Dante walked down the fogged streets, his feet making hollow 'thunks' his head turning from side to side, scanning his surroundings. Coming up on an alley, a clawed blue/black hand landed on the ground. Dante walked to the opening of the alley turned and spotted a familiar dark shadowed form. He let out a hrmph and reached into his coat, and then the shadowed form fell forward and landed on the ground. Its body spilled out onto the floor, revealing it to be a demon, but a red stain was on its back, it seemed to be blood. Dante hrmphed again and started to walk off, when a white spot appeared from the dark-
"Adrian, dammit would you listen to me!" an angry brass boomed from the front of the vehicle. I recognized the voice and let out a soft groan of annoyance, I hit the pause button on my Ipad, making the video stop right as Lady stepped into the scene.
Pulling the earbud from out of my ear I shift my body to where I'm sitting at a 90 degree angle, my legs underneath my favorite blanket rested on the van's bench seat. "What?" I asked, not trying to hide the annoyance I felt.
"Are you watching that devil may care shit again?" my uncle Phil asked, his eyes in the rear view mirror, but shifted back towards the highway.
"Phil, language." His wife Gertrude, my aunt, chastised him.
Annoyed at my uncles dissing my favorite media franchise, I narrowed my eyes at the back of his head. "Okay, a) its 'Devil May CRY' and b) so what if I am?"
Phil glared at me into the rearview mirror. Matt, Chelsea, and Sam, my cousins, *cough* parasites, turned around in their seats to look at me, I was in the back of the big rental van. You know the ones that have like four bench seats behind the driver and passenger seats. I was in the back after all, each of us having our own. The look on their faces showed a glee at the prospect of me being in trouble again.
"You know I don't like you watching that crap." Phil said angrily.
"And you know that I don't like going to church." I retort back. "Yet you still make me go, so it seems were at a standoff."
The look Phil gave me was murderous, but I just shrug it off, after all I've been on the receiving end of it for years. Plus he had nothing on grandma Florence, that old bitch could glare down the devil and makes him beg for mercy. A funny image of Mundus on his knee's crying came into my mind, causing me to chuckle slightly.
"Why you little-"
"Phil, the road!" aunt Gerdy shrieked, Phil quickly righted the rental van, causing it to shake, jostling everyone.
"Look Phil," I start off till he growls at me, causing my cousins to giggle, "I don't dictate what you or the rest of your family does on THEIR electronics." This causes an awkward pause in the van. "And besides, the deal we have is that as long as I pay for MY own stuff, you can't control what I do on them."
Though lord knows he had tried to, he just couldn't access my stuff. Mainly because I password protected everything I could, changing them regularly, I also kept everything else in a safe that they couldn't crack. The parasites would take anything that they could find, even if it wasn't rightfully theirs, so yeah the safe was good measure, though I now have to buy a new one since they had forced me to sell it for the move. Everything I owned, except for some of the hand me down clothes, I had worked for on my own time. I took every job I could find since I was 11, just trying to earn some coin to buy stuff that was actually mine.
Phil grunted at my response and just stared back at the road, everyone else turned around, the parasites giving me a mocking look before sitting back down. I just sighed at them and got back into a comfortable position, and went back to watching my favorite episode of Devil May Cry.
I may have lied a little when I said that I had earned the money for everything I owned. The money for the Ipad, I got after black mailing my uncles family, well they started it anyway. You see, I had scrapped and saved for two years, having my eyes set on buying a PS3, along with DMC4 the minute they announced it. In 2009 I had finally made enough to buy both bran spanking' new. I had played the game, loving the story and graphics, and also loving my new system. Unfortunately fate had a way with fucking with me, as always. I had come home from babysitting the next door neighbor's kid to find the parasites playing on my precious PS3; apparently they were playing DMC4, on my fucking profile.
Needless to say I had been pissed off, well okay royally pissed the fuck off. The parasites had quickly pulled out all the cords and were playing keep away with it, I had hit one in the gut and in retaliation, and then Sam had thrown it down the stairs, destroying it and my DMC4. I promptly beat the shit out of them, they went to their parent's and despite my justification, and they had punished me for it, and refused to refurbish my system and game. Well to get back at them, I had simply stopped doing my chores. You see, my aunt and uncle spoiled their children, and I mean SPOILED them, so the parasites had it in their heads that they didn't have to do any chores. So it was my job to take care of the whole house, the dishes, clothes, the cleaning and what not, they even made me cook for them. The stingy assholes didn't even pay me for Christ sake! So I just stopped cleaning and cooking, well except for my own stuff.
