Well, I finally felt MOTIVATED enough to publish my story. Ha, get it?
Hey guys, this is my first trial on a semi-realistic story with a femOC. This is a first POV with my own character, consider yourself warned. ;)
It starts off with a diary entry, slowly pacing romance and some fun! Oh gosh, I'm so bad at this, ehehe.
Anyways ... enjoy, rate and review. :3
This is set after DmC 3 and Vergil's battle against Mundus.
Lyrics are from "My Demons" by Starset. If you don't know, what to listen to during reading, you can use my song recommendations. Or just read in silence. o:
I do not own any of the characters of DmC. Sadly. Joelle belongs to me though!
Unleashed
Take me high and i'll sing
Oh, you make everything ok.
We are one in the same
Oh you take all of the pain away.
Save me if i become
My demons.
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How do I even start. Diary entry 1, 09/12/2012
Just to be clear, I'm telling my story here. Better getting started now, then never. /Damn, this might be harder than expected...
Ok, my name is Joelle Cooper. I'm currently living in Vancouver, Burnaby and... AND I always had this talent. I didn't want it, it was just given to me, when I was born.
My talent is to travel. Where to?, you ask. To another realm. To „Limbo", that's what my father calls it at least. It's the world of everything evil, right underneath the human world. You see, demons and angels have always existed. And they've always been at war. It's not common knowledge, otherwise humankind would be a panicy mess. Limbo is the world of the demons. Like purgatory, like hell. Quite straight forward huh?
I was trained to use my talent. There is yet so much to discover, where it comes from, why I got it and how to really control it.
But all I know, are the living, breahting monsters, that always await me in Limbo. They can't see me, but they could hurt me if they knew, i was there. That's what I've learned so far from my father and his colleagues. He's the head of a special force unit working for „HEXAGON". They deal with cases, classified as superhuman or unnatural. I never really cared, what they do, but solving crimes and killing demons from Limbo are part of their job.
/Oh god, I've never been good at diary entries. But hey, no guts, no glory.
Well, soon my father will take me to HEXAGON headquaters and they'll run some tests again. I don't know for how long I'm going to sleep afterwards. But be sure to hear from me, after a week or so, diary. /great, now I start talking to it!
I hate being this exhausted after every session. I don't know, how much longer my body can actually deal with it, since I'm just 17 n' all. These are like mini-comas. My dad keeps telling me I'm fine. But... you know my dad, diary. /ok stop it !
I closed the red enfolded book with its golden engraved letters, that read „Diary" and clipped my pen on the front page. A small sigh escaped my mouth as I got up from my bed and walked over to my wooden closet. I took a quick turn to look at the watch. It was 10 past 2 pm. 20 minutes for me to get ready for my session. I shuddered at the thought of it. Cold gel pads sticking to your skin, almost everywhere, pulling them out of your hair is the worst. And I've got long hair. Those pads were used to monitor my brain waves and synapse movement during the session. Furthermore the infusion that's injected, always gets me dizzy.
But the fear, that was the real fun part. Just pure agony, when you enter the world, that lies beneath. And it follows you. I couldn't remember since I last had a pleasant dream. I guess I never really had one. My dreams are all filled with monsters, pain and calamity. You can get used to it over time. I've always told this to myself. And it helped. No one really knew, how it felt to be sucked into a vent, utterly helpless, alone and then trying to come back on your own...
I shook my head to escape the memories, that begin to haunt me again. I really needed to get ready. My father could be rather unpleasant, when it came to punctuality. And I was glad he let me stay in this small apartment near the headquaters. Otherwise I'd be doomed to live in the facility itself, under constant surveillance. It seemed like a fair deal to me. I worked along and got to stay here, with some peace at least. It's not like I could escape, what's happening to me. They will always run their tests, weekly, daily if I was not too exhausted from my last session, until they've got the results for whatever the hell they were trying to accomplish.
