The vile dose: Episode 2: Communion

10 supposedly wise men gathered in a red lit room. Many computers were staked in a circle connected with cables that dripped blood. A man in the back held a a bucket of blood as he washed the floor with it. He was repeating a prayer in Creole that meant, "Little spider the hollow is fit for your web."

He and the ten men stood in a circle in front of the computers holding hands. They looked like the typical nerd bullied in school. They stood there as a naked women came holding a big bag of acid patches and a wip in the other hand. Her hair was dripping with blood, her breasts had piercings connected to her back with a thin chain of flowers. Her torso was covered in wreaths and bones.

She had a spider tattooed on her wrist, that kept on moving between her wrist through out her body to her ankle. The ten men kept on repeating what the man with the bucket kept on saying. The ten men opened their eyes to see their hands attached to each other with the computer cables.

The man with a bucket sat in a meditative posture as the woman put the acid patches into the ten mens mouths.

"Sit down" the man with bucket said as he picked up his staff standing at the back of the room next to the door. He knocked on the door three times. He opened it and a child wearing his nursery uniform came in.
He had a toilet paper hanging from his trousers.

The young boy wore couldroy pants, in utter silence, only the annoying voice of the couldroy trousers could be heard. The old black man gave the kid the staff as the beautiful woman gave him a kiss on the cheek, and her lipstick still marked on his cheek.

The kid stood in the middle of the writers, the writers fell to their knees crying, some wanted to leave the circle as the kid sat on the ground and laughed as if he heard a joke. The writers couldn't leave, they were tied by the computer cables.

Some of the writers fell to the ground, some of them started wanting to gouge their eyes out, the child kept on laughing, the kid knocked with the staff three times as the old man in the back closed the door he opened, then the ceramic floor cracked and dissolved as if it were just an imaginary ground.

The woman in the back ground drew her hands in gesture, the piercings with the flowers on them grew with vines, the vines had many spiders coming out of them filling the room, quickly the spider webs filled the empty ground holding the ten writers as their computers fell into a deep black space, with only the spider webs holding them together.

The child levitated while hilding the staff as it gently rested on the spider web with out getting tangeld by it. On the other hand, the writers legs were completly tied by the spider webs.

The child laughed his last laugh as Constantine stopped gazing at his black mirror.

"Chasy boy" Constantine looked at his friend standing next to him bored as Constantine was just looking at the black mirror for 30 minutes. "Its a black mirror Chasy boy," "just another black surface" responded Chas. "That's why I still get in your cab for free chas." Winked Constantine.

"Did you get what I asked you to." Chas pulled out a bat in a cage. "Jesus fooking christ Chas, I asked you for its blood not the fooking animal."

"Fuck if I pick this up you tight ass wanker, you know how I stole it. plus couldn't you use a picture of a bat, like you usually do."

"thats why your wife doesnt sleep with you no more Chas, where is your sense of adventure."

"I dont fucking care John you draw its blood."