John Constantine stood at the edge of a pond smoking a cigarette. He took one final puff of it, and threw it on the ground next to him. He watched as it started to catch fire. Just then, he heard loud gubling come from the ground and shake the nearby trees. Constantine quickly mumbled a spell that set the fire out, but he was already on his way.

"You dare threaten the green?" The voice that came from the swamp echoed for miles. The voice was supposed to scare anyone and everyone that heard it, but Constantine didn't move. Instead he lit another cigarette and put it in his mouth as the monster emerged from the murky waters.

He was the biggest thing Constantine had ever seen. Almost ten feet tall and several feet wide, the monster that stood in front of him was ugly. He had some humanoid features on his face, but for the most part he was covered in vines and leaves and moss. His glowing red eyes stared down Constantine's soul.

"I need a sword." Constantine said to the monster.

"Leave… Now." He responded

"Why would I do that? I haven't gotten what I need yet."

"The only thing you will find here... is an early death."

"Well, Better not keep the devil waiting then, eh?" Constantine responded Swamp Thing's threats. Constantine started to remember a spell that could attack or defend with.

"You are… making a mistake."

"The only mistake being made here is you not giving me the bloody sword, Alec." Constantine shouldn't have said that, and he knew it. Swamp Thing made a vine erupt from the ground and smack Constantine in his side. He went flying across the grassy area and landed into a puddle of mudd. "I just bought this jacket last week." Constantine said when he saw that his whole back side was now covered in leaves and soil. Constantine stood back up and started chanting a spell.

"Fluvius igneus" His hands lit on fire, but they didn't hurt him. This was one of his favorite spells, as it was basically a flamethrower, but with his two hands. Constantine aimed his two open hands at shot out the flames. It wasn't like pressing a button and having the flames come out, he just felt a feeling inside of him and he just did it. It was truly magic.

The flames hit Swamp Thing's back directly. His whole backside caught on fire, and then his whole ten foot body. He turned around the face Constantine and stared at him. He was unmoving, and the only sound that was heard was the crackling flames of his body collapsing in on himself. He crumbled to the ground fairly quickly, as he was just a bunch of dried old wood, vines and other various plants.

Constantine knew he didn't kill him, there probably not even a proper way to kill him. Alec Holland was intertwined with The Green. It was the force that created and destroyed every single living thing on earth. It was very much like the Speed Force, which was another story by itself. The basic thing was that Swamp Thing could never cease to exist, unless The Green was gone. Which meant that as long as the earth was living, Swamp Thing would be living. Constantine stood in the middle of the swamp with two flaming hands and a muddy brown trench coat. He came sprang from behind him, and Constantine had just enough time to react.

"Obstructionum!" A light blue forcefield went around Constantine as a large vine slammed into it. If he wasn't so quick to act, the vine would've split him right in half. Constantine turned to face Swamp Thing, and he could tell he was even more angry then before, if that was possible.

"You… are a fool, John Constantine. I can control every single little blade of grass in this swamp. No matter what you do… you will die." Just then, Swamp Thing made huge tree roots come out of the ground and wrap around Constantine. He struggled to try and get out, but it wasn't possible. He was trapped.

More pressure started to go around Constantine, and at one point he felt like he was going to pop like a pimple. Just when all hope seemed lost, Constantine saw the light. Not the light into heaven, but a blinding yellow light that swallowed him whole. The strains on Constantine's body released, and he could breathe again. He was thrust forward, and he hit a ground that seemed to be made of sandstone. Constantine stood up, and looked at the person who saved him. He wore his signature golden helmet, with a golden cape and a blue middle section.

"John Constantine." Dr. Fate said, His voice sounding pure but harsh at the same time. "You have a good friend who cares about you." Constantine looked up and saw exactly who he expected. He saw Jason Blood with a angry look on his face.

"What did I tell you, you bloody idiot?"