Disposable Heroes: A Daredevil and Hellblazer crossover
Disclaimer: Ok OK!!....jeez dude...I don't own Daredevil he's a property of Marvel and I don't own John Constantine he's a property of Vertigo. This is just a work of fiction that I myself have made up and any other character I put in are properties of there respected companies...Can I sodding write now?...Thank you...bloody nancy boy.
Chapter One: The Devil
Karen Page was never one for faith or never had a faith for that matter at least that's what Matt thought. A year after her murder, Daredevil now had no faith
He sat atop St' Michael's Church...pining and contemplating the so-called "faith" he once thought was the answer to all of the world's problems now he thought it to be a cause. He stood and looked over the huge granite cross at the busy Hell's Kitchen streets.
"Hard to protect people when you don't want to protect yourself." He thought darkly.
He jerked his head. "Scream...woman...less than thirty feet away." He said softly as he sprinted toward the ledge of the cathedral. He jumped blindly...no pun intended. He pulled out one of his billy clubs from the pockets at his legs and extended the hidden cable inside. It caught a water tower and The Devil used it to swing to where the sound waves originated. He landed on the unsteady ground and fell through the rotting boards.
One....two...three floor...on concrete he found solid ground. The Man Without Fear groaned nosily and shook the deep throbbing pain out of his head.
"Damn...should have heard the boards..." He said softly to himself. He rose to his knees...and the pungent smell of recent death hit him in strong waves...a smell the Guardian Devil was all too familiar with. His mind flashed to the recent radar sense sight of the parish of dead nuns...compliments of Bullseye ending with the death of the only woman he ever loved.
The Devil shook the images from his head and rose to his feet. He stomped his foot and saw the atrocities that awaited his blind eyes. Crucifixions, Pentagrams, melted candles covered in blood, and bodies...countless lives sacrificed to heathen and pagan gods.
"My God...how could I have missed this hell hole?..." He thought horrified. As he made his way down a seemingly endless hallway he extended the billy club he had been clutching, ever alert for sounds and sights of movement...hostile or non. With each step more horrifying scenes were revealed to him; heads separated from the body, long dead skeletons still caked in flesh, and the ever increasing smell of death.
Daredevil reached the end of the hall to find a door covered in metal casings. It had a single symbol burned into the center of the door...a snake twisting up a upside down cross.
"A cross defiled...Witches or Satanists..." He spoke aloud trying to unravel the question of who was behind this. In seeing the cross a spark of faith renewed in Matt. He took a deep breath and entered the room. The first step reveled a large double decker foyer walls lined with book shelves and littered with candle holders with wicks burning. The hall was littered with bodies and demon rites...but this room as clean and straight but the smell of death still lingered heavily.
"The room....it looks as if someone was...expecting me for God's sakes.." He thought puzzled. He caught a hint of Chandelle lipstick. Daredevil snapped to attention and looked to where the smell was coming from. At the far end of the room there was a girl kneeling, shaking, and sobbing the Lord's Prayer. He ran to her and dropped to one knee. He stopped the prayer abruptly and started screaming.
"No...No...I'm gonna get you outta here..." He said trying to sound comforting...not knowing the hells she has seen and see until her death.
"HE'S COMING!!!," She yelled at The Devil "NO...escape....HE'LL KILL US BOTH!!!!" She stopped and got silent. Daredevil tried to pull her to her feet but...she was caught on something. He slammed down his billy club and saw her bewildered and blank face. He looked down and saw a single jutted claw protruding from her chest....covered in blood, pulp, and bone fragment. It retracted from the lost soul and he caught the sound and sight of the hell beast running. The waves never crossed over the beast so Daredevil never saw it completely. The Man Without Fear followed the human looking creature and rased his club.
He brought down the club and connected...with nothing. The sounds and waves of the beast had disappeared. He wheeled around to still see nothing. He heard the faint sound of laughter...The Dark was beginning to rise.
The Man Without Fear now had something to fear.
Chapter Two: The Fool
A lone haggard in a tan trenchcoat sta in a empty bar, at a table littered with empty bottles...beer, whiskey, scotch, and whatever else he could get his hands on. The burly...and heavily drunk bartender looked up and saw him still sitting in the same place he was when he first saw the man.