After three weeks of living in utter filth, the parasites contributed mostly to this since they are ginormous slobs, they had come crawling to me, begging to clean the fucking house. So I asked for 600 bucks and 20 more a week for cleaning the house. Hey I deserved it after all the shit I've had to put up with. They gave in, and the house was back to being spotless.
Oh guess I should introduce myself, sorry for my long ass rant. Names Adrian Black, I'm 17, fixing to be 18, and I am currently on my way to some city with my uncles family to 'start a new life.' My real family is no longer around, so I've been living with Phil's family since I was 7. Now I know what some of you are saying, that I should be grateful for still having family and that I can live with them. Well my answer to those naggers is this, live with them for a week and see how much you start to bitch and rant.
I really am resenting this move, after all I had a steady job back were we used to live, and I was 2 grand away from buying this black 2006 corolla I had my eye on. Sighing I looked out the back window to see our u-haul trailer behind us. My stuff was back there, I had managed to stick everything into one duffel bag and a backpack. My favorite blanket that's as old as me was with me as stated earlier, along with my Ipad, and another backpack that held some books and my two collapsible batons, better known as ASP's. If anyone disses my blanket, I will beat them with my ASP's.
It's around 2 in the afternoon and we've been driving to this place for the last six days. I say we because I've had to take a couple of turns behind the wheel while Phil or Gertrude took a nap, I've also had to play navigator for him, and the parasites meanwhile just slept in their seats. I really wanna see how they react to staying up through the night trying to navigate traffic on a sugar high at 2 o'clock in the morning. Why we didn't take a plane was lost on me, but truthfully I'm terrified of planes so it doesn't matter to me anyway.
Thunder boomed in the background, making me look at the sky. It was dark grey and I could see signs of lightning. I just smile at it, I love storms they're perfect weather to sleep in. My episode ends and the screen returns to my video archive screen. I sigh and hit the lock screen button, then put my Ipad in my bag. I roll around to a more comfortable sleeping position and closed my eyes, the sound of rain pitter patting on the roof of the van just make me even sleepier. Within minutes I'm letting the darkness of sleep take hold, but for reason I feel this electrical sensation as my consciousness fade to black. Huh wonder what it could be?
Three hours later –
"Adrian sweetie wake up." My aunt Gertrude says softly, shaking my shoulder. I let out a groan and push myself up. I rub the sleep out of my eyes; unfortunately I had to push my red hair outta the way. Some of the other guys from game night at the library had said that I look like Ada Wong with Clair redfeild's hair color, which since I'm a guy kind of pissed me off. But I accepted it as the compliment that it was meant to be, though later he joked about getting me a red cocktail dress and a gun. I politely smacked him upside the head, refused the dress but accepted the gun, I never got the gun.
"Umm," I say rotating my arms and neck to get rid of the knots, "Where are we at?" I asked, pretty sure that we weren't near our destination. More likely we were at a town an hour away stopping a fast food place because the parasites bitched that they were hungry.
"Were in a town about an hour and 30 minutes away from where were supposed to be, the kids wanted to get some food first."
Damn I'm good, I think as I get out of the van. The rain had slowed down to a light trickle showing signs that it'd probably stop soon.
"What time is it?" I ask as we head into the Hardees's, good, I like their chicken sandwiches; it's one of the few things that the parasites and I agree on. I hold the door open for Gertrude as she tells me it's about 5:30. We stand in line, and soon we order our stuff, get it and sat down with the rest of her family. I start tearing into the sand witch, finally realizing how hungry I actually was. I get polish off half of the sand witch when I take a breather and start in on my fries, when a nagging feeling told me to ask Phil something.
"Hey Phil," he looks at me with a what look, not defensive but not all exactly nice. "What's the name of this city were going to?" Everyone stops eating and looks at me as if I'm stupid; hey I've been working so sue me if I missed a family meeting or two.
"Oh you will just love it Adi," My aunt Gertrude gushes, I cringe inwardly at their nickname for me, which is weird considering my other nickname is Ada Redfield. It was dubbed on to me by the guys and gals from the anime and game club. I preferred it to Adi; don't ask because I can't really explain it really. I finally tune back into my aunts rambling. "… It's a lovely tropical island,"
Wait island, where the hell are we going? "It is simply a beautiful city." She continues gushing, wait we haven't been to it yet, what the hell have you seen of it. "And their church is tied in with their own local government." She finishes.
