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When; Nov. 19 (after midnight)
Rating; PG-13 (language)
Characters; John Constantine (

silkcutremix), the Corinthian (

noh_dancer)
Summary; the second half of an escape, sequel to this
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Yes not having a toothy snout jab him in the toothy eye was quite preferable. Cori also didn't want to pull the nightmare shtick on John again, not when he was actually aware of himself and his surroundings. He kept his teeth shut, needed them to stare down those monsters so familiar with Silent Hill. There was some truth in the Red God's words; the Corinthian and the denizens of the manor were cousins of a sort.

John's 'voice' tore his thoughts away from the unnerving sense of kinship the place gave the nightmare. He turned towards the dimly lit shaft, brushing the sense of... something foreboding, something with the scent of an ancient musk from Corinth.

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"You mean neither of us should leave, but we will," the Corinthian stood his ground as well, mouths twisted into a determined growl.

"John," he said under his breath, urging the magus to make a break for it, the nightmare could keep the woman busy with his immortality. Hell, how would he know if John had already been killed and brought back in the shape he wore now or not? It didn't matter to the Corinthian, just as their friendship with the Noh Dancer no longer seemed to matter to her.

Despite the bone-white snout and cruel teeth, there was hurt in the beast's eyes; he hated every moment of this, betrayal and all. He would have to run. He was John Constantine in mind after all, and that meant he was a shite fighter. Shouldn't risk it, not after all he had been through.

So he pulled away from the Nightmare to all fours, loping to that blessed exit in a mad, rolling dash. The wolf body was faster, but he was still fast if he needed to be, like right now.

It mattered to her.
It mattered to her more than she had ever let on before or after things had gone to hell...but she was bound by the mark on her back, and the promise she had made.

...A servant.

She shut her eyes against the image of Cori, and John...mostly John so radically altered, and angled her sword across her body.
My fault...

" Please don't make me do this, Cori...I don't want to hurt you. Either of you.", she tried, pleading with him one last time.

"I'm not making you do anything," Cori said in a low tone, "I'm preventing you from stopping his escape."

All she really had to do was her job.

At least one of them would make it out first. As soon as the magebeast broke into a run the nightmare rushed forward to fight Scarab, no blade in his palm, only his hands and his teeth for weapons. Sometimes that was all anyone really needed, immortal or not. He reached for the woman's face, intending to unmask her so they could see eye to eye.

This was maybe a bit too easy. Once Constantine was a good distance, more towards the end of the shaft to the blessed light than Scarab, he stopped and turned around to watch. And maybe something else; a finger traced in the dirt...

She didn't want to hurt them, didn't want to turn her sword on Cori, and so that probably accounted for her delayed reflexes.

Still, she had enough time to know that if she kept cutting up, her sword would gut the Corinthian combined with his foreward momentum.
She didn't think, jsut reacted.

...And dropped the weapon from shaking hands.

Her mask had smaller straps holding it in place, but it left her eyes completly uncovered.
There wasn't any need to remove it to beable to see her, it was more symbolic anyway.
Chained silver blades to echo the rusted sharp edges of her mentor's.

He succeeded in getting it off, but she squeezed her eyes shut, more from the angry burning agony racing from her mark along her spine.
Her legs were threatening to give out at the pain, but she held her ground, and put a bare, weaponless hand up to stop the nightmare from getting too close to her face.

" N-No...no your not preventing shit." she managed through clenched teeth.

" Get out of here..Go, now, and I'll try to stop teacher from coming after you." she could feel a growing anger riding the pain.
Not her anger, but with the blurring lines between master and apprentice these days, it was hard to tell how far away he was.

"Gomen...f-for everything" she whispered, slipping unconsciously into her native tongue.

He braced himself for impact, intending to take that sword as deep as it would go, straight through him ideally just so he could reach her eyes. Cori couldn't even stomach the symbolism of the thing that crowned her face, it represented his control over her, his victory, the scar his branding. How Scarab could have agreed to this... Perhaps it was too late to break the hold the Red God had on her, or not.

The nightmare stared at her, the deadly dragon with her eyes shut in pain. No, they couldn't kill each other over this. Cori thought about taking her sword anyway and slashing it against his hand so she could bring the blade coated in his blood to her master as evidence of her attempt to stop them. No, the god was connected to her mind and body, the deceit would only make things worse. Teeth eyes looked to John in a brief moment of futility. What could they do for her at all?

"Don't. We can handle him ourselves," the Corinthian countered, "... we'll help you when we can."

That was an offer if the rumors were true, that each mark volunteered under false pretenses, it was a promise if Scarab, Keico, still crawled under her skin. He touched her hand, held her fingers tightly before breaking away to join the magebeast.

A grunt. Puncturing a finger with a tooth, he had cast a temporary seal in blood to hopefully block, or at the very least complicate, any attempts at reclaimation the Red God would pull on him. Briefly, he considered doing the same for Scarab, Keico, but then again, the mental pain throbbing in his back told him that this was her fault. John could forgive her, but all of this...

Well, let justice be served after all. Bloody theme of this fucking place. He did not want to see what else the fuggin' evil cunt could do.

Sorry, luv, he thought, giving her one last glance as the nightmare caught up to them. But you brought this on yourself.

She nodded, not really trusting her voice right now, and squeezed his hand back before he was gone.

Indeed, she had brought this on herself.
In wanting a purpose and a place she had hurt someone she cared for.
Granted, she hadn't been the one to injure John, nor change him directly...but she hadn't helped him escape before things got worse either.

She could hear thier footsteps echo down the tunnel, and feeling safer in the thought they would get away clean, she let her knees give out, and sank to the floor.

...And then heard very distinct steps.
Large shuffling ones, followed by the screech of metal on mortar.
The pain in her back was throbbing horribly, and it was all she could do to keep from screaming.
Her eyes were watering, but she smiled a grim kind of smile.

Her Judgement was on it's way, but that was alright.

She was ready.

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