A/N: This story well take place during DMC 5, the new game where every Devil May Cry fan is debating about Dante's looks. Well you know what. I don't care. It's Dante, I still love him no matter what. AND if you're all judging him because he doesn't have white hair...look again! Anyway...This is just an introduction. Dante will actually show up in the next chapter. And He might seem OOC, sorry. :(
Enjoy!
Have you ever been in a mental hospital? No for any bad reasons or anything. It's just your lovely parents (in my case) put you there because your "different"? Or the stupid doctors in this God damn facility, just kidnapped you and now your in an experiment? And the fact that they call this place "A Young Offenders Rehabilitation Center". Young offenders my ass.
My parents put me in this rotten (I use that term literally, you should see this place -not really-) place, because they thought that I was different. Just because I can make people go into flames does not make me different...okay maybe it does...just a little bit, but other than that, I'm 100% human...I think. Oh and yeah, they put me in here at the age of seven. So I've been in this place for about ten to eleven years. NOT FUN.
The building is disgusting. They don't clean the place, especially the torture rooms (visitors can't see it), if a "subject" dies while in the torture room, they just leave the stupid body in there. And if a roommate dies in your room, they leave them in there (I had three to die, and they weren't removed until I threatened the doctor and assistants). There's slim, mildew, rust, etc. You name it, it's probably there.
Now I said that I threatened the docs, and your wondering why I can't escape. Well I attempted several times, my first time was actually my greatest escape, until they tricked me. Never trick a seven year old people, your going to regret it later... Well after my...I think it was either my fourth or fifth, the learned to not underestimate me. So they put a ankle bracelet on, of course my ankle, but it wasn't just to make my dry, bloody, bruised body look pretty (no duh, and besides the bracelet was ugly). It was to shock me with freaking volts of electricity. And trust me, the higher it got, the fucking pain hurt like fucking hell.
When HE came in here, I thought this maybe my chance to escape, and change my world. And you know what. He actually did change my world. From Hell to something close to Heaven.
A/N: Review please! If it's bad comment...can you like...please break it down gently for me...I'm frail. XD
