Dance With The Devil
"Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil 't you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil tonight."~Breaking Benjamin~
Nero shivered as he walked through the chilly night air. He missed the balmy, sunny weather of Fortuna already, wishing that he was there now wrapped in Kyrie's gentle warmth. Sniffling he ran the back of his arm across his face to try and starve off the sneeze he knew was inevitable. Adjusting the duffle bag on his back along with Red Queens carrying case. No Nero was not happy. He was cold , tired and lost, oh yes so very lost he was, Capulet's ugly block buildings blocking out everything including the fresh air and bright stars. Pushing his tired legs on wards he spied a diner not to far from where he was standing at the crosswalk . Hurrying himself a little more he figured he could get some food for his gut and a place to rest his weary body. He made it to the dinner, noting with dismay that the place was simply named 'Grease.' Ignoring the revulsion he felt at the name he hoped that it was a little more nicer then its name, He wasn't prissy by any standards he just liked the places that prepared his grubb to at least pass the basic sanitation laws.
The bell tinkled as he walked in, sounding funny to him for some reason. Snorting on his laugh he figured that it would be kind of rude to laugh at someone else's place, even if it was called 'Grease' shudder. Being the kind of night it was weather and time included
He wasn't surprised that the place was pretty damn empty. Aside from the waitress and a cook in the back there looked to be only a few graveyard-shift workers and a man in the back wearing a suit and tie who was meticulously reading the paper.
Nero walked over to the counter and took a seat at one of the barstools. Without speaking the waitress waltzed over and dropped a ratty looking menu in front of Nero. Nero barely glanced at the woman the hunger pains his stomach were making were more important at the moment then the silent waitress. He made a snap decision and impatiently waved the waitress over, his usual scowl fixed on his face(Talk about friendly right?). Lifting her pen to her pad the waitress stayed silent as she stood ready to take down his order. Huffing Nero looked at the cook in the back, he looked as if he was moving at the speed of a slug demon! He cleared his throat and spoke to the waitress "yeah, I'll have the cheeseburger with fries and hold the pickles and tomatoes, also I want a coke with that." The waitress didn't say anything just wrote his order down on the paper before tearing it away from the pad and clipping it on a hook. She hit the bell once and went to go stand off somewhere or clear tables or whatever.
Nero was right about the cook being slow as hell, It took twenty-three minutes for him to make a simple cheeseburger with fries. When the cat got your tongue waitress finally came back Nero dove head first nose closed into his food, he tore it to pieced devouring the last crumb and gulping down the last of his coke until the ice clicked against his teeth.
Wiping his sleeve across his mouth he went up to the waitress to pay for his meal. "Hey, hey Lady I wanna pay for the food." The waitress kept her back to him not indicating that she heard him or anything. Feeling his already frayed nerves beginning to untangle a little more, Nero snapped , if there was one thing he hated it was being ignored!
He turned the woman by her shoulders till she was facing him. He was about to give the bitch a piece of his mind until he got a look at her face, or what was left of it. It literally looked like her face had melted off and was hanging on in what looked like strips of flesh was all that was left to cling to her skull. Nero stumbled back from the creature a look of disgust marring his features, unable to control his gag reflex he turned to his left and blew chunks. When he finished heaving he immediately jumped back from the woman, drawing Blue Rose from her holster. Scanning the room he called himself a fuckin moron twice over in his head for not noticing sooner that something was wrong. The people he had thought were just over tired graveyard shift workers were rotted looking like the waitress, hmm call Nero crazy but he thinks he had a little zombie infestation. He had to hold in the urge to dry heave though when he realized a zombie had handled the his food.
He prayed that in his haste he had not swallowed a finger or a chunk of zombie. Blegh!
Nero expected your typical slow moving zombie and was quite surprised(more like freaked the fuck out) when the zombie waitress and a truck driver guy launched themselves at him with surprising agility. He would have kept his balance had the fat one not side tackled him and if he wasn't still reeling from the fact that he was fighting flesh eating undead. Needless to say he hit the floor hard enough to knock Blue Rose from his hand. Shit! He tried to wiggle out from underneath the cadavers but it looked like along with the super speed they also possessed some super strength and a super stench as well.