Aww, and there is the main reason why we left, I mentally kick myself for not going to that lawyer and getting myself emancipated like I had planned on a few years earlier. For those who don't know my family I'll put it into perspective, my family, are religious nuts and I mean that any way you'll take it. Every branch of the family goes to a different religion, and they are hardcore believers in what every church they go to.
My own family's religion of choice was Catholicism, and I mean hardcore catholic. Grandma Florence was the most devoted woman I've ever met, and plenty of other people who met her said the same thing. Hell, even the priest came to her for his confessions; my mother always said Florence could make the pope cry. My uncle Drew, my mom's brother, Phil is my dad's brother, was one of the guys who shot at the cops at Waco in '93.
But compared to the rest of my family, Phil's was the odd one out, in the way that they never stuck to one religion for more than two years. Which was perfect for our last town, it had a grand total of 26 houses of worship, and we had tried almost all of them, except the two cults, the hedonist place, and the voodoo church, though the last one I had wanted to attend. Since the time I've been living with Phil's family I have been a Lutheran, Methodist, Hinduism, Huguenot, Buddhist and a plenty of others. I liked Buddhism, it's just that I violated their teachings too much to be considered one, plus I liked Judaism it's just that I liked my bacon more. I find all of it funny and annoying as hell, funny because Phil used to be a southern Baptist minister, annoying because of the prospect of religion itself. Each of them had it to where that they were right and any other religion was wrong. Personally I chose to be agnostic, it's a way of saying that I'm skeptical of religion, well cynical of it really, but in the end I still believe in the chance that there is a deity out there.
So any way, a theocratic government was perfect for Phil and his family, they seemed to enjoy the confinement of religion, and theocracies were known for its strictness and contracts. But for some reason that nagging feeling was getting worse.
"But what's the name of this marvelous city?" I asked sarcastically, the nagging feeling turned into a harsh buzzing noise.
"It's called Fortuna." My aunt Gertrude said proudly.
I just stared at her, and the rest of them. "A city called Fortuna?" I asked, I'm pretty sure my face was blank with disbelievement.
"Yeah, didn't you hear her?" Sam said mockingly.
"And you say that it's an island with a theocratic government." I state, ignoring Sam's statement. Uncle Phil and aunt Gerdy shaked their heads at me, okay time for the joke to end.
"Ha-ha the joke is really funny, seriously what's the name of the city?" I say, not bothering to hide the annoyance I felt. Seriously? did they take me for a fucking idiot. Fortuna may exist in name only for some town in the middle of nowhere, but one that was on an island and had its own theocratic government, pssh puhleaze. It would be my dream to be in Devil May Cry, but unfortunately dreams like that are for the purpose of escaping reality, or at least trying to avoid it for a little bit.
"I don't know what you mean." My aunt Gertrude said a pure look of hurt on her face. I just let out a snort of disbelief and roll my eyes.
"Yeah right."
Gertrude looked like she was about to burst out into tears, "I'm *hic* not *hic* a-" she never gets to finish because Phil gives her a napkin to wipe her eyes into. Gertrude is a very nice woman; she is by far the only person in all of my family that I truly like. She's just weak when it comes to being authoritive, or anything truly challenging, which explains why her and Phil used to be partners in their real estate firm, till they sold it.
"How dare you accuse us of being liars." Phil said, his face was turning purple in anger. When I was younger I would be apologizing like crazy by now, because Phil used to beat the shit out of me to 'discipline' me. He stopped when I started to hit him back, I grew a spine quick enough for the disciplining to only go on for a few months, but I didn't forget them. Truthfully I think I was his surrogate for his kids, since he never hit them, but still beatings kind of etch into your mind.
"I didn't accuse you of being liars; I accused you of playing a bad joke on me." I say giving him my level best stare.
"We aren't playing a joke on you, we really are going to the island Fortuna, and we are going to be happy there, whether you want to be is you choice not ours." Phil replied angrily.
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Fine, whatever you say, and Gerdy." She looks up at me, the tears are still fresh but there are less of them. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry I was being a bastard to you."
"La… language!" she said with a coked laugh. I smile at her, showing that I actually meant what I had said.
