Infinite Cry RE
A rewrite version of Infinite Cry. Will be updated soon for a clearer understanding and easier reading purpose.
All of the characters will be Out Of Character or OOC to be shorten of, so do expect. You have been warned.
Enjoy.
Chapter 1: Hello and goodbye
'Let me ask you something. When does a man die? Does the time when he stopped breathing make him one? No. Let me tell you what, Morrison…'
A man in his sixties making his way through an alley where everyone avoided passing in that particular area as it was rumored a demon with a pair of bloody eyes resided there spying at those who passed around waiting to draw blood from them. Although the demon never made its presence in public, several cases of bloody beatings were occurred inside the alley with victims were revolving around street thugs.
Morrison did not heed care. Demons, the thing that was described in bible or any holy scriptures did not exist nowadays for sure. He arrived in front of a ramshackle building that was ready to collapse anytime. He made words of 'DEV-MY-RY' from several signs etched on the building…or so what's left from it.
Morrison opened the door gently trying to avoid the door from collapsing for its weak structure as it had been abandoned in a long time. The old man walked inside leaving the front door open to welcome armies of light to chase off the darkness shrouded inside the building. Dusts pierced his nose when he stepped inside. In front of his aging eyes, Morrison still could spot a motionless figure with both legs placed atop on the desk sitting like a statue blending with the room.
Sensing another presence beside him inside, the sitting figure opened his mouth awakened from his slumber.
"Closed for business. Don't bother coming back." The sitting figure greeted.
"Get your ass up Dante. Rise and shine." Morrison said moving closer to take a notice of scattered paper documents on Dante's desk. "Don Jose Ferraro…Guang Bei Fang…Boris Klechenkev…Suzuki Iwakura…Jesus Christ Dante! These names are the leader of mobsters around here. Italy mafia, Triad, Russian mobs, and Yakuza, I thought that you quit being a hired gun already."
Dante brushed his bangs away to get a better look at Morrison. Wondering what he should reply his middleman who used to work together with him back in previous days. Morrison took another piece of paper and keep shooting words at him which he let them passed through his ears that took forever.
"Done with the preaching already, Morrison? There's a church 10 minutes walk from my office. You could start your sermon there instead at this crummy place."
"Fuck it Dante, I am being serious here!" Morrison put the papers down and threw a roll of newspaper toward Dante.
Dante glanced over the headline. Skim read a headline under a section of bizzare mutilation whose victims were Morrison named.
"Do you know who you fucked with?! These guys are humans! Not demons that you could butcher!"
"They look like demons enough to me." Dante soullessly replied.
Morrison sighed. "At least you got a taste on what your doing, aren't you? Look Dante, I know that you are born and trained to slaughter these damned souls but this business is going for shit now and forever. Numbers of demons are falling like stocks in Wall Street until you are the only one left…well, partially. Which is, I don't know the cause of it. Do you?"
Dante slowly revealed his palm. Noticing something unusual from it triggered Morrison's curiosity. He kept silent until he witnessed Dante's arm projecting an array of information in the air. Numerous pictures of developing technologies, human biotic augmentations, robots, and related information were come and go one by one.
Now that's something wasn't it? Morrison thought to himself and dared to ask.
"Let me ask you something. When does a man die? Does the time when he stopped breathing make him one? No. Let me tell you what Morrison…Its being forgotten." Dante paused "Its in the nature of humans to strife for the best and atop another every single day. Through technology as a media, as they reached superiority, humans began to forget the existence that could not be explained with logic. When they encounter one, then they would force their knowledge by all means that eventually leads to forget the existence of…"
Dante pointed up to the sky with his index finger then the floor by thumb. "…Him. So goes with 'them' whom I believe that we don't give a shit. But well, soon will be my turn though."
Morrison could only stood silently listening to Dante's irony. Tis sad but true that humans began to worship technologies more than God before this age of time. Only to became worse nowadays.
"I see. Anyway, I never seen a Devil Arm could project a digital waves. Now that's quite something you got there, Dante."
Morrison tried to recall that term. If he's not mistaken, Devil Arm is a term for weapons materialized from a high end demons whose got slain by Dante in combat and acknowledged his strength thus aiding his pilgrimage of demon hunting in a form of unique object. He saw one in a triple stick, another is in a form of electric guitar that could be turned into a razor scythe when being held in opposite direction, and many more as his eyes had seen.
By the time Dante simply replied, he hit Morrison with questions atop another.
"No. Its not a Devil Arm."
"Come again?"
