Beaten Lies and Broken Tears

[Evelyn]

Ok I know that this fanfic doesnt really go with the whole subject matter of this rpg, but this is one of my best FanFics that I have. So I hope you all enjoy!


The Beginning


Cassandra Miller is your typical college student. Going to class, going to work, and party’s on the weekend. But there’s something that sets Cassandra apart from every other 22-year-old. Ever since Cassandra was a young girl, she would have visions. Not visions that people normally claim to have, but visions of bloody battles, fire, pain, demons, and brimstone...In all aspects she would have visions of Hell. Cassandra’s parents believed her visions to be just nightmares, the result of an over reactive imagination of a 6 years old girl. But these “nightmares” continued, now more frequently.
Cassandra would trash in her bed, screaming about demons, and fire. Her parents finally decided that something needed to be done, Cassandra’s rants were taking a tole on their marriage and causing them to loose friends, and there social status. They sent Cassandra to a sleep clinic. The doctor’s tried everything they could but nothing worked and Cassandra’s condition only got worse. Being at their wit end, Cassandra’s parents emitted her to a psyhriac hospital. Scared and confused, Cassandra watched as each passing day she would be given daily shots, and electro shock therapy when noting else seemed to work. Also her parents visits were becoming less frequent, until they stopped all toghter. She didn’t understand what she had done to deserve such a horrible fate. Now at the age of ten her mind began to wonder why her parents stopped coming to see her. Cassandra’s mind raced with a million reasons. After a long mental debate with herself she decided that if they won’t come to her, then she will have to come to them.
“Cassandra, how are you feeling today?” A plump little nurse said as she walked in with a tray. Cassandra’s eyes grew big at the site of the small sliver tray; she knew what lay before her. The nurse set the tray on the table; Cassandra’s eyes darted to the sharp instruments that litter the tray surface. She began to panic. She heard the nurse’s voice, “come, come Cassandra be a good girl and it will all be done soon.” The nurse reached for Cassandra’s forearm, but Cassandra screamed and kicked the nurse. The combined noise of the nurse’s screams of pain and Cassandra’s screams of fear alerted two on call doctors. One doctor grabbed Cassandra and held her tight by the wrist, as the other took the syringe off the tray and advanced towards her. “Doctor, she still needs the serum for the shock therapy” the nurse said. “NO!” Cassandra pleaded and screamed with tear filled eyes. The doctor just ignored her and came even closer, he reached for her arm but Cassandra kicked him hard in the groin and he doubled over in pain and dropped the syringe. The other doctor reached for it, but Cassandra got it first and gabbed him in the arm letting all of the fluid flow into his veins. It took effect and he collapsed on the floor. The nurse grabbed Cassandra by the collar and put her arm around her mouth. Cassandra chomped down hard on her hand and took off running as the nurse let go. Cassandra bolted for the front doors. She ran into the foyer, weaving her way in and out of the security gaurds and out the front door. She ran as doctors and guards chased her down the street. Cassandra ran into an alleyway and ducked behind a Dumpster. Soon as the doctor’s passed her she came out of hiding, young Cassandra walked along the cold streets of Detroit making her way to her parents house. As she came to the corner of Madison and Bennet she saw the familiar White House with green awning. Cassandra walked up the cobble stone path to the front door and looked in the window. She was so excited to see her mother and father, she was an only child and so they were always the ones there for her. But what she saw as she looked into the window will forever be burned into her mind. They’re in the living room her mother and her father sit laughing, playing with their new child! Cassandra watched teary eyed as her mother played airplane with her son. Cassandra couldn't take it anymore, she ran as fast as she could. How could her parents forget about her? She wandered the streets of downtown for hours until the Detroit police finally picked her up. They placed her in foster care, but things didn’t get any better.
