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I updated?!
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Hello Again!
Rogue Rukia here!
Long time no update. So here's a new one!
Uhm. I don't own Devil May Cry yadda yadda wish I did yadda yadda Dante is love.
ON WITH THE STORY!
Be aware that ALL of this is written in Lady's Point Of View.
------The Start;
I don't quite remember how it started.
Night. Hunt. Find. Kill. Money.
That's usually how it went. But tonight was different. There was the night, hunt, find. And yes, there was kill, but it wasn't me doing the killing. And no blood was spilt.
Except for my own.
I guess the best place for me to start would be at the beginning. Before the night started and before I was hunted down by my own prey.
I always have been particularly enthusiastic about my job. I get to handle weaponry, hunt demons, get paid for doing so, and I get to beat that stupid white head Dante. Yet, The particular details of this night are so vivid and fresh in my mind that I could have sworn I was still going through it. I'm no psychiatric case, but this really fucked me up in the head.
The start of this night was normal. I was called up, some person on the other line freaking out about a demon problem. I told them I'd be up if I was getting paid for it. That seemed to always get me customers: If they were frantic enough, they would promise you almost anything. I hung up before they could finish and I grabbed my medium class rocket propelled grenade launcher with a serrated bayonet affixed to it. My baby, to be exact. The only thing I needed in my life was that gun.
I crossed through Main St. on my bike, and in the peripherals of my left eye, I saw something flash across my sight. My motorbike swerved to a stop, many cars behind me honking consistently and angrily. After a while, you get used to such things. Another flicker did the trick: my curiosity was tweaked. I decided that I didn't need to run to my mission, and a side trip wouldn't take long. I swiveled my bike and I kicked off in the direction of the gleam. I followed the light down a dark alley with a dead end at the far end. You would've thought I knew better than to do something like that alone. But I was confident. I stopped and parked near the entrance of the alley itself. The kickstand hit the concrete below it with a loud metallic 'clink'. I removed my helmet and shook out my short but ruffled hair. My gun at the ready, I was really ready for any worst case scenarios. Or, so I thought.
It happened fast. I barely had time to turn around. I remember being thrown to the ground and something massive landing on my back and twisting my arm up against my spine. It was wet and smelled like rats and piss. I remember feeling a cutting sensation split my cheek in half, and most of all, I remember a bite. Not a vampire bite. But a bite into my shoulder by something larger than the canines of a night crawler. I jerked my head towards the ground, writhing under something above me. That's when my vision went blurry and my insides started to burn. Poison. It had to be. Or a demon with venom. One of the other. With the little strength I had, I lazily swatted around for my gun. Nothing. I couldn't see a thing and my head was beginning to blank. I turned to my other side, and looked up. To my horror, all I saw was the flashing red light of a camcorder. Laying my head against the cold cement, I opened my mouth to scream as I felt the pressure on my back increase. Whoever my captor was, he was definitely not going to get this over with slowly.