"I said, Its not a Devil Arm. Nor I know what the hell this is until yesterday. One thing for sure, this is a weapon."
"Come to think about it, funny as I don't see your weapons around here." Morrison looked around "Did you pawn them already or what?"
"I did not. They just…Got absorbed into this thing."
Again, another reply that Morrison did not fully understand until he took a complete look at Dante and noticed something uncommon from him. He was not wearing his normal attire but clad in a scarlet armor from both legs until neck underneath his favorite jacket.
"What the hell are you wearing, Dante?"
"Beats me. Since I don't know myself neither."
"Wait. Hold on a sec…Don't tell me that you are wearing an I.S?"
"I.S?" Dante rose an eyebrow, lowering both legs adjusting his sitting position. "Now that's quite something amusing to me. I am listening."
Morrison dragged a rusty chair sitting facing each other.
"Infinite Stratos. To start, it's an exoskeleton armor only worn by women for space exploration. However, due to some circumstances it eventually became a war machine for solely fighting purpose to put it all short." Morrison paused "Until one man named Ichika Orimura could pilot the war machine designed for girls. What concern me are, first of all, That man is still is a kid, Dante. He's just 15 years old to begin with and fucking with enemies for God knows."
Morrison had the point. That questioned Dante for what is a kid doing with a tool of killing unless he's up for vengeance and bloodshed just like what he did when he was around that Ichika's age. Dante closed his eyes, imagining what that kid deserved to walk down a path similar to him.
"Alright. What's the second then?" Dante asked tonelessly.
"Second is, back to what I said earlier, this walking weapon of mass destruction," Morrison tapped his index finger on the desk "is only meant to be worn by females Dante. Hell, I am not sure myself but don't tell me that all these times that you actually are…"
Dante immediately touched his crotch. Examining the particular area quickly before breathing in relief. He rose a thumb up at Morrison cocking a smile at the same time.
"No worries. I still got my little boy down there."
"Damnit Dante! You don't have to check your dick in front of me."
"Alright, she the second one's not a problem."
"For now. I am afraid that you might undergo a sexual transition phase out of the blue if you wear an I.S Dante. Though I am not sure about it, but my suspicion is there. "
"Naw…you are just being senile, old man."
"Then care to explain how did you get a hand on this thing as my third?"
Dante shrugged "Found this thing sitting inside my arsenal yesterday. Don't know how long it has stayed in there. When I touched it, I was shot with a flash of light and once I opened my eyes, I was seeing what you are seeing now. What's the fourth?"
"Suit yourself. I haven't said it but I guess you read my mind." Morrison produced a letter from his coat. He lifted the envelope using 2 fingers letting Dante clearly picturing the sender. "From here is the reason why I am paying a visit to this shit hole Dante."
Dante spat. Morrison got the point but still, he could not take the insult on where he had been sheltering all these times.
"You could have just dropped it in my letterbox if you don't want to get into this shithole."
"Really? Cuz the last time I saw your letterbox, it was filled with an explosive Dante. That was 3 months ago. And I don't know whose mobs that you were fucking with that time."
"The Triad. It doesn't matter. Let me read it."
Morrison passed the letter. Dante pictured 1 insignia stamped on the letter. He recognized the insignia under the name of Infinite Stratos Academy. Ripping the seal, Dante guided himself to read the letter while Morrison resumed his talk.
"There's a dude wearing a dark blue coat with a federova topping his head like Indiana Jones wanting me to pass this to you 3 days ago. Thanks to it, his face is shaded. I said, 'deliver it by yourself.' He laughed, claiming that you are going to ice him the moment you saw his face."
Dark blue coat? Dante shot his gazes at Morrison, throwing the paper away once he finished reading it.
"How much did he pay you?"
Living in solitary these days without any friends had changed Dante not to live his expectation when dealing with trust. Morrison was not an exception no matter their relationship in the past. Dante had his hand on where he kept his favorite pistols, going for Ebony, the slow firing but deadly in term of accuracy and firepower gun he had when going for any combat situation.
Only to find that his gun was nowhere but inside the I.S he's wearing without any particular knowledge to draw it, had been sharpening his senses to its fullest. This is not his first time someone coming into his office sending a warning or invitation without guns for hire behind him. Only shit always degenerated quickly eventually and his office was full with holes of bullet marks with bodies falling as far as eye could see.
Morrison shook his head causing Dante exhaled in slight relief. Still, he did not let his guard down.
"No. I don't want his money Dante."
"Then what do you want from him in for becoming his errand boy?"
Morrison stressfully sighed pointing Dante right in his eyes.