Now at the age of 15, Cassandra had been living with her foster parents for 5 years. Her night terrors continued, and her foster dad would beat her to a pulp almost on a daily basis. Cassandra did well in school, but because people knew that she spent 4 years in a mental hospital they tended to stay away from her. One Friday Cassandra came home form another horrid day at school. She didn’t understand why no one would talk to her. She was a pretty girl with wavy brown hair that came just past her shoulders, hazel eyes, she was fit and slim, and she was a nice girl but still no one even gave her the time of day. Cassandra pushed these thoughts out of her head when she entered the Naylor home. Cassandra quietly opened the door and shut it. She tip-toed her way towards her room, glancing in the kitchen she saw that Steve her foster dad was passed out on the table, bottle of vodka in his hand “thank god” she thought as she made her way to her room. She threw her bag in the corner and looked around the empty room. Her only possessions were a twin bed, a dresser, one pair of shoes and 3 changes of clothes. Even though the Naylor’s had money, they never spent it on her. They would go out for dinner at the most lavish restraunts, go on vacations in the most remote places for weeks at a time, and with out Cassandra of course, she didn’t mind thou she enjoyed the time alone. Cassandra lay down on her bed and closed her eyes, and she slowly drifted off into sleep.
Blackness is all around Cassandra as she enters the familiar place she knows all to well. Walking along, alone in the dark she can feel something brush past her. She takes a deep breath and continues walking, something else brushes past her but this time she feels a something warm trickle down her arm, and then a sharp pain. Cassandra put her hand over the area and could feel that it had been cut. As Cassandra continues to walk, flames surround her. They enclosed around her trapping her in the center of a circle of immense heat. Cassandra screamed in terror as a dark, evil laugh is heard echoing throughout the darkness. The flames illuminate her surroundings; she is not only surrounded by Hells fire, but also by Hells demons. Bearing their sharp teeth and claws at her, some of them looking at her with hunger in their eyes. Before anything more can be seen Cassandra is jerked awake when something collides with the side of her face. Her eyes bolt open to see a very drunk and very angry Steve. “You were screaming again” he said slurring his words. Cassandra holds the side of her face as Steve raises his hand again, this time striking her in the side of the head. Cassandra falls off the bed and lies in a heap on the floor. Steve’s foot crashes into her gut, and she gasps in pain, however she did not cry, one thing that Cassandra would never do is let someone see her cry. Getting board and tired Steve stumbles to his room and collapses on the bed, leaving a beaten Cassandra on the floor. She got up and winced in pain, no doubt her ribs were broken. She walked to her closet and grabbed her backpack, she empted it of all her school things and shoved what very little clothes she had. Cassandra grabbed her jacket and put it on, and walked to her window. She lifted the glass, grabbed her backpack and climbed out. That was the last time she would ever rely on someone to live, she may be beaten, but she certainly wasn’t broken. Cassandra left Detroit and made her way to Los Angela's. Doing odd jobs here and there for money, seeing as how she had none. Once she reached LA she had enough money to buy a small apartment. It wasn’t the best thing, and it wasn’t in the best neighbor hood, but it was better than living on the streets.
Cassandra enrolled herself back in High school to finish her junior and senior years; her night terrors became less frequent now they were nothing more than nightmares. She made many friends, seeing as how no one knew anything about her past. Cassandra graduated High school with honors in English and art, and now attends The University of Las Angela's as an art student specializing in painting and drama. She has a steady job as a bartender at a local club, oh the wonders of starting over.
“Hey Cass! How about you pour me another drink?” “Sure thing Hun” Cassandra grabs a shot glass and sets in on the bar, grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels, threw the bottle in the air, caught it and spun it around in her hand then poured the liquid in the glass. She winked at all the guys that were staring open mouthed at her and handed James his drink. “That’s four dollars honey” “god d**n Cass, your going to make me a poor man, you know how much I love to see you and your little coyote ugly thing” James said as he drank the liquor in one gulp and set the glass back down at the bar. Cassandra rolled her eyes and glanced at the clock. 12:00 A.M. Her shift was finally up, she grabbed her coat “hey Sammy I’m leaving” she waved good bye to Sam the other bartender and walked out into the cold night towards her apartment.

