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wouldn‘t go to jail for this. They needed a hospital with proper equipment to do what they were about to do. Unknowingly, Robinson chose the perfect place for him and Constantine to get together, and talk, or so Robinson thought. The last thing Constantine wanted to do was talk.
“I see you brought someone with you.”
“He wanted to come alone, but I insisted in accompanying him,” said Carlos.
“And since you‘re just like him, you convinced him, right?”
“This is not about us, Constantine, so don‘t try it,” Carlos warned. “This is about you. You are insane. You need help.”
“Don‘t you get it, Carlos? It‘s too late to help me. I only want one thing in this life and it‘s the one thing I can‘t have. How do you think I feel? You know what? I think I wasted my time coming here because nothing you say is going to make me change my mind.”
Carlos and Robinson just stood there, not knowing what to say, just waiting to see what Constantine was going to do next. On his way here, he realized that even if he made Robinson disabled for the rest of his life, Kay wouldn‘t leave him. For once, Constantine was not in the dark. He saw things the way they really were. Kay would support him and take care of him for the rest of her life if she had to because when Kay made a promise, she would keep it, no matter what would get in her way. She would not break the vows that she made to her husband. Kay had lived without sex for twenty-six years even when she was human, and now that she had superhuman abilities, she could control her body, and she could live without sex for the rest of his life if she had to. He would never have Kay. Kay hated him for terrorizing her and not letting her live her life. Constantine made a decision, but Carlos and Robinson never found out. He had the ability of keeping it from them, and he used it.
“I‘m leaving,” he said.
“You‘re not going anywhere until we work this out,” Carlos said, arms crossed across his
chest.
“I have got nothing to do here. I‘m going home.” Constantine had a lot to learn. He wasn‘t dealing with two normal men who needed weapons to subdue or threaten him. The next thing he knew, everything was black. He could see nothing. He was knocked out. Several hours later, Constantine woke up in a psychiatric hospital. Without touching him, Robinson and Carlos worked together to make Constantine lose consciousness. Robinson and Carlos were working. Robinson was in his office, in his record label, trying to make a decision about one of his newest artists, whether to sign him or not, and Carlos was working on one of the last scenes of his new film, something he‘d done for months, and the film was only thirty days from being released. Constantine only saw walls around him and a closed door, from which he couldn‘t see anything. It was like prison for him and he had no idea why he was here. What had these sons of bitches done to him? How did they prove to the police and the doctors working here that he was not in his right mind? Constantine couldn‘t get up from his bed. He was tied down. In the early morning, he became so aggressive that he injured nurses and they knew that he couldn‘t be running around. He was dangerous. He broke a male nurse‘s hand, disfigured another nurse‘s face in a permanent manner, and pushed another nurse, causing him to hit his head so hard that he became unconscious, and now he was in another hospital. The brain injury was so substantial that doctors didn‘t know if he would live. No matter how hard he tried, knowing that he had extraordinary strength, he couldn‘t move. Doctors and nurses made sure that he wouldn‘t be able to break free because they knew who he was and what he was. These restraints were made for people like Constantine. Every time he tried to move, it would cause him great pain. Even his