With a Bullet.
This is a new story I'm writing about my favorite thing in the world. Devil May Cry! This story is going to be more about Dante's younger life and his interaction with a girl. I don't really know how to describe it. I got my inspiration from UltraVioletSoul. Her stories are super awesome! Awesome!
His little whisper. Love me. Love me.
That's all I ask for. Love me. Love me.
He battered his tiny fists to feel something.
Wondered what it's like to touch and feel something.
Monster.
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here.
Looking through the window.
{Start}
"Mom?" His small voice called out into the darkness. His eyes were not adjust as he felt around blindly. "Mom?" He cried again and stumbled over something solid. The little boy crawled forward and tilted his head to the ceiling. He still couldn't see he could only make out shapes. Turning back to look at what he'd fallen over. He saw someone slumped over against the wall, their legs laying straight. His tiny hands reached up and touched the body. They had long, soft hair, a slender face and small shoulders. He felt the fabric of the shirt, it felt so cold and wet. The body fell on it's side with a loud thud. The boy tried to pull them back up but, he wasn't strong enough. A door creaked open and his wide eyes shot to the shadowy figure standing in the way.
"I see you've found your mother." The voiced shierk.
He turned back to the body to see the distressed face of the very woman he'd been searching for. His mouth hung open but, no sound escaped.
"Tony?" The voice yelled.
"Get away from me!" He cried out and scratched the arms that reached for him.
"Tony?" Louder this time.
"No!"
He shouted and sat up scanning the room with restless eyes. He looked at his hands then to the young girl in front of him.
"You okay?" She asked in a slight southren twang.
"Yeah...just a nightmare." The boy now known as Tony trailed off.
"Good cause it's time for us to go." She stood up from the couch and walked to the large suitcase on the dresser. "I've packed everything I was just waiting for you to wake up." She patted the case and smiled.
Tony ran his hand through his dark hair. "Well I guess we better get going while the goings good...whatever that means." He seemed a little confused at his own words but, she just laughed and went out the door dragging the suitcase with her.
Then he slowly saw their nightmares were his dreams.
Monster.
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here.
Looking through the windows.
I will.
Hear their voices.
I'm a glass child.
{End}
Sorry this chapter is so short but, I'm still trying to feel this story out. I wanted to do something different than everything I've read on this site. I haven't named the girl yet or giving her any physical appearance. But, you can leave me a review if you'd like and you can help create her. Like name, look, and personality, All that goodie.
Thanks for reading.