**ok this is just for somebackground info on Cassandra, the next one will feature Constantine and stuff...**

[Evelyn]

Shadows of the Past


John Constantine sat in his apartment over the bowling alley. At the small kitchen table, a glass in one hand and bottle of Jacks in the other. He poured himself another glass, brought the precious liquid to his pale lips, tilted back his head and felt the warm burning sensation trickle down his throat. Slamming the glass on the table, causing it to crack all up its side. John looked at the broken glass with a blank expression; he was brought back to reality when his clocked chimed 11:30.
John let out an angry/aggravated sigh. Here he was given a second chance at life, in full health with no lung cancer. And now he’s throwing it all away again, not with cigarettes but with alcohol. His head is swimming with memories of the past few months. His second chance (even if it was for the wrong reasons) all his friends now dead, well except Chas. Nothing seems to keep that kid away, even if Chas is an angel he still seems to think that he’s Johns lackey. John smiles at the thought as he takes another shot, and Angela...Angela...The psychic dective..... The one woman that John let in. Sure he’d been with others, but never felt for them the way he felt for Angela, but that was all old news now “yea” John said to himself as he took another drink.
Angela Dodson was given a promotion in Miami. Angela told John that this was a one in a life time opportunity. “John, look I’ve been waiting for this promotion for five years, I have to take it now, who knows how long it will be before another one comes along.” She paused and looked at the ground. “And I think it would be better if we stopped seeing each other, John I love you, but not how I used to love you. It was great.” She stops and thinks. “No it wasn’t, John you never let me get close, and you never opened up. Everything is all secrets with you. You show no affection, love, remorse, nothing. Goodbye John.” The memory fades away, Constantine’s grip on his glass is so tight that the crack spreads throughout the smooth surface making it shatter. “d**n it!” He yells as a shard of glass slices into his hand, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. John slides his chair back and lazily gets up. Stumbling a bit as he walks to the bathroom.
John turns on the faucet and waits for the cold water to heat up, grabbing a towel he sticks his hand in the Luke warm water. He hisses in pain as the cleansing water stings it’s way into his cut. After it is cleaned, John wraps his hand in the towel, then plops down on his couch. The clock now chimes 12:00. As every chime of the old clock bounces off the walls, the twenty or so jugs of holy water, and throughout the empty-ness of Constantine's apartment. John slowly loosing his patience at the sixth chime. He quickly gets off the couch, walks into the kitchen, grabs his black trench coat off the back of a chair, and walks out the door hearing the crunching of glass under his feet. John descends down the stairs into the barren bowling alley and out the door just as the final chime of the clock rings throughout the now empty apartment.
Constantine makes his way down the streets of LA. Half drunk and lost in all his memories. He walks lost in thought until the familiar urge for a ciggertte creeps up on him. He thrust his hands into his pockets fumbling through them to find the nicotine gum, and just his luck there wasn’t any. “Can this day get any f**king better?” He says angrily as he continues to walk trying to find an open connivance store.

Cassandra’s point of view

Cassandra walks down the deserted streets of downtown LA. Taking her jacket and wrapping it around her tighter to keep warm from the sudden temperature drop. As Cassandra continues walking she passes by dark alleyways, getting the notion that someone is watching her, Cassandra quickens her pace. She passes a man along the street, her hazel eyes meet his brown ones and they are locked on each other for a few seconds. Cassandra quickly looks away and continues to walk, but she still can feel his eyes on her. Her mind wanders for a second “he was cute, the tall, dark, and handsome type, and those eyes.” Cassandra turns to get another look at him, to see that he is doing the same to her. She smiles and continues to walk lost in a daydream about the brown-eyed mystery man. Until her happy pg-13 daydream turns into something sinister.
Cassandra looks around and sees the hellish version of LA. The crumbled buildings, the strong scent of sulfur, soldier demons running rampid throughout the city. Cassandra tries to scream but her voice is lost, people plead to Cassandra for help, for salvation from their eternal d**nation. Cassandra turns to run but she cannot move her feet seem as if they are frozen to the ground. She looks down and sees that her ankles are bound in heavy shackles, sharp pain seres through her arms, and Cassandra screams in pain. “What the hell is going on?” Cassandra holds up her arms in front of her to see that they are bleeding! Blood is running down from her forearms towards the floor. The scream that once was lost has now found its way back into her throat and she let out a blood-curdling scream.


