Night of the Hunter

[Constantine]

Portal...

The scene was illuminated by the light coming from the door behind its guardian. Shadows of two figures were cast upon the sand, two pairs of footprints and dark drops of blood trailed off a long way until they were swallowed by the darkness. Both figures were lacking one of their hands, giant one still bleeding with his recent loss, struggling to keep himself under control, hiding his pain within his heavy breathing. Cloaked figure was in a hurry, with his dark face and the mischievous shine of his eyes, hurriedly moving towards the white light of a giant archway. The door gave off a heat as intensely as it shone, hurting to the eyes that were so used to the darkness of their world, engulfing their shivering bodies with warmth. Cloaked figure started to laugh aloud when they closed in to the narrow stairs climbing to the platform where the pillars of the archway stood, his giggle cracking with a unique satisfaction.

The beastley man knew that his companion was waiting for this moment for a very long time. He watched him limp on the stairs, took only three heavily excited steps to arch. Another step forward to the light, with his laughing and giggling getting even more louder. One final step and he was lost in the light, even his footprints were gone from the ground where his feet dragged.

The door was losing its shine quickly as the one left behind hurried after his lost companion. It was nowhere near as bright and warm as he took a last step towards it. After a brief pause he took a deep breath, grasped his bleeding elbow tighter, and expected himself to be taken away from this horrendous night... Nothing happened. His feet touched lightly on the floor of the hard stone platform, the light that would mean his salvation was gone before his sight, leaving him in total darkness. He could neither see the door, nor hear the guardian beast, it was as if he was all alone with this dead, cold night. His feet no longer wanted to carry him, tired legs failed him and he fell on the sand. Its touch on his naked back was so cold, reminding him what his numb feet felt. Laying there beaten, the beastley man started to wait for the day he knew would never dawn.