Random Scripts and Stories

Next Gen: Returns

Set 5 months into Jezebel being pregnant with Alexa

Drinking his sorrows away, John's old man sat in an old pub in the town of Liverpool. A stranger sat next to him. He noted the stranger wore a leather jacket with the collar turned up, his long nails curled around the beer bottle in his hand, and he looked just as bad as he did.

"That bloody son of mine; it's his fault that I'm like this." He mumbled.

"I hear ya; this guy took away someone who meant everything to me, and now he gets to be happy." The stranger took a swig of his beer.

"Ha, try having your own son take away your wife, making you out to be the bad guy, and then setting a curse on you! One that left you fragile and like you can't do anythin'! I eventually had to set aside my pride, and sell my soul to get a damn cure." A laugh rose in his throat, as his gaze kept on this stranger.

"Yeah, well, this guy took away my girlfriend a while back. Now he's living with her, married to her, has 2 kids with her and now has a 3rd child on the way! It's like he's rubbing it in my face! She claimed that they were only friends, and when she... split up with me, she put all the blame on me and defended him!" The stranger flicked down his collar to reveal it's Jason, Jezebel's ex; the volume of his voice getting louder, causing other people to look over to him in annoyance. He took a swig before looking over at John's dad, "You know, you look a whole lot like the guy she's with..."

"Yeah, and what's this guy's name?" John's dad laughed slightly, taking another long swig of his beer.

"John Constantine." Jason answered with a depressed tone; at the mention of his son's name, John's dad took a spit take causing Jason to look at him with confusion, "You know the twat?"

"Know 'im? That's my fucking son!" His voice took on an angry tone, "How is that fucking fair! The little shit gets to live a happy and successful life, while I have to live with that fucking state of weakness!"

All through this, Jason continued to take swigs of his drink. Eventually, John's dad stopped ranting about his son.

"Tell me something, mate, where does he live now? I'd like to pay 'im a visit."

"I thought you would never ask; he lives in a mill lodge some place in Atlanta. I'll show you on a map." With a tone of excitement, Jason grabbed a map from the stand holding brochures for tourists and visitors on the corner of the bar. He circled where the lodge was with a pen he asked the bartender for.

Meanwhile, at the lodge, Jezebel lay on the kitchen floor as she called, "JOHN!!!"

Rushing in, John's voice had a tone of worry, "What?! What's wrong?"

He looked around, not seeing Jezebel, only Brendan on the counter giggling; he looked around the corner of the counter to see her lying on her back on the floor.

"I'm stuck." She smiled; she made a grabbing motion for him to help her up.

John laughed; he leaned over his wife, "How in Hell did you end up down there?"

"Brendan dropped his toy, and I bent over to pick it up. I fell over." She looked up at a laughing John; she continued to make a grabbing motion, "Instead of laughing at me, can you help me up?"

"But, this is so much more funny..." He smirked, even as Jezebel glared at him, "Okay, okay, I get the message."

He moved a bit closer, standing over her; he held out his hands for her to grab onto, "C'mon then."

Jezebel grabbed his hands and he attempted to lift her; he strained, "Hgn!"

"Thank you for saving I'm fat." Jezebel pouted