I laugh to and the tension goes down a few keys. We go back to eating, the parasites start a contest to see who can eat the fastest, and I beat them all, even though I wasn't competing.
"Adrian," Phil says clearing his throat, "You'll drive the rest of the way."
"Okay." I say, I was kind of expecting this; I'm going to have to stash my blanket. He tosses me the keys and I catch them easily enough.
"Were going to have to fill it up a little, the agreement says we have to turn it in with at least half a tank full." I nod to show that I was hearing him clear enough. "We'll use the gas station next door." Again I nod and went to fill up my drink.
10 minutes later I had pulled the van up next to the pump, I had put my blanket in a space bag and sat on it to deflate the air, it was now underneath the rear bench seat were Phil will be taking his nap. Phil wanted to pay using his card, so he was standing next to me watching the price go up and up, mumbling about how the economy is. I just nod in agreement when a car pulls up, it was a cherry red Aston martin and damn did it look good. Then the doors opened and two people got out, the woman in the driver side was wearing a very tight and very small, top that showed off her obviously fake gigantic boobs, her hair was obviously bleached. She also wore the miniest (if even a word) mini skirt I've ever seen.
The guy that got out of the passenger side wore cargo shorts and an unbuttoned shirt, revealing a tan body that was in very good shape, I mean six packs and all that muscle that some guys worked hard to get. Though his Pecs were bigger than they should have been, they looked like someone had given him a little boob job. Yep defiantly steroids. I stared at the guy more then I should have, I knew because Phil cleared his throat angrily.
"You will burn in hell with those thoughts." He said, giving me a piercing glance.
I scoff at him, "I already got a suite reserved Phil, and besides did you see them, they want people to look at them." I looked at him as he looked back at the couple as they were starting to walk into the gas station. Their asses seemed to sashay as they walked, revealing a tramp stamp on the girl, the guy I think wore a thong.
"You do have a point, but still that doesn't mean it's polite." He said grudgingly agreeing with me.
"Yeah right, did you see the boobs on that guy." I say trying to draw away attention from me.
"Yay, almost as big as the girls." Phil said with a short laugh. Then he stopped the gas from pumping and paid for it.
I sigh mentally at the bullet I just dodged, Phil had his suspensions about me, but I had been able to ward him off. At the moment he probably had the suspension of me being bi, or at least a little bit. Lord knew what would happen if he found out the truth, or looked up some of the type of fanfictions I read online. I should probably change the password on my Ipad, you know just in case.
An hour and 30 minutes later –
I've been driving long enough now that my ass had gone numb; Gertrude had stayed up front to navigate for me. After about 40 minutes of driving along countryside, the landscape had changed to that of a shoreline. The parasites wanted to go for a swim, which was stupid since it was raining cats and dogs outside. It had started to pour 20 minutes after we had left the gas station, rains fun to sleep to, but it's a bitch to drive through, I still loved it though. I had yelled at them to sit down and shut up, because if they wanted to swim they'd had to jump out the damn van. I promised to slow down to 40 though, none of them laughed, but Gerdy cracked a smile.
I saw a town coming up and on the sign it said that the harbor to Fortuna was located there. I had a sinking feeling that I was losing my mind, and that I had made Gerdy cry for no reason. Maybe there is a real life Fortuna like that in DMC, the sinking feeling told me that there was none. Right as we hit the town, the rain miraculously cleared up and in an instant the sun was shining and the birds started chirping. Even the water that was just a few seconds ago choppier than an 80's horror movie, was now smooth and crystal clear. Again the sinking feeling came back with a vengeance, except this time I had a little voice in my head that was screaming "Turn the fuck around now and drive." I just about did it, but Gertrude started to happily give me directions to the rental agencies branch company in the town.
I grudgingly followed her directions, that little voice kept yelling "You fucking idiot, it's too late to turn back now dumbass." I just sigh as a pull into the back lot of the place, little more than a shack. We all pile out, I had to go back to get my stuff, and unhitched the u-haul, apparently we can turn it in here to.
Two people came out of the shack/building, one was a guy in a white robe like uniform, the other was a tall woman in black, her hair was halfway down her back, the tips where white and stopped about a fourth of the way up, the rest was pitch black, like she died her white hair. Both of them had a pin that was the shape of a sword had a wide curve, the bottom portion curved back enough that it hit touch the end of the hilt. I just stare at them wide eyed, oh shit, and start to think that I should have turned the van around, "Told you so dumbass."
