I don't own Devil May Cry, just my OC's.

Author's note: Yes, another devil may cry OC story, buzz off if ya don't like it. This is just one of my aggression/vision fic's, like my one for Naruto and the Walking Dead. Don't worry, I plan on updating all of them, within the next six months, excluding my crappy bleach one, I'm taking that one down. Well, on with the fic! Oh, and don't mind the few… weird little bits to everything in this.

-Third person P.O.V (for now)-

The torrent of rain falling from the black twisting sky above pelted down upon the lone, barren and empty road, well, barren except for the lone hitchhiker clad in a thin and cheap green rain slicker. The hitchhiker kept their head down against the rain as the figure walked into the rain down the road, a black bill of a cap sticking out from underneath the hood of the cheap slicker and attempted at shielding the figure's face. On the hitchhikers back was a bulge that in the outlined form of the slicker revealed it to be a overstuffed backpack. The strain caused by the backpack pushing the slicker back, added on top to the force of wind, it caused the slicker to further outline the travelers body, the revealing body like suit of cheap plastic showed small curves upon the hitchhikers chest.

Mindlessly walking, almost in a zombified trance as the hitchhiker leaned forward slightly into the wind, almost alleviating some of the supposed weight upon the travelers back, that is how the hitchhiker walked forward. A flash of lightning cast a brief light upon the travelers face, revealing a small face that had mild feminine attributes. Two bright green eyes showed, the left that looked realistic and reacted to the light slightly, but another that though matched in color with the left eye, it lacked definition and detail. To flat, to pure of a color with no deviation in shade or alteration of pigment, and it didn't help that under and around the eye the skin seemed to almost melt, or at least smudge slightly. Two long separate bangs, longer than the figures face by just a mere inch or two set almost a frame for the hitchhikers face. Dark, wet and stained by the rain as it continued to bombard the hitchhiker.

On the hitchhiker went, slipping and steadying when mud caused the hitchhikers feet to slip or slide. Hours seemed to go by, but truthfully it wasn't so long, the ever decreasing distance to the large fluorescent green road sign that marked the distance to the nearest town by 24 miles and the road name 'I-83'. The moment the hitchhiker reached the green sign, a bright light crested above the hill, causing the hitchhiker to turn towards the light as a Semi-truck appeared. The hitchhiker smiled as the light shined upon the travelers face and stuck out a covered arm and raised a thumb up. The truck let loose a hollow bellow of a horn and in a small manner of time it covered the stretch of land that the hitchhiker had just covered. It slowed to a creep quickly, and then finally stopped a few yards away from the hitchhiker on the opposite side of the green sign.

The right side suddenly opened up and a large man, red faced and cheery smiled, wearing a plaid shirt and vest leaned out and waved at the hitchhiker. Smirking, the hitchhiker ran to the paused vehicle and started to climb up the steps and paused the top step and wriggled and soon the backpack shifted and was in the hitchhikers hands and then the hitchhikers hands where upon the door closing it as well as lifting off the soaked slicker. As the cheap plastic was removed, the light inside the cabin of the truck revealed the hitchhiker's figure more, lithely feminine but with a mild masculine tone. Wearing a tan colored military knock off jacket with buttons and large chest pockets that hung loose on the hitchhikers body. Underneath was a maroon t-shirt that said 'Warning- I BITE!', blue jeans and black tennis shoes with a black militaristic knock off hat that showed peaks of brown spikes of hair under the edges. Leather gloves covered the hitchhikers hands, and at the small seam where the cuffs of the jacket and gloves meeting, there was a peak of yellowed white at the wrist.

"Thanks," the hitchhiker said turning to the trucker with a small smile whisper that held light pitch and tone. "You're a real life saver."

"No problem honey." The trucker said with a joyous laugh as he shifted the truck into gear, letting a hiss out as it started moving forward again. "Besides, couldn't leave such a pretty lady like you outside in such a cold condition." The hitchhiker smiled and pulled the seat belt over and buckled it in. After a few minutes of silence, the trucker cast a glance to his companion. "Names Charlie Nenks."

The hitchhiker smiled slightly at Charlie and bat an eyelash. "Selena Toluene, pleasure to meet you Charlie."

"So Selena," Charlie says with a drawl. "where exactly am I taking ya to?"

"Guldtown." The hitchhiker replied with a mildly interested look. "My boyfriend dumped me on the side of the road because of a little dispute on our way to see my family there."

