The Vile dose Episode 1

Prologue

                                                                                                 The crackling of a Mutiny

There is so much to life than a bunch of bats in a cave, thought to himself the rich but sad Bruce wayne. He lit a cigerrate, as Alfred came in with his new girl friend. This time she was a blond girl with titanic tits. She seemed drunk on different types of chemically uninhibted words from Alfred's smooth tongue.

Bruce sat on his chair burdened by his lonliness and his muscle tensions, with every breath he took he felt one of his teeth almost giving away to breakage. He remembered every chance he had to leave the bat cave but he chose not to.

He has been there for so long that he forgot why he came in the first place, even Alfred whom he presumed as a eunuch had a girlfriend. He was wondering if he should join the police force. He felt that desperate. He was unsure of his purpose, ever since he killed the joker he felt like he killed his one true love.

He was scarred and his jesus who laughed his miseries away with the thrill of the chase was no longer there. The sounds of the blonde girl could irritate an elephant as she looked at Bruce Wayne in his Bat suit. Bruce, the desolate one who saved all of the damned from their beastly urges sat down being eaten up by his own. After crime ended in Gotham Batman became like the statue of liberty minus the flare.

"Hannah darling, don't touch this" Alfred moved the girl's hand from the shifting gear next to a big screen. It was Bruce Wayne's new Video game, sadly enough he played the new DC game. It felt to him like a World Wrestling Championship. He felt sold out.

He was not the only one, John Constantine sat in his room in liverpool with a packet of Silk cuts laying next to him. He looked at a painting of himself in the first comic book made about him, he remembered Zed, he remembered Swamp Thing. He looked at the newest issue written about him, he felt abused and he appreciated the new super power they added to his magick but now the writers that served him were out of ideas and now they were thinking about killing him off even to save an old love.

He really didn't believe that they saw him that ridden with guilt.

"I am the fooking laughing magus" He snared as he lit the cigerratte. He turned god save the queen by The Sex Pistols.

The phone rings, Chas calls again, but John was too depressed to answer even to his donkey of a cab driver, but he decided to pick up, "A fucking Vampire, they made me into a fucking Vampire Constantine, what the fuck is wrong with those vile sewage minded fuckers, When the fuck did I grow these fangs"

"Chasy boy, they made me into a fucking Jesus boy if that is any consolation, they even made me in the movies look like an actors who can't say more than two sentences without looking like a monkey has bit his penis and chewed on his balls."

"Constantine I don't like this, now I cant sleep without thinking about how many chicks i would have banged if I were that vampire."

"Chasy boy, you would have been the puppet in Dracula's hands. If by chicks you mean the rats he would have thrown at you, I would salute that wretched company for that."

Chas clicks the phone but Constantine knew he would call again, he was like Heroin to him. Constantine took out a bottle of whiskey from the shelf and started drinking. Pondering how he would take control of his own stories again. He knew the writers were no longer recording his actions or Chas they were busy trying so many faces for him because they were simply afraid of showing how notorious he really is.

The only one he can think of as well was Batman, not because they met, but he read another lie wrote by writers them working with each other. That was time when John Constantine felt really PG 13, he was afraid he would one day retrograde into a virgin, because their gobsmackingly outrageous ideas they had about him.

Constantine started to think how he could really reach Batman, they basicallyto each other never existed not because Batman was American, but because they literally lived on different paradigms.

But he thought to himself, He picked up the phone, "Chasy boy, ever heard of Batman." "Bat what the fuck now." "think of Lucifer but depressive." "Yeah, what are you getting on John." John Constanintne looked at his bottle of whiskey, "get me a pint of Batblood, and a picture of dead parents from the news paper, oh and if possible lots of prozac."