I stopped pacing my cell room and sat on the floor at the back wall, away from the door. It was my birthday tomorrow; eighteen at last. I'd been stuck here in this hell since I was eight years old. But tomorrow meant I could finally apply for a release form. The downside being that I could be thirty before ever seeing the world again.

"Number three-twenty-six, you have a visitor," a short and very chubby man stated, he sounded bored, as the tall guard unlocked my cell door.

I stood up and walked forward, "how many God damn times do I need to tell you? My name is Fuyoko not three-twenty-six. It's been ten whole years, the least you could do is remember it," I was frustrated alright. Every time he came to get me, I was called a bunch of numbers, meshing me in with all of the other hundreds of people stuck in this place.

The guard cuffed my hands together in front of me and pushed me roughly towards the door at the end of the long hallway. The short man, Ivan, ignoring my protest of name, and simply went back to his rounds. As I walked down the hallway, I could hear the cries of the other patients. Their screams full of pain, their hearts aching for a better life. I closed my eyes, trying to block out all of the noise, stumbling forward as the guard kept pushing me onward.

At the large door at the end, he pulled out his key-card and swiped it through the small device at the side, entering in a long code which made the door click open. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me through the doorway, into a large room full of metal tables and chairs fixed in place on the ground.

Sitting alone at one of the tables was my brother, Ezio. Every year he comes in to visit me for my birthday. Last year he gave me a red messenger bag and a choker. The inside of the choker had a small message in it, reading 'I'll always be there for you'.

The guard let go of my arm and I immediately walked over to where Ezio was sitting. "Ezio, you came a day early," I offered him a warm smile, going into a big hug. Although Ezio was my half brother, he treated me the same as if we were normal siblings. He didn't care about the fact I was from a different mother, just that I am me and only me.

"Well, I have to be," his voice had a slight bit of seriousness to it, "I'm going to do everything I can to get you out of this place," he let me out of the hug and motioned for me to sit across from him, my eyes wandering to the box on the table as I sat down.

"Another present? My, my, aren't I the lucky one?" I grinned, reaching over to it to inspect it first. As soon as I got the thumbs up and a sweet but goofy smile from my brother, I tried to open it as delicately as possible, hoping he hadn't gotten me something made of glass or anything else that was highly breakable. After pulling off the last layer, I saw that inside was a yellow-through-to-red flower. It looked like it was almost on fire.

Ezio stood up as I continued to gawk at the beautiful object in front of me, taking it from my hands and using the clip on it to place it in my hair, "it suits you perfectly," his hand fell to my cheek, "you've grown so much, Fu. I promise I'll get you out," he kissed me on the forehead as the guard approached us, "yeah, yeah, I'm going, tough guy. I'll see you some other time Fu," he winked at me and headed back towards the front of the room. The exit to the outside world.

-Back in my cell, midnight-

Why is he suddenly saying he'll get me out? He can't get an agreement from the guy in charge of this place, that's up to me. And he can't just break me out of here, there are guards everywhere. Oh Ezio, what have you got planned? I sighed and sat up on my bed. The moonlight was shining through my small barred window and was dancing across the hard stone floor.

I froze, the sound of screams coming out from the hallway, metal occasionally scraping against the floor in the hallway, footsteps coming closer. Fear coursing through my mind, I grabbed what little possessions I had and threw them all into my messenger bag.

Relax, Fuyoko. If whoever it is opens this door, just run like hell. Run far away. I did my best to calm down, my breathing still quick, heart pounding.

"S-stay away from me, y-you Demons!" a voice echoed out through the building, it was Ivan. I could hear him run passed my cell. Demons? Has he lost it?

A high pitched giggle could be heard, "Oh, he knows what we are," it was a female, she sounded to be younger than me. He knows what we are… Is that some kind of…sick joke? I stepped back from the door a little, Ivan's screams easily heard before silence fell in the building again.

I watched my door move as someone on the other side kicked it several times, "stupid damn door!" the voice belonged to a young man. He seemed to lose patience with it and a gunshot rang out, my ears hurting from being near it.

The cell door swung open slowly, I didn't wait to see who it was that had come to bring me my fate, and instead I burst out of the room and ran to my right. Blood and bodies everywhere, almost making me slip and trip.

The entrance door at the end of the hallway was already busted wide open and I took it as my chance to escape. The female calling out while the two of them ran after me.

I can't die, I can't die, I can't die!

AUTHORS NOTE: I don't own Devil May Cry, Capcom gets those rights. I own the original characters in this story (Fuyoko and Ezio +more) and I'll state at the bottom of each chapter which characters are mine. I will also add in information about their looks and possibly a little about their personality (though only one character per chapter)

FUYOKO: Number 326. As an 18 year old, Fuyoko has been in the institution since she was 8. Her ice blue eyes and fiery red hair set her apart from all of the other patients. Though she has never dyed her hair, it changed from dark brown to red within a couple of months. The only family member that comes to see her once a year is her older half brother, Ezio. On her 17th, Ezio brought her a red messenger bag and a choker inscribed with a message that he'll always be there for her. (Fuyoko means 'child of winter')