"You don't seem that upset?" Charlie remarked.

The hitchhiker sighed and looked out the window. "Well, to tell you the truth things weren't going all that great. He wanted to be closer, and I just wanted some more space." The hitchhiker snorted with laughter. "Aw well, the sex wasn't even all that great."

Charlie's face lit up at that one, and he cast a covert leer at the hitchhiker. "So ah.. what was your uh little dispute over?"

'Selena' turned and smirked at Charlie. "Oh… he and I just had a different point of view on… oh god this is so embarrassing." 'She' said with a slight blush and turned away.

"Oh now don't be shy!" Charlie exclaimed with a slight blush as he huffed a breath. "I don't judge ya know!"

Smiling slyly, the hitchhiker turned to Charlie and smiled. "Oh, well, if you must know… we we're arguing on the subject of… um do you know what 'Road Head' is?"

Charlie spluttered and blushed. "Oh…oh don't be ashamed! It's a terrible thing like to pressure such a lady into doing something so dis-"

"Actually I don't mind giving head." The hitchhiker said with a even wider grin. Charlie sucked in air and his face turned red. "In fact… I quite enjoy it." Charlie gunned the engine when his foot slipped as he face turned even redder. "But I don't enjoy it inside a moving vehicle, it's just so….so UNSAFE! I mean yeah what if we start and then here comes a pothole!"

"It….uh.. ah …um… that is perfectly understandable." Charlie goaded on as a visible bulge began to show in his pants and his breath was coming out faster and faster in huffs.

The hitchhiker smirked and spied the bulged, and then leaned over and ran a gloved finger down Charlie's forearm. "Well Charlie, you seem to be…willing. So… how about you pull over and I show you my philosophy." The hitchhiker says in a sultry manner.

Charlie breathed in sharply, and then pulled over to the side of the road quickly and parked the truck and killed the engine. Turning to the hitchhiker Charlie grinned and rubbed his hand and attempted to grab 'Selena's' wrist, but 'she' snatched it away from him. "Un uh mister." The hitchhiker said while ticking a finger back and forth, then pointed back into the cabin to where there was a small bed area. "You get back there and I'll give you a show." Charlie didn't need to be told twice, he unlatched his belt and then went back into cabin in a flash. The hitchhiker stood up slowly and then stood in between the seats with a hip cocked and a smile wide. Reaching underneath the back of 'her' shirt, the hitchhiker leaned forward and allowed the shirt to hang forward loosely. "Ugh, do you mind if I take off my bra first? I hate the damn thing with a fiery passion."

"Oh…um… no.. jus.. just go ahead and get comfortable!" Charlie exclaimed.

The hitchhiker smirked and then a small bra slid down and out from underneath the shirt and was then clutched in a singular hand as the hitchhiker leaned forward more. "Hey Charlie, have you ever heard of the I-83 killers?" Charlie's face fell but 'Selena' didn't give him time to answer. "About Fifty years ago this interstate was a major route, so there was a lot of hitchhikers and plenty of good spirited people out there just willing to help. But about in the late sixties, some of those hitchhikers started disappearing. But not only that, but some of those good spirited people started appearing on the side of the road- dead inside their cars. And for about ten years they suddenly stopped, and then they started back up again. Except-"

"WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING!?" Charlie bellowed. The hitchhiker was in a flash, kicking Charlie in the face and reaching into the bra and pulled out a small blue glass star with white veins and held it above Charlie.

A cruel smile spread across the hitchhikers face and then started clearing 'her' throat. "Ya know Charlie," 'her' pitch dropped drastically, as did the tone, it became more and more masculine. "You're looking pretty fucking good for a demon possessed corpse!"

-First Person P.O.V-

'Charlie' looked up at me with a bloodied nose and a killer glare, I only smiled wider. God I'm so glad to be out of that fucking bra. I could smell decay all around the cabin, hate and blood soaked through the smell of fear. The holy star in my hand pulsed a little bit as it reacted with the malice coming out of the bastard. "Sorry Charlie, looks like your little undead serial killer spree is over." I say with a smirk, and then I crush the holy star in my hand over Charlie. He screams and it turns into something warped and nonhuman in sound as I felt my arm burn a little. Then I was knocked backward into the dash of the truck.