"Hello you must be the burkens, yes?" the guy in white asked extending his hand out to us. Phil reached forward and took the man's outstretched hand with a big smile in place.
"Yes we are, I'm Phillip, this is my Wife Gertrude, my sons Sam and Matt, my daughter Chelsea," Phil introduced his family, each shook the man's hand all with smiles on their faces. "And this is my Nephew Adrian Black." Finally introduced.
"Yes, Adrian, I have heard much about you, it is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Petrov." The man, Petrov, says his big smile still in place. Yeah everything he probably heard he got from the police reports or the neighbors. You not fooling me buddy, creepy ass smile or not.
I take his hand and give him my best smile back at him, "It's a pleasure to meet you Petrov, and I am glad to say that I am happy at the prospect of living in Fortuna." I can lie with the best of them, but these guys could definitely tell I was lying through my fucking teeth.
"I am so glad to hear that." Petrov says, his smile increasing but his eyes were growing colder, and his grip beginning to become vice like. The woman in black cleared her throat, making Petrov pull away from my handshake and our staring contest, his smile met his eyes again as he laughed.
"Oh I almost forgot, this is my partner Alma." Petrov says with sheepish grin.
"Hello" was the response of Phil's family, but I stayed silent as they shook hands with 'Alma', I looked her over and suddenly saw a black hilted Katana with a matching sheath. 'How did I miss that?' she got to me and extended her hand, her eyes held a curious look as I shook it.
"Hello Ms. Alma." I say politely, no use in being a bastard; after all I spent a good part of my life in the south.
She gives me a wolfish grin, "Hello Adrian, I hope that we will get to know each other." She responds. Wow how kinder garden, I've only heard that expression in cheesy romance novels, and from those guys in movies that try to pick up girls, you know the ones that look like douches.
"Maybe we will." I respond cryptically, no need to give away the truth that I am actually shaking in my combat boots. I take another good look at Alma, she had on a solid black sweater that hugged her body, and a black trench coat is what she wore over the sweater, black leather pants that tucked into black pointed heeled boots. She also wore black gloves, though the fabric felt nice. Her eyes were black with white pupils, okay weird. I still held that hope that this was still just a practical joke, but that hope was dwindling fast.
"We were sent by the order," again dwindling hope, "to help you." Petrov says all smiles.
"That was incredibly kind of them." Gertrude said, yeah right they wanted to make sure we had actually gotten here and not just ditch them.
"Yes it was," Petrov replied, he probably though that he had better stuff to do than babysit a group of annoying newbie's. "So allow us to help you move your things onto your cart."
"Cart?" Chelsea asked, her face fell on the realization that she'd probably have to walk.
"Yes we do not allow motor vehicles in Fortuna, but do not worry, there is public transportation." Petrov said. He then motioned to Alma, who went to a shed and pulled out a two wheel pull along cart, you know the ones someone has to pull along. I had a sinking feeling that they didn't have a horse to pull it along. We started to put everything onto the cart, it took about 20 minutes, unfortunately my duffel bag barely fit on the cart, so I had to carry both of my backpacks, luckily my blanket was already on the piled on cart. In the back ground a loud horn tooted, probably signaling something.
"Oh dear that is the ferry, Alma go and make sure that they don't depart without us." Petrov said to his partner. Something around her neck that was underneath her sweater glowed a soft amber color. Alma gave Petrov a dirty look that only I saw and ran off towards the direction of the ferry. Hmm, so there are bad memories between these two, could be useful to know.
"Okay, we should probably get going, follow me please." Petrov says then promptly turns on his heel and starts walking. All of us stare at him, then each other, then the cart, then at me. Oh HELL NO! I glare at them all and let out a very nasty growl. "Do please hurry along." Petrov yelled back to us, he knew a big speck.
Phil looked at me and glared; his hand went into his pocket and pulled out his wallet and pulls out a couple of twenties.
"More."
He growls, but pulls out six more twenties. I quickly snatch them and stuff them into my pocket, and then I duck under the carts handle and lift it up with my knees. Damn, they know me all too well, wave some money under my nose and I'll do just about everything, but not everything you dirty minded bastards, I have some dignity. The cart is light even with all the shit on it, so start to jog to catch up with Petrov, who is now a small speck. Everyone started to run to catch up with me, jeez I'm weighted down with about 300 pounds of shit pulling behind me and I'm faster than them.