John’s point of view

Walking along lost in thought, something catches his eye. A girl that couldn't be anymore that 24 was walking towards him. “Well I guess this day wasn’t a total lost” he thinks as there eyes meet. After a few seconds she breaks the gaze and continues walking. John turns and walks backwards to get another look at her. His mind floods with thoughts, as he looks at her, making him smirk. The girl glances back and smiles at him. John turns back around to continue walking, until her hears a low growl. Emerging from an alleyway a rather large, mean, and hungry looking pit bull slinks its way in front of Constantine. Hunger flashes in the stray’s eyes as it advances towards Constantine. However the dog suddenly stops and cowers back in a whimper, and runs off. “What the f**k?” Knowing that he didn’t do anything to make the dog run away, he looks around. The only other person on the street was the girl, but if she were a half-breed he would have picked up on that. All of a sudden the girl lets out an ear-shattering scream and falls to the ground in a sobbing heap.

[Evelyn]

The New Obsession


John’s point of view


Constantine let out a loud aggravated sigh as he began walking towards the girl. Normally he wouldn’t bother, he would shrug it off and leave her be, leaving her to deal with her own problems. But something was off about this girl; she had a faint aura around her, one that Constantine has only seen around Lucifer. “What the f***?” He thought, if she’s not a half-breed, and she’s not a demon then what the hell is she?
Constantine walked up to her, crouched down, and slowly moved his hand to place on her shoulder. Before he could even move his hand, the girl looked up at him with fear filled eyes “no, no, stay away!” She scrambled out. John put his hands up in peace “hey I’m not going to hurt you” he said as he moved closer to the girl. The girl scuttled back to the wall, then got up and ran away, Constantine stood up and ran a hand through his hair. Constantine thought about what happened and shrugged it off “not my problem” he said blankly.
John turned to keep walking, when a smooth laughter reached his ears. Constantine clenched his fist in anger; he knew that voice all to well “hello Johnny boy.” “Balthazar” Constantine spat as a clean- man with tanned skin, slicked back hair, and dressed in a black Armani suit emerged from the darkness of the alleyway his red eyes glowing. Balthazar neatly folded his hands behind his back, and had a sly grin on his face.
“What the f*** do you want? I thought I sent your sorry ass back to hell?” Constantine said while glaring at him, Balthazar only smirked more “yes well Lucifer needed I disagreeistance in watching his new little obsession, the poor girl has no idea just how important she is.” He says still grinning looking in the direction Cassandra took off running; this catches Constantine’s attention. “Oh really, just how important is she?” Balthazar turned to look at Constantine. “Oh come on Johnny boy, if I tell you that then your going to try and save her, and make my job all the more difficult.” Constantine reached into the pocket on the inside of his trench coat and pulled out a small bible, and held it out towards the half-breed in front of him “this time, I’ll make sure that it sticks.” John advances towards Balthazar, but he merely steps back into the shadows of the alley “not today Johnny boy.” Constantine runs into the alley looking for his rival but he was gone “god damn it!” He kicked a Dumpster, and it echoed throughout the empty-ness of the street “damns it, damn it, damn it!” John said over and over again, kicking the Dumpster each time. After about five minutes, and until John could no longer feel his foot, he regained himself and stormed off towards Midnights club.
Once again Constantine was dragged into a war, this girl had something, if not everything to do with it. But he had no idea who she was, or where to find her. He needed answers and Midnight was the one to give them to him.