I laughed and coughed a little as Charlie thrashed around on the bed. The cabin started shifting and fading in color as Charlie quite screaming and showed his face to me, and it melted at parts and showed dark twisted flesh with a large red eye and an almost insect like jaw. "LITTLE BITCH!" 'Charlie' yelled at me with rage, his voice sounding like being yelled under water mixed with a roar.

I roll my eyes and grab my bag. "Oh please, do you really think that some girl would actually go like that to you? Sorry dude, but I had to dress up a bit to grab your attention." I pull the last holy star out of the shitty bra and hold it up. "Besides, your M.O said that you liked girls more than guys so, jokes on you!" I threw the star at Charlie/demon and he brought up his arm right as the star got to him. It exploded and an almost bubble erupted and pushed outward. Charlie screamed and I grunted as the bubble hit me and it stung, my right eye suddenly came to life when the bubble hit. It sucks having demonic powers some times. My right eye was practically pure demonic energy since I lost it six years ago, the real eye I mean, now it's just a swirling black orb. But one of the nifty little tricks I could do with it was create a illusion of a perfect eye, well almost perfect at least, too bad that I had to give up the ability to see out of it. But now I could, and I could see Charlie's true form.

Out of my right eye everything I saw that wasn't demonic showed up as outlined black forms, but demonic beings, they showed up as burning orange, kinda like a heat sensor. Charlie's human form was outlined in black, but he had a burning orange shadow pushing out and leaking beyond that human outline. Insect like with eight legs and a big ass… thorax? Isn't that what it's called? Anyway, spider like legs and a praying mantis like upper body. Charlie was one ugly mother in true form. Wait, why's the cabin glowing orange? Then the seatbelt from the passenger chair attached to my left arm. "Oh, that's why." I say with a dumb admittance. I caught the other seat belt and ripped it away from the wall and Charlie roared in anger and the seat belt around my wrist turned into a tentacle with teeth attached and tore into my glove. "HEY!" I yell at him. "This is my good set of gloves!" I grab ahold of the tentacle with my left hand and rip it away, Charlie screams again and I let my human eye take over to see in color and find his skin ripping away.

"I WILL KILL YOU, YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Charlie bug yelled at me, I heard the glass of the windshield crunch and break and realized that I had been thrown out of the cab. How? Charlie never moved? I flipped over backwards and skidded on the wet road to a stop and glared back at truck to see the seats had turned into two giant hands. Two demons in one? Or did Charlie just mold his true body and power into the form of his last truck? The trailer attached to the truck was tossed aside and rolled into the ditch next to the road as the truck itself started changing form. Well I think option two is the best bet.

I smirked and shrugged on my backpack, glad that I had put a trash bag over it before I had started out on my walk, eight hours ago. "You know Charlie, I would say that you stole your truck from Transformers, but you died before the eighties." I smirked and reached up to my right eye with my forefinger and thumb, and felt a small amount of pressure and then I felt the pressure elevate and the familiar weight of my Springfield National Match M1A rifle with an M6 bayonet attached to the barrel in my hand. I slung it over my shoulder and smiled as Charlie's real form finally stood in front of me. A giant about 12 feet stood in front of me, a bulbous head that looked like a big daddy from Bioshock, two tires on it's hands that had blades sticking out of it. red and purple shiny metal body that pulsed slightly underneath it. I switched back to demon vision, my name for it, and at the joints on it's arms and legs I saw dark red spots and smirked. "You know what Charlie? Your really predictable." And then I reached around the back of my head with my free hand, found the charging handle and pulled it back and felt a bullet feed into the chamber.

The clanging of the charging handle seemed to set off the big monster, cause it started charging at me, it's big feet pounding and cracking the asphalt. I waited for it to get ten feet away from me and raise an arm and then I ran to it, ducked under it's arm and turned at the same time. I pulled the trigger as it started bringing down it's arm and shot it's joint. I rolled to avoid it's other arm and pushed my feet into the ground and sprung behind it and slashed at its left leg where it attached to it's hip. I heard Charlie roar and saw a blue crack appear in the orange bubble head, I smirked and jumped away from it and shot the back of its knee caps. It went down on both knees and more blue cracks appeared on the bubble head as Charlie roared again in more pain.