10 minutes left. I pulled on some blue jeans and black shirt over my head and hurry into my little bathroom. My red hair was still damp from the shower I had an hour ago, before I'd started scrabbling in my diary. I got it up to a high ponytail. Great, I got side bangs by now. I never really noticed, that my hair grows this fast. It seems like yesterday, that I got my cool bangs done. Whatever. Not bothering with any make-up, I could hear the door bell ringing. 2:30 pm. Damn. Taking my brown leather jacket and my small shoulder back, I hurried to the front door.
„We better get going." No -hi, how are you, how's your head? Did you sleep well? I hope, everything's fine-, nope. Not from my dad.
„Yes, sir." I mumbled and averted his gray eyes, that were piercing me.
As always. I turned to get my boots and a scarf, then I closed the door behind me and followed my father down the stairs to his car.
He never really liked me. And the feeling was mutual.
My mom died, after I was born and I guess, he blamed me for it. In addition to that, even if he didn't like to admit it, I've always been a monstrosity for him. And he was one for me. He tried to love me like a normal daughter. But he had failed long ago. And I tried to understand and we kind of made a silent contract after a while. He would never make the afford to pretend to love me and I would never try to find any comfort in him. And it worked pretty well. I was just another research project for him. It made more and more sense to me over time and I guessed, one could get used to that, too.
The gray, factory like building of HEXAGON came in sight. It didn't have any kind of sign or logo, since it's a secret organisation initialized by the government. It pretty much worked like the FBI, but for more abnormal cases. The building was guarded by a heavy gate and a blessed fence, which kept nearly every demon outside, or inside if it got captured for research of course. The facility itself didn't look like much. A gray cube if you like. But it had many levels far down below.
As far as I know, there are a forge for holy weapon smithing, many training halls for combat in any way, shape or form, quarters for some of the agents and soldiers, lots and lots of laboratories and test rooms (that's where i was heading) and even a little chamber, much like an underground church, too. I've never really been to any other room then the small laboratory on level B-24. And that'll never change. So I thought.
We never really spoke during driving. So I was mostly unprepared for any of my sessions. If they needed to test something new, they just did. It was my father afterall, who led the team and gave the orders. And he agreed with every new method or device, the research team got together. Everything in the service of science. And humanity.
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It was cold. So cold. Was that even possible? Something colder than him? Existing? Well, in hell everything seems quite possible, he guessed. He got used to it. Over time. Over months. Over years now. It was just a mere unpleasantness, that followed him. He always figured, that hell was blazing hot with wildfires and infernos dwelling behind every corner. A place full of doom and damnation. Just the same feeling like how his devilish blood used to boil up under pressure of an anticipated battle. But it wasn't.
Hell was a cold place. Unforgiving and relentless. He roamed through this rugged place for nearly an eternity it seems. There was nothing anymore that led his path. Nothing to gain. And still there was no end to it. That was his punishment. There was nothing, that remained. His mind was guzzled up by all those wratched creatures, that crawled this place. And so was his body.
What was left, was a shell. A mere memory of himself. What he was. But not quite is anymore. The pits of hell had swallowed him, as he fell. Wholly and with loud smacking. He fought, everyday, every minute, every little memory filled with death and gore. The suffocating darkness caught up to him eventually. And he fell further. No, he was drowning. In all his selfish pride and hunger for power. Had this really been him all the time? Was he just as cold as hell? He couldn't remember. Everything seemed so blurry and chaotic.
But since there was nothing left to rip off of him, the demons left him be. His ghost floating through a stream of tortured, screaming souls. He slowly became a part of them, fading away. He couldn't resist, his mind had been broken, there was no control anymore.
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The car ride seemed to be more tense than usual. I expected the worst of today's session. And I wouldn't be disappointed.
„You'll see Doctor Kaleb today. He's going to take you down to the experimental areas." My dad said, just as abruptly as ever.
Great. But still some information at least. And something new for a change. I don't know why I felt excited. Probably just human instinct. I was curious for what they had prepared for me this time. Kind of sick, though. I shouldn't really feel that way.
My father maneuvred the car in his personal parking lot right in front of the main building. I climbed out of it, followed by him. Silently then, we walked up to the main entrance. The automatic door slit open with a light hiss and we were greeted with the same modern looking lobby as ever.
