John Constantine Vs. The Toa Nuva
Newcastle, England. A generally unremarkable place, if not for the constant debauchery and irate drivers. But if one looked closer, they would see something more... out of the ordinary. Something unreal. And that something was usually always connected to one John Constantine.
Atero, Spherus Magna. NOT an unremarkable place. Not at all. It'd been bad enough when the Skrall had kept attacking, Ackar mused, but now that he and the others knew that the Great Beings had been "successful" in their reform-the-planet experiment and Makuta had invaded, he wasn't so sure. Who could be completely sure on a planet destroyed by greed?
"Jawhn! Jawhn!"
John Constantine opened his eyes wearily, raising his head from the puddle of booze, and suddenly perked. That was odd. Nobody called him at this time of day-
Oh. Two o'clock. The dancing girls. The hangover. Right.
"Wot's it t'yew, en?" he yelled.
The voice was hesitant. "Trubble, cunt. Big trubble! Come quick, man!"
John grumbled. It couldn't be anything too serious. Vampires, aliens, zombies, werewolves, mermaids- he'd seen 'em all. What could be so fantastical that even a Brit dared to dub it "big trouble"?
Constantine later learned that maybe he needed to reevaluate his worldview.
A giant mechanical spider. Just crawling lazily in the park. Leering at him and his companion. The poor bloke didn't even know what it was.
"It's 'een speakin' 'some kinna code-" he'd said- "gibberish, really. Couln't unnerstand a thing."
"Yew try talkin' to some a'em translation cads?"
The man frowned. "If I 'id, d'ya even 'ink I'd be here?"
Not actually true. As the supernatural bounty hunter later learned, Mark Unitas Krikan would have been at Leazes Park either way, leading him to his "destiny". What a stupid concept. John Constantine HAD no bloody destiny.
That was not actually true either.
Makuta Teridax was very clearly winning.
His brother had been neutralized, confined to the Mask of Life. The Toa were too preoccupied saving their precious Matoran.
And as for the Matoran themselves...
Let's just say the evil Bionicle relished the thought of what he did to the naive fools.
Now he was looking over Bara Magna, the desert planet where the Ignika had been shot. Pathetic little place. Teridax was sure no one could survive there very long.
He looked behind him. A short distance away, Aqua Magna, once this robot's watery prison. A bit in front of that, slightly obscured by dust and small asteroids, was Bota Magna. A giant jungle. Not much to say about that.
But beyond it...
"Earth".
He himself didn't know that, of course. The robot's onboard navigational systems told the Makuta everything. He was but a ghost in the shell, and he was honestly just fine with that.
What a fine planet. Earth.
When Makuta Teridax got the time, he was definitely going to go and invade it. It seemed ripe for the taking. Would serve well for his plans, and possibly for the great beings who had done this.
Not now, though. For now he would crush Mata Nui so hard he died.
Terry really loved this job.
This one... came out of nowhere. Not gonna lie. Discussion about the new Constantine series kept popping up and I'd been working on Toa Titans too and soon I thought "hey, why not cross the streams together somehow?"
So yeah, here is a nonsensical little novella about John's strange adventures with the Bionicle. I don't get it, and neither should you, honestly. It's Vertigo.
Only major comment I have to start is Constantine's character, and I hope I'm getting it correctly because it seems people are very protective of it. *prays*
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