[Evelyn]

Influence



Cassandra’s point of view


Cassandra ran down the dark LA streets, not stopping for anything. She was nearly hit by passing cars, and got a few words from short tempered taxi drivers. “Why is this happening? I thought I had my visions under control, I haven’t had one in so many years.” Cassandra continued running until she collided with something. Cassandra stumbled back and fell to the ground; it was then that she realized she ran into someone.
Cassandra looked up to see whom she ran into. A tall man fairly good looking, he had tanned skin, nicely dresses “wow an Armani suit” Cassandra thought and his hair was slicked back. All and all he was very posh looking. “I’m sorry” Cassandra said in a small voice “it’s quite all right, things happen” the man extends his hand and helps Cassandra up. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a neighbor hood like this?” The man said “I was um...on my way home.” The man looked at her “is everything all right?” He asks as Cassandra wipes a few stray tears from her eyes. “Y-yes everything’s fine” he eyes her but shrugs it off, after a few minutes of silence the man ask “I would like to escort you home, wouldn’t be a gentleman if I didn’t, and this neighbor hood isn’t the best.” He said with a slight tinge of amusement in his voice. Cassandra picked up of his tone “no really I’m fine, I’m a big girl. I can handle my self-Mr..” Cassandra” Cassandra asks realizing she doesn’t know his name. “Balthazar, my name is Balthazar” he gave a slight bow. “Interesting name” Cassandra says “yes well it suits me, and may I ask your name?”
Cassandra hesitates “my names Cassandra” Balthazar smiles “suits you” he looks at her “more than you know, well Cassandra I must be going, it was a pleasure running into you.” He winks and walks away. Cassandra looks up at the street sign; she was only two blocks from her apartment. She continued walking, not running this time, but walking fast non-the less.

She walks up the stairs leading to the third floor of her apartment complex. She stops as soon as she reaches the room 300, her landlords room. Cassandra quietly tip toes her way down the hall towards her apartment which is the very last one in number 306. She’s almost made it half way when Cassandra steps on a loose floor board, causing it to make a loud squeak. “Damn” she mutters and listens for the sound of her landlords door opening, but nothing. Cassandra sighs in relief and continues to her apartment. She opens her door, picks up her mail, and enters the dark room. As she reaches to turn on a light, something is wrong, she looks up from her mail to see that she’s not in her apartment. No she’s back in the asylum in Detroit. Cassandra gasp and drops the mail to the ground, she is looking at the very room in which she used to occupy those many years ago. Cassandra puts her hands on her head and closes her eyes tight “no, this isn’t happening, this isn’t real it can’t be.” “Of course it’s real Cassandra” and voice says, Cassandra turns around to see a nurse standing in the doorway. “Why wouldn’t it be real dear? Your not having your episodes again are you?” Cassandra looks down and sees that she’s wearing a hospital gown. “No I don’t belong here. Your not real!” The nurse sighs and takes something from the pocket in her uniform. Cassandra sees that its a syringe “now just hold still and I will have you fixed and back to normal in no time.” The nurse starts to walk towards her and all of a sudden Cassandra is tied down to her bed as the nurse sticks the needle in her arm. A wicked grin on the nurses face, the once white room has now turned to a rusty red, the heat is unbearable. Cassandra screams in a mix of terror and pain, as her arm is cut once again.
Cassandra awoke on the floor of her kitchen, painting hard and wet from sweat. “What is happening to me, why is this happening?” She ask as tears fall from her eyes.

[Evelyn]

The Chance Meeting



John’s point of view

John Constantine walked down the LA streets lost in his thoughts. His mind kept going over his encounter with Balthazar. “Why is she so important, who is she” he kept asking these question over and over to himself. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice that he was standing outside of Midnight’s club. A big neon sign that read “Papa Midnight’s” the light from the sign illuminated the surrounding darkness, loud music erupted from the inside, and half-breeds were all starting to pack into the club. Constantine walked down the stairs that led to the club entrance, the only light was a red light bulb that casted an eerie glow around the bouncer that stood before the door. John sighed and waited for the bouncer to hold up a card. “A fish with wings” John said in a board voice, the bouncer growled and unhooked the velvet rope to let him pass.

