The creaking sound of old wood echoes through the hallway. The smell of sweat, alcohol, stale cigarettes left on an ashtray for way too long, dried vomit and blood overwhelmed the hallway. It made you feel uninvited and sick as it choked you by the neck.
You hear a door open with a sound of newly polished 1461 Dr Marten's thumping on the ground. The door shuts, vibrating the entire hallway. Chas has arrived. He walks up the flight of stairs with the reeking smell.
"Why would anyone live here."
He reaches a door. An echo of Bad Brain's, Banned In DC is playing behind the door. The music is too loud and clearly someone needs to change the vinyl player.
"John!"
No replies. Chas begins to get annoyed and starts to kick the door.
"Chas if that's you, now's not the time, ya fuck."
Chas tries to pry open the door with a crow bar he had found on his way to John's. He then see's right through the key hole, John lying naked on his bed with 3 empty bottles of bourbon.
"Cunt must've bought those yesterday after I left."
"Oi John! See you've been telling me a whole lot of lies eh?!"
"I don't have time to remember all the lies I tell you. I wanna go back to sleep now Chas, so run along."
"John, the last train here was a bitch to get on since you live all the way out here in Hackney. At least just open the door."
A sudden moment of silence and the music stops. Chas wonders if John had left or died. Both of which seemed very possible.
"John?!"
"Oh my god, can't a guy turn his music off. Stop being such a bitch, I'm coming to open the door!"
The door opens and the horrible smell hits you like a tidal wave.
"Oh god! What the fuck, John! It smells awful!"
"You get used it"
A shirtless man, a straight edge tattoo on his neck that has been completely useless, now that he's smoking, unwashed blonde hair, a Siamese amulet tattoo on his front chest are all seen. He punches Chas in the face and spits on him.
"What the fuck, John, what the fuck!"
"I told you I needed to get some sleep, you little bitch! Now whaddya want?!"
Chas falls on the ground in a fetal position covering his nose with his hands that's soon covered in blood. He screams in antagonizing pain. His screams are suddenly masked with the sound of the hall door being kicked open by the owner of the bowling alley John lived above, Mitch.
"What's going on around here?!"
"N-N-Nothing, Mitch"
"I heard someone scream like a lil bitch and thought it was you. Oh, your rents due sometime soon, John. Don't pay me in drugs this time please."
"That'll be pretty hard but I'll try"
The door shuts and John looks at Chas in disappointment, not being able to take a punch to the face. He throws a towel that hasn't been washed with the excess smell of semen. Chas vomit's from the smell and throws in back to John. The sound of the hall door being opened is heard again. John starts to wonder what could Mitch want this time but ignores it and drags Chas into his room.
The sound of footsteps on the stairs is heard again. John decides to just push Chas back out while he gets changed.
"Aw, shit!", Chas curses while being pushed out and falling face first.
The creaking noise becomes more evident and Chas begins to stand up. He see's a skinny guy, with an anchor tattoo near his eye, his neck and both hands fully covered in tattoos, you could hardly see any skin tone, skin tight jeans and a Black Flag t-shirt.
"Is this Johns?"
Chas keeps quiet while analyzing the guy from head to toe trying to figure out what would John have to do with someone like this. He came to a quick conclusion this guy was mislead to a gig location since most places in Hackney where gigs are held smell like this.
"Black Flag disbanded over 10 years ago. Definitely can't find them here."
"I'm sure they wouldn't play in a shit hole like this even if they were still around. So where does John live?"
"Which John?"
"There's only 1 John I'd know that'll live in a shit hole like this and that's definitely John Constantine."
"You're right, son. D'you have an IQ of a 150? You sound so smart."
"Hey now cunt, nobody needs to speak that way. You're in your 70's and your nose is bleeding like a teenagers pussy. I think you have cum stains on your mouth as well! Hahaha!"
Chas shamefully wipes off whatever is on his face and walks closer to the guy.
"What's your name, punk?"
"All I need to know is that your John's little bitch, Chas and I know John is in there with a cigarette in his mouth considering going back to sleep and leaving you out here."
Chas starts feeling a huge sense of discomfort and knocks on John's door really loudly.
