“So your good for a lift then mate?”
“I bloody hate you John”
“Ha, join the club, see you in twenty”
Chas is a good friend, loyal like a dog and always willing to take one for the team, he's only worth having around if you can put up with the moaning though.
Kitrianna had given me her brothers address and had paid for a last minuet flight in to George Best Airport in Belfast. She had told me she wasn’t coming, that she had more business to attend to in London, it was total bullshit, that I knew but it was better off that way, I couldent think straight with her around me.
I couldn’t stop thinking about what Kit had told me about her brother, what the hell had Tom got himself in to? I knew he had been in to some dark shit after his son and wife died a few years back but I had no idea it had gone this far.
There was a shuddering bang as the door was slammed shut.
“Its my god damn day off John”
I couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of Chas, he was standing there looking slightly bleary eyed and worse for ware, with a bad case of bed head to boot.
“Its not bloody funny you scouse twat”
“Aw come on Chas you know I'm sorry and anyway there's no such thing as a day off in this business”
“Hmph, what the hell are you going to Belfast for anyway?”
“See and old friend"
We climbed in to Chas's old black cab that was used for Hellblazer Investigations travel needs and set off to join the unwashed masses at Heathrow Airport.
The woods where deep and dark, fog drifted between branches that looked like gnarled old claws. I could feel eyes on me. I started to walk, I had no idea where I was going, I just wanted to get out of there.
Something drifted between the trees, white and wraith like, I sped up, this place was claustrophobic.
The sound of my name spread across the woods like dry leaves rustling in the wind, I was running now, the old gnarled claws where slashing me as I sped by, trying to hold me, stop me from leaving.
What ever it was was right behind me, I could feel it, like a coldness spreading thougrh my body. I needed to get away, I needed to get out of here.“John”
It grabbed around my ankles and I went down hard.
I woke with a jerk as the plane hit the tarmac of George Best airport, a cold sweat had broke across my body.
Welcome to Belfast.