"Your life, Dante." Dante prepared to strike, however halted by another words from the old man's mouth. "I want your life back. I mean, you used to be more lively than what you are now. Your current self is…how can I say? I swear you look like a dead man Dante."
They shot right through Dante's heart immediately losing all his guards that he had been building. Dante exhaled, dropping his head.
"I always look like a dead man, Morrison. In fact, I am 'dead' already."
"That's what I don't like the 'you' now!" Morrison barked. "The man offered me saying he could bring you back to 'life'." Morrison decided to wrap this conversation "And that letter, it's the cue Dante. Pack your shit and get your ass up!"
"Leave Morrison." Dante coldly replied.
Morrison had already had his hand on a metallic cubical item he carried along with. It had a cylindrical edge on the tip of it making its point at Dante.
"Nice gun. Glock 19, secret service. No wonder why you got that piece as you are working in FBI now?" Dante said.
"Fuck it Dante! You are coming with me whether you like it or not for your greater good!" Morrison roared. "Don't make me do it."
"Do me."
"What?!"
"I said do me. Pull the trigger, put a lead through here." Dante asserted his head. "Don't make this a dramatic crime picture will you?"
"Goddamnit Dante! I am being serious here!"
Running out of patience, Dante dis-instinctively split his desk into 2 using his palm as he stood up pushing Morrison back 3 feet away from the shock of his act.
"YOU THINK I AM FUCKING CLOWNING HERE? C'MON! SHOOT ME! "
Never occurred to him that those words would came out from Dante's mouth. Morrison was anticipating with fear. Sweat covering his hand as he was trembling.
"Dante…"
"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? LOOK AT ME MORRISON! I SAID, LOOK AT MY GODDAMN FACE AND FUCKING SHOOT ME ALREADY YOU SUNNOVA BITCH!"
"FUCK!"
Multiple gunshots exploded like fireworks in a celebration. Thin smoke dancing from the Glock, the air inside the building was now mixed with dust and characteristic smell of gunpowder sprayed on Morrison as numerous of empty shells dropping to the floor. The gun finally locked itself totally backward exposing the barrel of the gun afterward indicating no bullets left inside the chamber.
"Feeling better? Cuz looks like the FBI needs to retire you soon when they see you missed at this range."
"Save your yapping for later, Dante!" Morrison sent the chair he sat flying with a kick. "Fuck you! This is not you, Dante. Ever since the ladies have left, you become like this!" Morrison stressfully exhaled holstering back his gun and returning to his normal tone without looking at Dante. "You know Dante, you could grab one or both of those ladies as your woman to keep you alive and start a family. What happened to you all these times?"
A long cold and uneasy silent shrouded those men. Dante took his moment to recall. The ladies Morrison meant were his working partners, Trish and Lady.
Trish had a long blonde hair and she resemblance Dante's mother whom died in the hands of demons. The first time they met were in a fight started by her, which lead to his first job of hunting demons in an unhibited island unknowing that he walked straight into a trap set by the mastermind who controlled her. She eventually broke from the string and sacrificed herself for him but found her way back to life with Dante's aid thus starting to work together with him. Lady otherwise, had a short black hair with a scar drawn across her nose. Long before he met Trish, when Dante had to confront his twisted twin, they made their acquaintance in uneasy ways to start. To be enticed in a family confrontation for each of them with their own reason to fight, Dante against his twin, while ironically too, she had to face her diabolical father whom drunk in a chase of a legendary demon's power.
One day, when he accepted a job of demon banishing together with Trish and Lady not to knowing it was their last for those demons were the last of both numbers and kinds. The business went down afterward. He had no choice but to set those girls free even though they insisted to stick with him.
Trying not to linger on the bitter past, Dante moved forward passing Morrison.
"Lady got married to a Japs 3 months ago. He's a good man from his face and what she wrote to me. She looked very happy in the photo and I don't want to drag her back to my side because she deserves better man than me. While Trish…I still don't know what she's up to in Japan. That's what I heard from her." Dante pressing his palm onto his face realizing his foolishness. "You are right. Shouldda thinking of starting a family already. I am no one but a fool, Morrison."
"And what you are going to do now? Crying? Devil never cry, Dante."
"I don't know."
"Or what? Staying in this shithole? For what?" Morrison waved sideway
"I..I don't know." Dante bit his lip.
"Waiting your time to come? Isn't it? Then why don't you just stab or shoot yourself then?"
"I SAID I DON'T KNOW!" Dante shouted "Besides, its too late for that already."