"C'mon now....time to piss off Johnny." The bartender grumbled at the trenchcoat man in a heavy Irish accent.
The man stood up and put a cigarette in his mouth. He began to walk toward the door.
"The sodding band tonight blew." The man said lighting the cig and taking a drag.
" Not every band is gonna be as good as Mucous Membrane John," He chuckled "Oy...didn't you 'ave lung cancer?."
He takes the fag out of his mouth, smiles a cocky smile and says, "Yeah...I did."
He opens the door and leaves the smokey pub behind. He takes in the cool air of the streets of Liverpool, England. The streets he had saved many times and many times to come. He is the bastard by any other name...John Constantine...The Hellblazer. John starts his walk home and he takes in the sights of the familiar streets.
"Bloody hell...I missed this..." He pined as he made his way up to the cobble steps of his apartments.
Constantine opens the door and is met with the sight of his landlord, Murray. He starts to walk past him but is spotted before he hits the stairs.
"Hey there Constantine....Where the fuck is me rent mate!!!???. You haven't paid me in God knows how long!!!" He spat at John. "If you don't pay me in the next week...your out on your damn bum!!!"
"These conversations are the highlight of my day..." He said as he puffed at his cigarette.
"What did you say you bloody smartassed prick!!!" He screamed. Constantine waved his hand and muttered a few words and he became docile and quiet.
"You still want your money Murray?..." John said cooly.
"What money?" He answered dumbfounded. John smiled and walked up the stairs.
"Been doing that spell for three years still hadn't caught it...dim-witted bastard..." He muttered amused. He reached his door and slid the key in the knob. Something rustled behind him...He turned his head and looked around with puzzlement, shrugged, then walked in. He closed the door behind him and muttered an incantation he picked up in the Pit...as he called it. The door glowed a faint blue then slowly faded away. Arcane Protection Charm. The apartment of the Hellblazer is just that...a hell.
A few chairs, one coffee table littered with cigarette butts and bottles of booze, a sparse kitchen, gallon jugs of water blessed by anyone with a loose affiliation with the Catholic Church, and hundreds of books on the Occult and Arcane. He took off his coat and loosened his tie (even more then it already was) and landed in the nearest chairs. He ran one calloused hand though his matted blond hair and took one last drag off of his cig.
The phone buzzed. John jumped in surprise...and he hates surprises. He picked up the receiver "Constantine." He said sharply at the person on the other end.
A bright voice on the other side said 'Mr. Constantine...this is Lt. Myers from New York precinct 12." The lieutenant said almost cheerily.
"Well bloody fine to meet you Myers...now piss off." Constantine snapped.
"I think you need to hear this sir..." He shot back darkly. The Hellblazer sighed heavily...
"Go a-fucking-head slick. I'll give you ten minutes." He breathed. Myers launched into a speech about how the N.Y.P.D needed him to help on an investigation of some disappearances and murders in a place called Hell's Kitchen and how they suspected the crimes to be Satanic in nature ("Fitting." John thought). He ended with "I heard you were the best at this kind of thing Mr. Constantine..."
John put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. He took a heavy drag and started to laugh.
"That I am kid...but what makes you think that I'm gonna hop a plane and leave the Queen's country for the sodding Big Apple?...there's too many memories there for me...savvy?" He said for once lightheartedly.
"Jesus man...at least try for the families man...give them at least a little
solace." He said downtrodden. Constantine felt anger well up inside of him.
"I've seen more Occult murders in my life then anyone in the world!!! The families will never...and I mean never sleep again knowing that little Susan's kickers were invaded by a hell beast and she was nailed to a cross." He shot at him and slammed down the receiver. He plopped down in his chair again and took a drag. He heard the rustling again this time outside his door.
John flew out of his chair and gabbed a vial of Holy Water and muttered the counter-spell to his door. He flung the door open and saw...nothing and no one...
The looked up and down the hall and only saw footprints...made out of deep red blood. He followed the prints and they let him down the stairs to the lobby. As he walked he never took his eyes off of the footprints. They ended at Murray's booth.
He looked up and saw good ol' Murray...with his head splattered all over the wall behind him. He turned away from the horrible smell and caught sight of a slip of paper nailed to the door. He walked over and ripped it off and saw that it was a plane ticket...
One way to New York...Constantine went up stairs and looked up Lt. Myers.