"This is too easy Charlie," I laugh at him as I jump up to avoid his arm and thrust the M1A into his right arm socket. "you can't hide your weaknesses from my eye Charlie." I taunt and land on the right arm with my one foot and shoulder the M1A and set my sights on the bubble head. "Tough luck Charlie." I say, and then let loose a hail of bullets till the clip runs empty. The head explodes into shards and goes everywhere all the while Charlie's screaming aloud. I see his insect like head sticking out of the suit of demonic armor with blue fluid around it. I eject the clip and put up to my right eye and the empty metal magazine is once again 20 rounds full, I slam it home and charge the handle again and jump off the hand and kick the demon in the chest and it flies backwards and lands on the ground with it's arms and legs akimbo. I raise up the M1A again and take out the last three remaining weak spots.

I sling the M1A over my shoulder and walk over to the barely moving demon and hop onto it's chest and smirk down at the gurgling demon. I see my reflection in its red eye as I switch to human vision, my black eye shining with the emerald green in the center, the makeup I had to put on earlier was washing away with the rain and the scars on my face were coming out. Well at least I look like the sex I actually was, have ta say, I appreciate women more now. I walked more than a mile in their shoes, and it sucks.

"Wh…wha…what are you?" Charlie asks through a few more holes in his throat.

I shrug and adjust the M1A. "Well, I know I'm a bastard for sure, other than that, not really sure. But for the purpose of sounding cliché, I'm your death."

"My…My DEATH!" Charlie started laughing at that one, wheezing and bubbling. "I've already beat death ONCE YOU IMPUDENT SHIT! WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I CAN'T DO IT AGAIN?" and then the chest of the suit starts to crack and I jump up and off as it burst into flames. Sighing, I switch over to demon vision and didn't see Charlie in front of me or through the smoke and fire.

"You can't hide from my eye Charlie." I say aloud, and then I straighten up the M1A on my shoulder and pull the trigger. I heard a primordial roar of pain and looked behind me to see Charlie's bug form behind me with it's arms wide open, ready to attack with a large hole in it's chest and blue fluid running out of it. "You should have stayed dead Charlie. Should have just died back in 1978 when the cops shot ya." I twist about in a full circle, and again three more times and cut through the rest of the demon body with the bayonet and look back again to see him gasp twice, and then burst into a cloud of dust.

Sighing as I begin to notice the ran again, I put the M1A up to my eye and then I feel nothing in my hands and a slight pressure in my eye and then nothing. "Man, and my slicker was in that damn truck." I groan aloud, then snap my fingers as I remember that I actually have a spare rain slicker folded up in my pocket. Good thing I bought so many of them at that truck stop. I pulled it out and quickly ripped open the package and quickly put on the cheap plastic piece of crap. My clothes were part way drenched, great and I still have like 15 miles to go, shit. I sighed and looked at the trailer in the ditch and saw the door hanging open with a little bit of mud thrown into it. "Well, they were going to pay extra if I found the extra shit." Walking closer to it I pulled out a little maglight and twisted it on and peered into the metal trailer to see a bunch of backpacks, clothes and jackets with blood over it, and I saw plenty of skulls. "Geez, didn't know that many demons were fucking pack rats."

I pulled out my cellphone and the slip of paper with the client number and inserted in as I sheltered inside the trailer. It rang twice before the person picked up. "Ye…yes?" a woman asked on the opposite side.

"Yeah, this Miss. Crawford?"

"Um actually it's Mrs." She corrects me.

"Sorry but I just say Miss, saves time. Anyway, just called to tell ya that part one is done and over with, the trucker's dead."

"And the trailer?" she asks, someone says something in the background. "Hold on please, he says the truckers dead!" some cheering in the background, then some more random talk. "Uh yes, is the trailer part of the story true? Did you find the… the-"

"Yeah, it's true, and don't worry I found it as well. You don't want to know how much stuff there is in here. Charlie's been busy. It's about ten miles past the 24 mile marker sign on the side of the road going to Guldtown. It's on it's side and I'll close it up to make sure no more mud goes in. Send someone out when I call after part two is done alright?"

"Yes, that's fine. Thank you Mr. Adiel." She sounded choked up.

"Sorry to sound rude Miss Crawford, but drop the Mr shit. I'll call you when the hitchhiker's dead. And by the way, you got my order for the pizza down right?"

She started laughing in a crazed manner. "Yes, extra large meat pizza, extra cheese and pepperoni and sausage, stuffed thick crust and a large Dr. Pepper and a decent motel room on top of your 3,000 dollars we owe you." I smile and nod my head.

"That's great, think you can be nice and put in that order when I call ya next time?"