"Haven't you guys ever heard of deodorant or at least of a mint! Gah!" As if to prove a point the zombie waitress above him opened her mouth to hiss at him, showing off the rotted teeth and every other goody she had in there. Nero kept struggling until he got his right arm free. He activated his devil bringer and slammed the zombie bitch into the wall across the room knocking her into the kitchen and into Bob the Zombie Chef. The next one on his list was the trucker guy, he whipped his devil bringer around and caught him by his flannel shirt and threw him into the small horde of advancing zombies. Bang! Just like bowling, not that Nero had ever been bowling but he'd seen it on enough TV shows to get the gist of it.
Leaping over to his bag he unlocked Red Queen from her case and quickly started to rev her up. Smirking he raised his flammin baby up so the zombies could get a good look at her. "Heh I know that if you want to get rid of a few zombies the best cure is a few chopped up body parts and FIRE!" He leaped into the crowd and proceeded to do just that yeah rotted burning flesh made Bael's scent smell like roses compared to this shit. While the zombies were fast, it was just super human speed, whereas Nero had super demon speed. Moving with agile quickness and fluid motion he cut down the nasty fuckers and burned them to a crispy ash.
When he was finished. He brushed off any ash that clung to his coat and pants. He was startled by the sound of someone clapping(hmm cliché much.) The man who had been reading the paper was standing in the center of the room with his paper tucked under one arm and not a speck of gore or ash anywhere on him. The man wasn't old like Nero had thought but looked to be just a few years older than him. "Well done, my good sir, well done! It's been awhile since I've seen a show that good, but I'm sorry to say old chap your no Ginger Rogers." Snarling Nero trained Blue Rose until it was level with the man's forehead. "Listen Pal I don't give a damn about this Ginger Bitch or whatever, all I wanna know is who the fuck are you and did you make those zombies." The man didn't flinch at being stared down with the barrel of a gun. Instead he bowed to the waist and answered in a cultured voice similar to an English accent but more singsongy . "My dear boy I am quite surprised you have not heard of me , for I have most certainly heard of you and the rest of those filthy things mistaken for heirs of our once proud and noble general lord Sparda. I guess I can forgive your ignorance since you are still a whelp, I am Der Puppenspieler!"
At the revelation of his name the freak actually spread his arms and did a twirl. To Nero him doing that was almost as nauseating as the zombies. He shot at the man and the man blurred to the side dodging Nero's bullet while spewing laughter from his large mouth. Growling Nero squeezed off a few more rounds and snarled at the dancing man "Look you freakin ballerina stay still so I can blow your brains out and what the hell does der Puppenspieler mean anyway." The man laughed again before twirling once more and ripping away the hat so Nero could see him clearly. Had Nero been either a chick or a gay he would have called the man attractive, but alas he was neither. "Dear boy my name you will have to look up for its meaning and instead of blowing my brains how about something more pleasant for both of us!" The man had to dodge another hail of bullets from Nero's gun "Hoho you walk a straight path I see, Guess I shall not be your Astaire my beautiful Ginger!" The man dodged a slash from Red Queen this time the blade barely missing his throat. He blurred again when he slammed into Nero knocking him into the wall and pinning him to the wall by his throat fingers digging into Nero's windpipe "If you won't be my dancing doll, doll how about my pretty little skeleton in my basement." The man's jolly voice be came darker and deeper at the last part of his offer. Nero struggled but couldn't break the man's hold. Spots danced in front of his eyes as struggled to drag the tiniest bit of air into his starved lungs. As everything began to grow fuzzy and dark he heard the most blessed sound ever. "Hey Twinkle Toes how's about giving the kid some air and you come on over hear and have a chat with the big boys." As Nero lost consciousness he heard another more cold and artic voice say "Indeed."
Authors Note : Hello everyone :D, I favorited enough stories and finally got the balls to put up one of my own XD. But yeah constructive criticism is very welcome along with suggestions about how to make the story better. I thank you for taking time to read this story and I hope it wasn't to painful. Thanks Again ^_^.