Constantine walked through the door, and into the club. Hundreds of eyes were now on him, demon half-breeds eyes glinted in the darkness angel half-breeds stiffened and spread their wings as he passed. He just ignored them and continued walking to the back of the club. He stopped in front of a big steal door Constantine looked at the door with board eyes waiting for it to open. Finally after about 2 minutes the door opens to reveal a office. “I’ll be with you in just a moment John” a deep voice said, it had a tinge of a Haitian accent. John looked up and saw that Midnight was not alone. Sitting in the chair in front of Midnight’s desk was a woman. “Think about what I said Midnight” was all she said as she stood up to take her leave. The woman started for the door but suddenly stopped when she saw Constantine, it was then John got a good look at her. She had long silky black hair that reached her waist and was tied back in a bandanna. Gold bangles were wrapped around her wrist, big gold hoop earrings hung from her ears. Her eyes were dark, almost black. She had an aura around her that radiated psychic energy, she wore a black peasant skirt with a dark red corset. The gypsy looked Constantine up and down “ah the infamous John Constantine, its an honor to meet someone like you” she bowed her head either in a sign of respect, or to mock him John wasn’t quite sure.

“Um thanks, I think” John said, he didn’t have time for gypsy nonsense. “Midnight I need to talk to you, I” he was cut off by the gypsy her eyes were black this time “try all you want Constantine, you will not win this one, the girl is ours.” The voice was familiar, it was like a hiss. It was then that John realized who it was “Lucifer you son of a bitch!” he walked up to the gypsy and grabbed her by her shoulders and shook her “now, now Johnny, wouldn’t want the blood of an innocent on your hands now would you?” Lucifer laughed “now listen closley, no matter what you try, this girl belongs to me. You can try to save her all you want, actually it will be very amusing to watch you try.” “Why, why is she so important to you?” Constantine tightened his grip on her and all she did was laugh, then it stopped.

“Why Mr. Constantine I didn’t know you felt that way” John looked down and let go of her, and she fell to the floor. “What the hell was that?” Constantine demanded “what was what?” The gypsy looked at him, with an evil glint in her eye. “You know exactly what I’m talking about” “no Mr. Constantine I don’t think I do” she grinned and John once again grabbed her and pulled her to her feet “you know something, tell me damn it, or I swear I will personally send you to him.” The gypsy laughed “I would like to see you try” she said in a threatening voice. “John! Selene! Stop this now, you know the rules of my house! I will not tolerate this” Midnight flicked his hands in separate directions and John and Selene were flung to opposite walls.

Selene got up and brushed herself off. “Thank you for your time Midnight, oh and Mr. Constantine I would watch your back in the future.” John also got up “is that a threat?” Selene smiled “no not from me, but I have seen it in your future” she laughed and walked out into the bar. Constantine watched as she left then he went to sit in the empty chair in front of Midnight’s desk. “I need information” Midnight took out a cigar “I know John, however I don’t know what I will be able to give to you, you know that I am neutral.” John took out a piece of gum, as he watched Midnight smoke the cigar, he tried his best not to jump over the desk to grab it for himself, and that was getting harder as the fragrant smoke surrounded him. “Tell me John, this wouldn’t happen to be about another girl would it?” John shift in his chair “it’s not like that Midnight, this girl, there’s something about her. She has an aura that I have only seen around Lucifer, but she’s not a demon or a half-breed. She can hardly keep herself together, and to top it all off reVampire Balthazar?” Midnight nodded “yes he was one of my best customers until you deported him.” “Yea well he’s back, and he’s following the girl.”

“What do you want me to do John? You know my hands are tied because of the balance.” Constantine now stood up “don’t give me that balance shit, something’s going down and do you want to be responseable for when it happens?” Midnight also stood up “you know my rules John, and if you wish to continue coming to my bar, I suggest you sit down, shut up, and listen to what I am going to tell you!”




SELENE!