"Get rid of the hitchhiker and we'll throw in a goddamn strip club!" some other guy yells over the phone.

"Um… okay." I say into the phone weirdly. I look out over the trailer and switch to demon vision and see a faint orange presence about fifteen miles away. "Alright, part two's about to start, my rides gonna be here soon, see ya later and tell that guy to cancel the strippers." I hung up the phone and slide it into my pocket and got out of the trailer and closed it up. Checking back on the orange outline I saw it getting closer, so I switched to human vision again, willed my fake eye into place and started jogging up the road towards the town. About ten minutes later I can see head lights outlining me on the. The second of the two I-85 killers is the hitchhiker, the person responsible for travelers in their cars to die. The second demon of the road.

I turned and stuck out my thumb as the car got closer, it honked and slowed down and stopped a few feet ahead of me. Steeping closer to the door, it rolled down and the light came on and showed me it was a blonde woman driving, huh, reminded me of Penny from Big Bang Theory. "Hey, names Sally, where ya heading?"

"Hey Sally, names Adiel, heading to Guldtown." I tell her with a smile. "Can ya take me there?"

Her face fell when I mentioned the town, I switched to demon vision and saw that she was a faint green color and the car itself only held a few spots of orange, none red. "Uh yeah, in fact I'm going there, hop in."

I smile and open the door and sit down in it. "Thanks, you know not that many people would pick up a hitchhiker these days." I close the door and roll up the window and she sets off, funny how she wouldn't even acknowledge the overturned trailer. Well then again… "Hey, you heard of the I-85 killers?" I ask her. She blanches and turns to me with a nervous smile.

"Uh no, should I?" I smirk and look around the rest of the car and found a green spot inside the glove box.

"Well, how bout a little history lesson then?" I ask her, she starts to stay something but I go on. "In the 60's this interstate used to be quite popular for travelers, hitchhikers mostly. And there were plenty of people who actually bothered to pull over and help them by giving them a ride. But after a few years, some of this hitchhikers started disappearing and those nice people who let those hitchhikers ride in their cars, they ended up on the side of the road inside their cars, dead. Decapitated and gutted, tortured. And then, the cops finally found a lead, a trucker and a hitchhiker, both killers. They went after the same girl and she ended up outwitting them and the local cops shot them to death in the late seventies." She gripped ahold of the steering wheel and looked ahead with a sheet white look. "But you know what happened ten years later?" she shook her head no. "More travelers started disappearing again, the same style, the same M.O as the original killers, but with one difference. The trucker copy cat left behind his victims heads and hearts. And the hitchhiker copy started using an accomplice to draw in other hitchhikers. The accomplice used a car to pick up another hitchhiker and then brought them to him."

"Yo…you don't say huh?" she asks sheepishly as her foot starts to ease on the gas pedal. I saw a blazing orange figure coming up a few miles away.

I leaned forward and put my hands on the dash and set my head on them and turned to her. "Yeah, and shortly after that these… rumors started spreading around." I waited for a few seconds and saw her hands go white as her face. "That the accomplice that the hitchhiker used to pick up others, was the last person he killed, and he somehow made them use their car." A tear slid down her face and she choked on a sob. I quickly unlatched the glove box and stuck my hand inside and pulled out the green object and switched to human vision and saw it was a heart inside a jar. Dried and withered with black pits into it that where faces that breathed in and out. "So tell me Sally," I turned to her and held up the jar. "what do you have to say to this?" she swallowed and tears slid down her face. I leaned in close to her and shook the jar some more. "Stop the car in front of him and turn on the brights when you do."

"What are you going to do?" she asks as I switch to demon vision again and find he's only a few miles away. "You can't stop him."

"Oh, I think I can." I tell her, and then he was only twenty yards away. "Stop the car," she slows down and turns slightly to where her headlights are on him. "Turn on your brights." She does and I can see him better, I switch to human vision and see him in human form. Skinny and tall wearing a leather trench coat with a big snakeskin hat with matching cowboy boots. I turn to Sally and smile. "You know, you seemed like a real nice girl." I crushed the jar in my hand and it seemed as if time stopped the moment the heart hit my fingers. It turned to dust and all the faces became green and then a whole mess of green orbs shoot out of it and up through the roof of the car. My false eye disappears as the souls do, I turn to Sally and see her look at me with a smile and tears as she turns into an orb and shoots up through the roof.

