Low and steady the voices recited their mantra. You couldn't react, you wanted to sob, scream and thrash, but you couldn't. Every emotion remained trapped within your mind as your body felt dead to you. The chanting grew louder and louder steadily deafening everything in the room.
Without warning, the knife dived down and imbed itself deep within your abdomen, you let out a choked gasp, but Judas' hand found its way onto your mouth.
"Sh. don't ruin it." He cooed.
You didn't feel it at first, a simple dull throb. Then the throb grew into a burning sensation. Your hand weakly crawled up until your fingertips lightly grazed the hand that stuck the blade in you. Your mind was blank. Judas twisted the blade and that's when your screams began. As the blade turned, your insides felt on fire. Every nerve in your core was being ripped and torn. Blood began to pool around you, your howling smothered by the hand covering your mouth. He ripped the blade out and rose it high, driving it down again. He tore it out and stabbed you again. You tried to fight him, but you were too weak. Your body writhed in agony. Your mind was short-circuiting with the white-hot pain spreading through you. He removed his hand from your mouth and your screams bounced off the walls and accompanied the chanting within the room. This was hell. Every inch of you screamed to be released. Again the knife came up and pierced your abdomen, his swings up and down were heavy, each feeling like a punch as it connected with your gut. The flesh around your stomach was torn bloody and no longer was complete enough to keep your innards together. At this point, you couldn't form a thought. You reverted back to your primal desire to escape and only sobs and yells escaped from your throat as you flung your body as much as you could given the circumstances. But even your sobs were beginning to die out as your mouth was starting to fill with blood, you choked on the warm liquid, copper being so prominent in your mouth and nose that you were close to hurling.
A clink sounded next to you, the knife was finally freed from your flesh and splattered your blood all over the area it was thrown. The blood gushing from your numerous lethal wounds spilled over the table and splattered onto the floor and the numerous people that were close enough to be within range of the carnage.
"Never gets old." Judas commented, swiping his thumb across his cheek and licking the blood off.
Your body lay on the table, mutilated and destroyed. Your breaths were short and labored. Your hands were cold and still. You felt every last inch of your body surrounding you as though you were suffocating in a suit of flesh.
Then something shifted. The chanting began to slowly leak into your mind as though it were radiation penetrating every pore of your skin. The words seeped into your mind making more and more sense the more they were said. Your body began to twitch violently, blood spilling out of your wounds. It was hypnotic. The chant continued, and soon you found yourself feebly mimicking the words through the blood that was drowning your lungs. You had no choice though, it was as if the words were being pulled from you by a rope and mixed into the air.
Suddenly the room shook. A heavy and powerful rumble, cracking many parts of the ceiling and crashing them down onto the floor. And through all the pain and chaos, a smooth and low voice echoed in your mind so clearly, you would have thought it was spoken in your ear.
The twitching became more and more violent until you began to shake viciously against the table. The constant stress of the evening throwing you into a mild seizure.
Submit...and I will take your pain. The voice remained just as calm and clear.
Your lungs burned, a distant reminder of the immeasurable amounts of agony every inch of you was feeling. Your vision was blurring, hot tears left trails down your face as your gagged voice gasped for air in between the chanting. Rough and bloody hands grasped onto the sides of your head,
"Why is she not dying!?" Judas screamed, his eyes darting violently across your face. Your eyes were rolled back and your mouth was open, blood spilling from the sides.
You let out a thick and ugly wail as your back arched against the table. Your mind white-hot, nothing running through you but the wail racking your body. Your voice echoed throughout the room, bouncing against the walls and ricocheting back at you in an unnatural manner. And under your voice, another one began to form. Deeper than your own. The sheer agony causing you to thrash and squirm on the table.
"Something went wrong!" Another voice cried. The people in the room backed up, panic and unease bubbling within their guts.
"She's supposed to be a sacrifice, why is she being possessed!?"
"Dont stand there! We have to stop this!" Judas yelled, rushing to your side to restrain you. Many others followed and grabbed at various parts of you, pushing you roughly down onto the table, each struggling with just how violently you were thrashing now.
You felt suffocated. There were too many people, there was too much. Your wails devolved into roars and your thrashing became more and more animalistic. The fear in your body smoldered into a rage and burned at you until it escaped you in unearthly screams. Your vision was turning red. Humans were losing their shape and just became blobs of white against a red sea. Your mind was losing its focus and nothing felt real anymore. Your hand broke free from their grasp and shot forward, landing itself through the head of one of the cultists. Your hand warm as it paused inside his skull. You snatched it away and his body fell. Screaming and utter panic arose in the room at what you had just done. The tried to reclaim your freed hand, but failed as you only managed to free the other.
You roared, an ungodly wail falling from your lips. Your voice struck like lightning, booming through the area. You kicked your foot out and it went through the chest of someone, effectively freeing yourself entirely, the momentum of being let go of knocked you off the table and pulled your foot free, your lower leg now slick and warm with the blood of another. But that didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was the pure rage that coursed through you. You had no control. You scrambled up on all fours and dashed wildly forward. You crashed into a wall and managed to crush a man under your sheer force, his ribs cracking with a wet snap. You dropped to the ground almost slipping with how wet everything was, the man's gasping cries fading into a choking mess of sobs and choking.
More. I want more.
You whipped around wildly and dashed until you caught the cloak of a man trying to flee, your hands shot through the thick skin of his torso. Grabbing his spine, you squeezed as hard as you could, your inner aggression taking itself out on the bone. He began to crumble underneath your hold. His legs gave way and you fell on top of him, your hands still deep within his chest, you squeezed harder, his legs moving involuntarily until again you heard a snap. You hauled yourself up straight, your body covered in blood. Clothes torn.
Before you could take another step, a blindingly gold circle erupted beneath your feet, light shooting up into the air burning you in the process. You screamed, another voice screaming underneath yours. You quickly jumped forward to escape the circle but were roughly launched backward as some sort of invisible force kept you within the confines of the circle. You hit your back against the other side and landed on your hands and knees, you sloppily scrambled upwards. The only thing you could see were the cultists escaping from the room with the newly cleared path.
Pain shot through your head. You lurched forward, a loud painful groan erupting from your throat. You fell to your knees once again. The pain a slow and throbbing one, not enough to kill but enough to slow your future movement. You punched the barrier containing you, an immature act of anger.
"I'm afraid that's well beyond useless, lass." You whipped around, facing the voice that called out from behind you. Growls emitting deep from within you, "Though I'm sure it's not the lass that's in control right now. The poor son of a bitch." He pitied, eyes landing on the mutilated and bloodied woman growling like a caged dog before him. Not that you would have been able to respond, your mind was reduced down to pure instinct.
"Alright," The man said, approaching the containment spell a little closer. He swung his hands out and closed his eyes in concentration, his mind looking to search your aura, "so which one of you dirty bastards is responsible for all this trouble-" His words caught in his throat as his eyes flashed open. His eyes instantly shooting straight for your own. He looked past your gaze and into the eyes of what had its hold on you.
"How the devil did you get here.." He hissed twisting his hand, a spell spinning around his fingers. Without hesitation, a chain formed around your hands another shot up from the ground and went around your throat, keeping you bound to the spot.
You silenced your screaming. You stared at him for a moment before an iniquitous smile pulled at your lips.
Not seconds later, a heavy and warm sensation covered you. You suddenly took on a pale look, as if you had been painted with white-wash. Then with a single drop of his hand, you collapsed onto the floor like a puppet suddenly released of their strings and everything went dark.
chapter 3: not ready yet