It’s official. I am going to Hell. I may as well take as many of you along for the ride as I can. Have some Matt Murdock/John Constantine from the thing I said I wasn’t going to write and am now somehow very much writing.
John couldn’t remember how the bloody hell he’d ended up here. All he was aware of was that his ribs hurt like Hell, there was blood in his hair, and he’d somehow lost his trousers. And his pants. At least he still had his sodding coat. He patted himself down, hunting for a pack of smokes.There was a quiet snicker from the depths of the shadow on the other side of the dark alley. He cocked his head, fumbling for a lighter, but his hands came up empty.
“A couple of feet to your left, over by the dumpster.” The voice was surprisingly gentle, slightly amused, and tinged with a slight taint of what he assumed was local. All these fucking East Coast accents sounded the same to him.
SCREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM MOONY <3333
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