"Thank you." I hear. I smirk and put both of my hands up to my face and feel the same pressure as before, except this time two Steckin APS machine pistols are in my hands this time.

"Don't thank me yet Sally." I say as I stick my pinky of the right hand out and pull the handle to the door open and push as I get out. I stand and look at the Hitchhiker and smirk at his look of disbelief. "Emanuel Preston," I say as I shut the door and step forward. "Better known as the Hitchhiker. Been looking for ya buddy."

He finally snaps into action and growls at me as his trench coat rips to pieces by two giant angular elbows with blades on them. "You little BASTARD! YOU RUINED MY COLLECTION!" he roared. The rest of his skin disappears and in his place is a giant purple like monster with large arms that where about six feet long with long teeth that curved backwards like scythes, ditto for his longs, they jutted outward at me with big horns at the knees. He was basically a giant demonic walking stick, funny. I switched to demon vision and smirked at him.

"Well, you got the bastard part right, but I'm not so sure that I 'ruined' your 'collection'. I see it more as increasing the value since it was so…. 'rare'." He roared again and disappeared. I simply ducked as his leg appeared beside me and did a sweeping kick and cut the car in half. Raising the Stechkin in my left hand I fired eight shots into him, only five hit his leg. He cried out in pain and brought down his leg. I simply side stepped as it hit the engine block and cut it as well. "Gonna hafta," I shot the joint of his arm and he screams as I jump into the air at his head. "Do better," I kick him in the head and fire into his chest. Six bullets in the left one, twelve left in the right one. "Than that!" I yell the last part and fire the last of the bullets in the left one into his already damaged leg.

He flew backwards into the ditch with a cry of pain and blood as I put my left hand up to my eye and will the Stechkin inside and exchange it for a cheap thrift store katana without the scabbard. I jump up and land on the Hitchhiker, pinning him in the chest with the katana. He squeals like a stuck pig as I pound it in further with my left fist and step closer to him and point the remaining Stechkin at his face and flip it to automatic with my thumb. "Who…who are you?" he asks pitifully.

"Adiel Drisk, traveling demon hunter." I introduce myself with slight bow. "Now then, I have one question for you." I lean in forward and put the gun to his immense jaw full of sharp needles. "Do you know my father?"

"Yo…your father?" he asks with confusion. Then he sniffs the air and looks at me questionably and then laughs. "I see now, you are A BASTARD! A hybrid, a fuckin-"

"That's enough out of you." I say, and then pull the trigger. The last twelve bullets go into his head, I barely have to fight to control the recoil. I then grab the katana and pull it upward and cut into his chin before it breaks in half. "Che." I say as I bury the hilt into his chest again where his heart should be, he screams one final time and then the body below me crumbles to dust and I hit the ground. "Well, that was useless." I say with a pissed off attitude as I put the Stechkin to my eye and it disappears. I look at my hand and sigh. "They we're weak as hell, I didn't have to bring out you guys." I go to what's left of the car, luckily the roof is still on the car body, just not… attached. I pulled out my phone and leaned under the roof and hit redial and it doesn't even ring once before someone picks up.

"Is it done? Is that bastard dead?" I hear her ask choked up in a hurry.

"Yeah, he's dead, and all his victims are resting peacefully now." she chokes up and then she repeats the message to everyone else, I hear cheering and crying through the phone.

"I'll be right there to pick you up, we've got the chief of police here and he's dispatching cars to find the trailer."

"Thanks Miss. Crawford, remember ten miles past the marker going to town, and don't forget about my pizza and coke."

She laughs in a choked manner. "Yes, it's being sent to the pizza shop now. I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Sure, I'm next to the uh…" I lean back and see that it's… was a red Toyota Corolla. "The chopped up red Corolla." She sucks in a deep gasp.

"I… I'll be there soon." She then hangs up quickly. I look at the phone and put it back into my pocket and lean my back against the car, and then it topples forward slightly.

"Oops." I say sheepishly while looking around. I sigh and lean back against it and switch to human vision and look up at the sky. "Another dead end, just like all the others." I let the rain fall onto my face and feel the makeup wash away, I knew it reveal the four scars that went diagonally down my right eye socket and onto my nose. "Who the fuck are you dear daddy?" I ask the lightning. Three years, three years and nothing but dead ends, well, this sucks. After about twenty minutes I see a police car come up and stop by the car, a cop gets out and I turn to him with my back still leaning onto the car. "About ten or twelve miles back you'll find the trailer. Can't miss it, full of shit if you open the door, in the ditch on the left side of the road going away from town." I inform him.