I catch up with Petrov just as he reaches the ferry, a few other people were on it, including an annoyed captain who was talking (shouting) at Alma, who looked quite miffed. I pull the cart to a mildly spacious spot and set it down, I slide down on the floor panting slightly, yeah I had worked up a slight sweat, and you would to. Phil and his family get on board out of breath, pssh bunch of pussies. Alma says something to the captain, who then turns around and closes the ferry door and starts the boat.
I had a question that seemed practical to me and was great for the sake of annoying Petrov, what I don't like him. "Um, how long will it take to get to Fortuna?" though from some of the fanfictions I've read it seemed to be a rough estimate of an hour, but hey always ask those who live there.
"A little over an hour." Alma answers as she sits down on a bench to my right. I nod in acknowledgement, great stuck on a boat with Phil's family and two people who look like they can kill with their pinky fingers, well Alma looked like she could anyway. I sigh and pull out my Ipad from my back pack and pull out my earbuds. You know what just for the hell of it I'll say, LOOK AT ME I'M On a BOAT, there, stupid moment over.
I type in my pass code and pull up iTunes; I go to my 'System of a Down' section and hit the first song I saw, 'Soldier Side'. I start to sway along to the music, and unknowingly I start to sing along with it.
"Dead men lying on the bottom of the grave
Wondering when savior comes, is he gonna be saved
Maybe you're a sinner into your alternate life
Maybe you're a joker, maybe you deserve to die
They were crying when their sons left
God is wearing black
He's gone so far to find no hope
He's never coming back
They were crying when their sons left
All young men must go
He's come so far to find the truth
He's never going home
Young men standing on the top of their own graves
Wondering when Jesus comes, are they gonna be saved
Cruelty to the winner, bishop tells the king his lies
Maybe you're a mourner, maybe you deserve to die
They were crying when their sons left
God is wearing black
He's gone so far to find no hope
He's never coming back
They were crying when their sons left
All young men must go
He's come so far to find no truth
He's never going home
Welcome to the soldier side
Where there is no one here but me
People all grow up to die
There is no one here but me
Welcome to the soldier side
There is no one here but me
People on the soldier side
There is no one here but me"
I was bitch slapped back into reality by the sounds of clapping; I quickly hit the pause button and look around the ferry. Alma and the other passengers were clapping; even the captain was outside his booth and looking down at me. I blushed madly in embarrassment and turned my head to see Phil and the others staring at me in dumbfounded amazement. Petrov was also clapping slowly, a look of annoyance on his face.
"You have a nice voice." Alma said, bringing me back to look at her, the blush on my face deepening to purple probably.
"Adi," I cringe at the nickname, I still don't know why I prefer Ada. I look up at Aunt Gertrude as she comes over to stare at me, an amazed look on her face. "I didn't know you could sing, why you didn't tell me."
I sight at this, I didn't tell her, or the others for that matter, because they'd probably go bragging about how their nephew can sing to everyone around them. They'd also try to pressure me to join the choir or some shit like that. Now I'm not dissing anyone who is in choir or anything like that, it's just that I don't like having to spend time practicing and rehearsing when there's time to for me to make money. Plus in a town full of churches and other religions, a good set of pipes will get you a lot of attention. Oh crap, if this really is the Fortuna, then there might be a chance that I could get roped into joining order's choir section.
Okay to give perspective on what my hope looks like in my mind I'll give you an image from the time we left home, to now. Start off with a wide two lane road; now picture me walking on it that was my hope when we left. Now shorten that road to a single one way street, that's what my hope was when I heard the name of the place were going to. Next imagine a sidewalk, that was my hope when we came into the town and meet these wonderful (Note the sarcasm) people, stares at Alma and Petrov.
"Guess I was embarrassed." I say shyly to Gerdy, giving her doe eyes. She just gushes at me and embraces me in a big hug. Plus I wanted to make sure you rotten as kids didn't jack my shit and sell it. Speaking of the parasites, all three of them are giving me dirty looks; guess they don't like anyone else but them getting the attention of their mother. Well bully for me.
"You have no need to be embarrassed by a gift like that." Petrov said, he had a serious concerned face. "Perhaps you should try to see if you can join the order's choir, we are always looking for voices like yours." He kneels down to look at me with a level glance. Okay time to put my acting skills to the test.
"You, ah really think they'd take me?" I ask shyly, twiddling my thumbs, a light blush on my cheeks, I made sure to avert my gaze away from his quickly then back at him.
