The Sidelines
( @cherryfinolahobbes )
The skies were a roiling mess of screeching ghouls and wraiths amidst thunderclouds and lightning bolts. People were screaming on the streets, cars and sign posts lifted straight off the ground to join the mayhem that was the tear in the dimensional fabric between the Prime and Elsewheres. The Astral plane, the Grey, the Nine...wherever these abominations may have come from, well, it all went right over Chas, since he was just a cabbie and all that.
This was John’s sort of schtick, which probably explained why Chas was here in the first place, arms folded and standing by a particularly sturdy oak tree, looking up into the sky now mottled with tattered shrouds and John Constantine. Oh wait no, that dot had a cape on so it was probably Dr Strange. Then that dot over there must be...ouch, what a toss. Yep, that one was probably John.
Chas sighed and was glad to have parked his cab two blocks away. He just got his no-claims-bonus so to the Hells was he going to park right in front of this bloody gothic circus. John can walk two blocks or run all the way from Twickenham for all he cared.
A disembodied torso came flying towards him and he smacked it away, dodging entrails and all. He was getting better at this. Chas kicked the guts aside and only then did he notice another man standing several paces away with almost the same stature. Stoic, stout, girthy and grim, also suspiciously dressed like Dr Strange.
Chas pulled his vacuum flask from his puffy jacket and took a sip, then offered it to the man.
“Coffee?”
Might as well, since they were just waiting here for their best mates.
Oop, incoming signboard! DUCK!