"Yes Chas? I hear you having a little chat with someone, made friends yet?"
"John, some punk is here to see you and he kinda looks like you."
John quickly opens the door with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Hey child, I hear - Holy shit, you actually do look a lot like me."
The guy passes John and note.
"Read this, this might help."
"Dear John, if Javier has passed this note to you, well then look at him once again and slowly let it settle in. Wear a condom next time you fuck wit and learn how to sort your shit out! Adoncia."
"Let me get this straight, so...(John pauses and lights another cigarette and takes a huge puff) you're my son and your name is Javier?"
"As the letter say's. I don't lie. Been straight edge since I was 13 and never backed out."
"Might explain the tattoos then. Hmmmmmm. I might've made a mistake sometime ago then."
Javier kicks John in the pubic region. John falls down laughing hysterically in pain.
"You mother fucker! I had to sort so much fucking shit out to get here just to see your sorry ass face and all you have to say is I might've made a mistake sometime ago?! You're like what my mum said you were John a fuck wit!"
Chas pushes Javier back and tries to pin him to the wall only to get punched in the nose again.
"SHIT! Really?? Really?? In the nose again?!"
Javier puts his boots above John's head and bends down.
"So you're the great Constantine and here I am with a shoe on your fucking face. Listen up you geriatric fuck, I know lots of things you hardly even remember, like how some tranny succubus tried to stick its dick up your ass and it made you so turned on you could hardly do anything! I have something to suggest to you and you listen good!"
"(Muffled) what?"
"I wanna be learn all that shit that you know, so at least when you die you can say you've done some good in your life. I toasted that nigger, Papa Midnight by controlling his moves and shit."
"Wait, wait, you meaning to say you have sympathetic magic?!"
"Yes, I do old man and you're going to help me embrace it."
Javier moves his foot away from John's face. John stands up and pats him on his shoulder.
"Okay, here's the deal, you don't step on my face again."
"I do whatever the fuck I want."
"Okay, uh very well then."
Chas finally stands up with his already dried blood all over his clothes. He looks at both Javier and John.
"Don't ever do that again. It's not funny and I might've broken some bones."
John brings Chas into his living room. Javier follows John from behind and the smell hits him like a tidal wave.
"Jesus Christ, ever thought of cleaning this place?"
"No, no, not really. I think about it sometimes and it just ends up with me having a big fap. The tissues are there Chas if you need them."
"I don't wanna touch your cum tissues, I'd rather I bleed to death."
Javier pulls a chair in front of John while John lights another cigarette. Javier is disgusted by the smell that adds to the stench of the room.
"So where do we go from here, John?"
"Come back Monday with some paper and a pen and take down some notes."
"Yeah real funny, John. Are you going to teach me or not?"
"You stepped on my face you lil fuck. If you were Chas, my dick will go straight up his ass. Not like that's never happened before."
John turns back and gives Chas a wink. Chas is disturbed and quickly walks out of the room.
"Come on John, you don't go telling your new found son what happened 35 years ago! Fuck you old man!"
"Aw come on Chas, I was just kidding!"
"I hope you tell him how you got anally probed by a gay incubus once! That'll set things straight."
John turns back to quickly explain to Javier while Javier bursts out laughing.
"Oh shit! You are just one sick fucker, John! How're you even my dad?"
"Okay, come back tomorrow and i'll teach you what you need to know."
"I think I know about enough now, John. You're fucked in the head!"
"Hey! I'll help you use this uh, power that you have to its benefit."
Javier begins walking out the door and through the hallway. He seems uninterested but stops to walk back to John.
"Here's the deal now, don't tell me anything you've done, just teach me shit I need to know and that's good enough."
"S-s-sure!"
"I'll come looking for you tomorrow and you better be around or another foot goes on your face."
"I'll try, I'll try."
Javier storms out the door. His discovery of his long lost dad has lead him to disappointment but he knows he's the only one that can help. John finally goes back to bed but before dozing off, a picture of Andocia appears in his mind saying "you're sick, John, you've got warts all over that dick of yours."
John smiles while his tattoos emit a turquoise glow. The whole building begins to vibrate and Javier on his way out the door, turns back and smiles while saying, "you are one strange man, John Constantine."