Morrison sighed. "Yeah, your right." He picked the letter that he delivered to Dante and reading it. "You know what Dante, I think I know what you have to do. Believe me, I am doing for your good. 'Sides, you still got a long way to go. What are you now? 20? 25? You are still young unlike me."
"None matters. Then what should I do? Tell me."
Morrison waved the letter. "This. The weapon of yours, why don't you take time to study it here?"
"Too old to go to school already."
"But not too late to learn. Besides, remember my client I told you earlier? He said that he's your brother."
"Bullshit!" Dante retorted. "My brother's long dead. His remnant is in somebody else I have met."
"Isn't this something that you need to figure yourself? You can either stay in here or get your ass out through that only door, catch a flight to Japan and snoop this guy. If he's a con man then you could put a lead through his face. If he's your brother and still alive and kicking…"
Dante tensed as he was expecting what would come out from Morrison waiting for his suggestions. Ture, this weapon he wore, it would be a waste if he wasted this chance while seeking the truth behind the man claiming to be his dead brother, it was like killing 2 birds with one stone. He cursed his stubbornness for choosing to stay in this shithole more, which he admitted Morrison's got the point, rather than seeing how the outside had changed while he was locking himself all these times.
"Then its up to you or you two to make it up the lost times. Right?" Morrison drew closer handing the letter that Dante grabbed in instant.
"Alright. You won." He smiled. The lively smile that Morrison never seen before. "But I can't get outside wearing this, y'know."
As if answering his wish, the I.S glowing in red as it slowly dispersed into Dante's pendant just like a magic trick.
"Perfect timing. Let's go." Morrison addressed Dante's door.
"Hold on a sec."
"What now?"
Dante walked to the remains of his desk, he searched through the debris carefully until he found a picture frame of a beautiful blonde woman with a red shawl across her neck smiling beautifully at him. The woman inside the picture frame looked like Trish. Dante carefully opened the frame, sliding the picture to his chest pocket.
Watching what Dante did caused Morrison to took off his hat and bear it close to his chest.
"Sorry."
"No need to."
"Anything else that you need to take along with?'
"Think this is the only one left." Dante replied. "After you."
"You just want me to open the door for you. Oh well."
Morrison walked outside. Dante followed. Once he stepped outside his office, Dante was showered with a warm radiance of sunlight. He wondered how long he had spent his times inside the darkness of his office. The light's so bright that he was stumbled at where he stood at to cover his face using his hand.
"You alright, Dante?" Morrison asked.
"Yeah I'm fine. Its just…I need to adjust myself for a moment."
"Take your time. I'll be waiting." Morrison waited.
Dante slowly lowered his hand. He took a look first to the floor, then guiding his eyes toward his surroundings adapting his eyesight to the sun rays. He chinned up, looking at the clear blue sky admiring its beauty erasing the thought of never seen this beautiful sky anymore. Now he understood what I.S stood for.
Infinite Stratos. The sky without limit.
Dante opened his palm toward the sky, grasping it.
He had the feeling that soon, the sky would be his playground.
Taking steps away from his office, Dante thought whether he could return back to his office. The answer was instant.
The ground around them began shaking violently.
"What the fuck?!" Morrison cursed standing his ground.
The shaking became stronger. The old foundation of Devil May Cry could not stand the shake, it instantly collapsing like a domino set. A curtain of dust filling the entire place. Both men were in one piece.
"Dante, you alright?"
Dante did not comply. He looked at the remnants of the place he used to grow up. All those memories, all those times, the laughs he shared with the people whom used to hang around inside his office, the edible taste of pizza inside his mouth while sitting on his work desk, anything, every single bits of them were none other than a huge pile of debris right now.
Dante turned his back, walking toward Morrison once he had looked enough.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"You okay?"
Dante shrugged. "Why you ask? Hell yeah, I am totally fine. Even better. Let's go."
Dante muttered silent words as they walked out of the alley toward a black sedan parked on the road.
Goodbye, Devil May Cry. Hello Infinite Stratos Academy.
Heya folks! Here's Infinite Cry RE, my first chapter of the rewrite version of Infinite Cry. So what you guys say? The Dante I am using is Dante from DMC series however he will behave like either himself or DmC series(No need to thank me. I know you guys will ask me. You welcome) Anyway, I won't be writing Infinite Cry anymore but you can get a look at my prototype of this series. Any thoughts or suggestions toward this story, sounds off your comments below or just PM me. Enjoy.
Next chapter will be: 'Konichiwa…ht THE FUCK?!' so stay tuned.
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