BROTHERS TOGETHER: US AGAINST DOOM

Dorothy Has Left Kansas

When Constantine woke up, he found himself in a strange place...

Constantine felt a serious headache as soon as he opened his eyes and he squinted in pain as he tried to make out his surroundings groggily.

Gradually Constantine's eyes cleared up and he could finally get a clear look at his surroundings. When Constantine got a look at his surroundings, he suddenly sprang to his feet in shock and surprise.

Swoosh!

A sharp wind blew against Constantine, hitting his face sharply, causing it to sting in pain. A storm of dust and sand was raised by the wind and it rushed at Constantine, burying him in red earth. In the next 2 seconds, everything vanished as if they had never appeared in the first place.

Cough, cough!

Constantine burst into a coughing fit, spitting out the sand that had gotten into his mouth that he had failed to close in time due to his surprise.

"Cough! Damn it, what the hell is this... I've got sand in my mouth, eyes, nose, ears, and everywhere else. Just what is happening?"

"Where the hell am I!"

Constantine hurriedly opened his eyes after removing the sand that clung to his face and he looked around himself once more. In the end, he was still greeted by a shocking scene.

Everywhere around him, the only thing Constantine could see was sand, red sand on a barren desert. It didn't matter in which direction Constantine looked; it was still the same.

Sand filled Constantine's vision when he looked into the distance and above him, the sky was red and dusky. The wind here blew fast and furiously and it carried small particles of sand with it which hit Constantine's body, causing him to feel a stinging pain on his skin.

It didn't take a genius to know that Constantine was in a completely different place.

"Well, it looks like Dorothy is not in Kansas anymore!" Constantine commented.

Right now, Constantine was numb to all the strange things that happened around him. Even since he woke up from his coma and met Ruger learning that he now shared a soul and body with an immortal existence from another realm, nothing seemed to shake Constantine anymore.

While Constantine was looking around, he tried to make sense of what was happening and figure out where he was and how he got here.

"Where is this?" Constantine asked himself.

"It doesn't look like any desert I know of on earth. No desert has such fine red sand as far as I know. Besides, the sky here is red and there is no place on earth that has red skies."

"Does this mean I am not on earth anymore, or could this be a change that arose over the year as a result of the rift?"

Constantine continued to study his surroundings, and he came to a few conclusions regarding where he was.

According to Constantine's guess, he was either not on earth anymore or he was in a place that went through a lot of changes after the space rift had appeared last year.

"Whether I am still on earth or not, the question is, how did I get here in the first place?"

This was the thing that puzzled Constantine the most. He was clearly still in his room when he went to sleep, but now upon waking up; he found himself in a strange desert that might or might not be on earth.

Constantine also remembered that strange dream he had before waking up where he was surrounded by fog and he was chasing a figure in the fog who he suspected was his friend Baron.

Constantine had still yet to figure out what that dream was all about, how he was faced with another puzzling conundrum.

"Come to think of it, I don't seem to remember when I went to bed and fell asleep," Constantine thought.

"I clearly remember having trouble falling asleep after talking to that douchebag. after that I stayed up to think and walked to the balcony. The next thing I know, I'm dreaming about being lost in fog and now I'm waking up in this strange place."

"Is there something wrong with me?"

Constantine was beginning to feel worried. Not because of him appearing in a foreign and unknown place, but because he didn't know how it happened in the first place.

The first thing that Constantine thought was that something had to be wrong with him. After all, all this only started when he woke up and inherited powers that were not his own.

Because of Ruger, Constantine's life was becoming very unclear and he couldn't see what the future held for him anymore. There was no way for him to predict what would happen to him or what kind of weird and bizarre things would be thrown into his life.

Just like now, it is very likely that the cause of all this was due to the changes he was currently facing in his body.

Constantine didn't know what to do about this and the one person that could probably help him seemed very unreliable... Constantine was not even willing to reach out to him for help in the first place.

Constantine was deep in thought when suddenly, he heard a very annoying voice sounding out in his head.

"Hehe brat, it seems you're in quite the pickle!"

"How about it? Do you want my help?"

Ruger's voice suddenly interrupted Constantine's thoughts, making him very annoyed. He didn't want to interact with the menace right now and wanted to figure things out on his own. But clearly, Ruger wasn't the type to care about another person's feelings, much less Constantine.

He simply came up and disrupted Constantine's thought process.

Miffed, Constantine replied to Ruger curtly, "No thanks, I'm good. I don't need your help. Can figure all of this myself!"

"Suit yourself, brat. Don't let it be like I didn't offer to help. Now that you've rejected me, I might not be so willing next time."

"Huh!" Constantine snorted.

"As I would ever need your help," he said stubbornly.

"Is that so?" Ruger asked.

"Well then, I guess you won't need my help to save you."

Constantine was confused when he heard that, as he didn't know what Ruger meant by that.

"What do you mean by that?" Constantine asked.

"Oh, nothing. You said you don't need my help, so it's not my problem anymore. But just for the sake of fairness, let me give you a heads up."

"You probably want to start running right now. If not, you will die."

Constantine was shocked when he heard that.

"Who the hell are you cursing to die, you bastard? You better tell me what the hell you mean by that or else..."

Constantine raged, but just as he was about to confront Ruger, he suddenly noticed something wrong.

Looking ahead of him, Constantine noticed that there was a sandstorm heading his way. This was not so surprising as they were in the desert and the wind was blowing very strongly here. The sandstorm didn't look very strong and it wouldn't pose much of a danger to Constantine.

But the problem was that Constantine could actually see a few giant shadows inside the sandstorm, heading his way.

He didn't know what those shadows were but a sudden feeling of danger overcame Constantine, causing him to shiver in fear.