"I do indeed," He says proudly, he then puts his hand on my shoulder and squeezes it slightly, making me look at him. "I'll make sure to put in a good word for you; you can trust me on that."
"Tha… thank you, I'd appreciate it really." Damn, if he buys this I am so going to nominate myself for a fucking Oscar.
"It'd be my pleasure." Petrov says a confident smile in place. He gets back up and goes over to Phil and starts to talk about the Order. Gertrude gives me a hug and says she's proud of me, wow that's a first, and goes over to join in the conversation. Right as she leaves the Parasites swarm over me, angry looks on their face.
"What was that?" Chelsea demanded, "Since when can you sing like that?"
"Since ever." I reply back nonchalantly, I was planning on being an ass to them since they were so fucking annoying, plus payback for not helping me move the damn cart.
"What the hell was up with that whole innocent shit, what are you playing at?" Matt demands with a hiss.
"Oh, you wouldn't believe me even if I told you." I reply back, hoping that it was cryptic enough. I said it low though so Alma and Petrov couldn't hear me; if they did they didn't show any knowledge of it. The parasites start to ask more questions, but I put in my earbuds and start to play more music, letting the heavy bass of 'Deer Dance' drown them out. They leave after they see that I've gone to my own little world.
I've been listening to music for about an hour knows; luckily I haven't burst out in song again. The dock is coming into view now, it looks a little rickety, and exactly like the one from DMC4. Shit! Now my hope is like a ledge and I'm hanging on for dear fucking life. Okay don't panic, it still could just be a joke, a very thoroughly detailed joke. But anyway now is not the time to panic.
We dock the ferry and begin the pour out onto the port, it was easy enough to pull the cart off the ferry, it was shaky as hell on the dock, but I managed. But then the incline started beat me back, well not exactly beat, but made my job as a mule much harder. I was struggling to keep up with them that I was so concentrated on pulling, that I was thoroughly surprised when the cart suddenly pushed forward. I look around behind me, of course being blocked by the luggage; I look over on the side, and surprised to see that Alma was helping me pushing from behind. Thank god, someone who actually gives two shits about helping someone.
So we spent the next 45 minutes walking; only 10 minutes of it was on an incline so Alma stopped pushing. We were basically given a tour by Petrov, who seemed to have made a start in the career of tour guide. Though when he started talking about recent history primarily that of disaster that happened four years ago, my hope dwindled down to me hanging onto a tight rope. Then when he pulled us through the main square, quite nicer than the one I saw in the game I might add, my hope dwindled down even further to where I was holding on by a mere thread. A very, very, very tiny thread that was fraying, the reason why was because I saw the remains of the true hell gate in the distance.
I know that at this point, I was just being really stubborn about holding onto my old reality. There was still this tiny part of me that was screaming out saying that it was all a joke. And damn if I was going to ignore it. So as we continued to walk further, we started to get into the actual housing district. Every house looked almost the same, though the further out went out, the bigger the houses got.
Finally, after a slight hill I might add, we arrived at our house, and wow was it nice. So we (being me and Alma while the others just went around the already furbished house.) unloaded the cart, and carried everything into the house. I made Alma leave the shit in the front hall, since they were going to unpack their stuff and put it where they wanted, I wasn't their fucking slave after all. She smiled at what I said, and promptly dropped a box that was marked fragile and private, with the name Chelsea over it, making a nice crunching noise.
At some point I had taken out my Ipad and started playing random songs, o one but me and Alma could really hear it so it was okay. As we continued working the street lights came on, but we were almost done. I had just moved the last box into the hall when I heard a knock on the door, I looked at Alma, but she was busy talking to Matt about the local school's sporting programs. Everyone else was busy, so I went to the door and opened it.
What I saw made that thread of hope nearly snap in half, because standing in front of me was a woman, she wore a white ceremonial type dress, her red hair was up in a lazy ponytail and her green eyes looked at me, a smile radiated from her. Ten points to anyone who guesses who it is.
"Hello, my name is Kyrie, and I liked to welcome you to Fortune." Kyrie says happily.
And with that sentence, my thread of hope snaps and lets me go screaming into the dark abyss that is reality. Funnily enough I could hear a line of lyrics in the background, the lyrics belonged to 'Falling in Reverse' and the song was 'The drug in me is you'. The line went, "I've lost my goddamn mind." Oh irony you are a real bitch.