White windowless walls stretching everywhere, bright corridors seperating to the left and right. Even the floor was a creamy glistening colour, what made it almost look like a space ship or something like that. A lobby should never reflect, what dirty secrets lie beyond its walls. So this part was just set up to „welcome" customers, that didn't really have the authority to enter any of these rooms that were kept underground. Believe me, it wasn't so bright down south. Today was a rather quiet day. Only a few people were sticking around and deeply involved in whatever business they where having.
We moved past the first few floors and the reception, greeting Mrs. Garner, the receptionist, briefly.
There were blue lights embedded at each side of the corridors, that made them kinda look eerie for me at least. I always preferred brighter colours like red, orange and...
„Hey, Joe!" A familiar voice called my name. It was Doctor Alexander Kaleb, one of my father's assistants and lead scientist at HEXAGON. He was responsible for all the demonic researching, besides my father of course.
„Mornin' Alex." I greeted back with a light smile.
And if he was supervising me today, it must be something important. I tried to read his ever so joyful expression for any hints of today's experiments. But there was nothing extraordinary. I always thought, that his voice didn't fit his appearance. He was tall and kind of bulky as well, but his voice was one of the calmest and relaxing tones I've ever came to hear. He had unruly black hair, which probably came from all that ruffling while he was thinking and arguing during his meetings for new projects and stuff. He was younger than my father, between 25 and 30 or so. We never really spoke about it. But he always played the role of a big brother for me. We had a past together, Alex an I. He was there from the beginning. Back then he was just a huge nerd, coming straight from Harvard to this cruel place. We kind of had to go through the same process together, what bound us.
„You're rather late for -mornin'- aren't ya?"
He had developed since then. Like everyone in this facility he had gone under training, physically and mentally to fight against the cruelties of the world. Even scientists had to do it, although they normally didn't get in hand to hand combat with a demon. It was just a precaution.
While I remained „just" a test subject, I wasn't blessed with abs that could make every girl from here to heaven drool. Not that I'm into girls. I'd probably make lots of guys jealous, too. Well, whatever.
„So, what are we going to do today? Anythin' new?" I asked with hidden curiosity.
Alex hasitated to answer, until we were out of earshot from the other people. We ventured past many corridors until we reached the „Staff only" area and its elevator. It took us down to floor C, the third one of 16.
„Yes, there is something new and I'd like to tell you the details once we set everything up. You should go on and prepare in the meantime." He gave me a confident smile and a patting on the left shoulder to ease my stubborn attitude. I would've started squeezing the answer out of him, but not with my father around. I could feel his gray ice piercing me from the right side. So I just remained silent the rest of our way to the testing rooms.
Many people were hurrying from one place to another, papers in one hand coffee in the other. Everyone was wearing the same old white work coat and the black sleeve shirts with black pants and the red logo of HEXAGON on their collar. A cross with a square connecting the ends of the cross together. It used to remind me of a kite as a kid somehow.
„See you in a bit." Alex gave me a light nod and flashed a bright smile, then he turned to my father with a light bow: „Doctor Cooper.", before heading to the door that lay before us. God, how I hated those black heavy safety doors. I bruised my fingers for quite sometime, while I tried to escape out of the laboratory after a session. I was so afraid.
Again I shook the memories away and focused on my father, standing before me now. His eyes looking right through me.
„I expect you to do your best today. This is very important. Not just for me." But for humanity, too. I could I lifted my chin and tried to answer just as cold: „Don't worry. Sir."
My father narrowed his eyes briefly on me before turning on the heel without another word and heading back to his office and laboratory. When the elevator door had closed behind him, I exhaled heavily. Bastard.
Great, just great. I better get ready. If I'd do this for anyone, then it would be Alex. I know, that he hated to see, what I was going through. But he only did what he was told. I couldn't blame him.
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Soooo, here it is. :D I'm kinda nervous. I truly hope you like it and accompany me through this story. :3
Don't worry, it IS in fact a DmC fanfic, just wait for it :D My head's currently overflowing with ideas, can't wait to put them on... "digital" paper, haha.
See ya, Lisa x