He stares at me in the light and his eyes narrow when he sees my eye and the scars. "Your just a kid… they made you out to be some sort of badass." He says with some emotion I don't even want to understand.

"Yeah, I get that a lot." I look down at the car. "Say, you know who's car this belongs to?" I ask as I kick the door, the engine block falls forward and out of it at the same time, weird.

"Yeah, it's Sally Crawford's. She disappeared a few months ago on her way back to town." He says, then realization hits him and his shoulders fall. "She was a good kid… she… she didn't deserve whatever the hell happened to her."

"Your right." Sally says out of nowhere. The cop jumps and turns to his right, I bend my head back to see Sally standing in front of a bunch of other people, maybe eighty in total. All of them looked hollowed and barren, but at peace. "Thank you Adele." She says with a smile.

I snort at her. "It's not Adele, it's Adiel. Means 'Adorned by god' or 'God is my witness'. Not well wishes for some ex-boyfriend."

She smiles even wider and laughs, the others all laugh as well. "Well then, thank you Adi-el," she says with a smirk as she draws it out. "We all want to thank you for helping us."

I smile at her and shake my head, weird since it was inverted. "Anytime Sally, sorry about your car."

"It's fine." She says, and then sobs a little. "And tell my mom I'm sorry but that I'm okay." And then another car crests the hill and the headlights make them all disappear.

"Sure thing." I say as I bring my head right side up. "Do me a favor and tell my how heaven feels sometime, cause I'll never get there." I turn to the cop and he balks and steps back. "Better go get the trailer before the mud gets into it, don't want all those things to get ruined for the families now." he nods and heads back into his car as the other car pulls up behind it and three people get out of it and run towards me. the leader of the group was a woman of about fifty years old with blond hair cut short and in a knitted open buttoned sweater with a Henley style shirt under it. she looks at the car and tears come from her eyes and mix with the rain, she steps forward and stumbles slightly. I walk to her and stop in front of her, she looks at me and stares in shock. "Are you Miss. Crawford?" I ask her. She nods her head. "I have a message from Sally, she says that she's sorry, but to not worry about her, that she's okay now."

"She… She said that?" she ask with tears in her eyes. I nod my head and then she leans up to me and starts to cry for real. I pat her on the back and look at the other people with hollow eyes as more people show up.

Thirty minutes later I was in the lobby area of a nice hotel, different from what I wanted but all well, what makes the clients pay for some happiness. God I sound like a call girl. I had the box of pizza on a table with the coke and a plate next to it. Sarah, Miss. Crawford, comes forward and hands me a manila envelope. "Here's your money, three thousand just like you asked." She hands it to me and grips the top of my gloved hand. "Thank you, truly thank you." She says sincerely. I look around to see about fifty other people all stare at me with admiration, thankfulness and shock as well as anger.

I smile at her and get up. "No problem, glad to help y'all." I stack the envelope, plate on the pizza box and pick it up with the coke bottle under my arm. "Thanks for the business, and I hope y'all get some more peace outta all of this."

Sarah nods and her husband comes up to her and puts his hands around her shoulders. "We will, we all will. Thank you so much." I nod and head off to the elevator with the keycard to my room in hand. I get there in no time and open it up to find a nice, non-discrepant room. So many copies of them around I lost track after all of them. I put the box and coke on the table next to the bed and then go to the bathroom, take off my slicker and we clothes and hang them up on the shower curtain rod and tear off the garbage bag off my bag and pull out a change of clothes. Soon I'm dressed in a three sizes to large and long shirt in boxers, eating pizza from the box on the bed watching t.v as my spiky brown hair dries off to become fluffy waves.

Three years since I left what could pass for a home with my mother and step-asshole and his kids and 'congregation'. Three years since I've set out to find out who my father really was. I looked at the memo on my phone and saw my next destination. Fortuna, a little island about three days from here by greyhound bus. "Well, lets see if you can help me out oh lady of Fortune." I say aloud.

Alucardismaster: I drew inspiration for this from a serious rainy day and Masters of Horror: Pick me up. Hope you guys enjoy, cause this is gonna get updates just like all the others. Send me some ideas and I may just reveal more about Adiel in the next chapter, and in case it isn't obvious, it's a guy. Later.