AN: Hello and Happy Halloween! This is my first story here, hopefully it doesn't burn your eyes...but if it does you'll become an eyes-less human. It will make the best Halloween costume...or maybe not.

I know this oneshot isn't very DMC-y but Devil May Cry is what sparked me to write this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry as it belongs to its rightful owner which is Capcom the last time I checked.

My ragged breathing was the only thing I heard, not the heavy foot steps or the inhuman screeches of my pursuers. I was trapped in a whole different world, dashing and scrambling for my life all the while knowing that I am running into a corner.

I keep running and running but it never ends. No matter how much I am running this damn nightmare won't end. I just feel like falling into heaps, I was dead tired my muscles screaming at me to stop torturing them.

Someone will be here soon right?

I can only hope.

"HELP! A-ANYONE?" I screamed but only my ragged breathing, my heavy foot steps and the inhuman screeches of my pursuers answered my distressed call.

I wanted to scream out again, but I knew it was futile. In the late hours of night everyone is tucked in comfortable and safe in their safety of their homes, oblivious to the world. Moreover, my throat was hoarse and breathing was all I could think to do when I could feel them hot on my trail.

Is this what they call despair?

Getting out alive was my priority but knowing that I had no more tomorrows to look forward to it made me hesitate.

I won't be having that chocolate ice cream that was waiting back home in my freezer or fold my laundry that was still in the drier.

It made my chest tighten to know I won't be able to tell "I love you" to my parents or thank my neighbor for looking after my cat for so many years while I was at work.

I won't be able to kick my brother's ass in soccer anymore or buy that television that I had saved up for since forever.

Maybe it was all that thinking that was making my world swirl or the lack of oxygen that was getting to my brain from my constant running; it was possibly my feet that I had tripped on that made my body crash into the harsh unforgiving pavement and my head swirling.

It was the end.

I was screaming in my head for my stupid body to move.

Move!

Move!

But still, it wouldn't listen. My body had betrayed me and all I could do now is waiting for my imminent death.

I can hear them now, their growling growing louder and louder with each passing second that seems like eons. They were drinking up my fear, every last drop of it and like the predator they are they lunged for me.

It felt really good for that brief moment as my body sailed through the air—my body light and weightless that is until I felt the impact.

I scream out as I felt my body hit against a nearby stone wall with a sickening crack, I felt my bones snap from the inhuman strength of the throw. Tears were leaking out of my eyes and were flowing freely down my cheeks. I was doomed and am nothing more than a ragged doll now, with my broken body propped up on the stone wall.

My whole body was numb; I couldn't feel it and I could no longer see the horror in front of my eyes. There was only pitch black that enveloped me, it made me feel more helpless than I did before. Waiting until they finish me off is all that I could do now. At the very least I still have a companion—my beating heart, but what good is it if I can't save me?

Thump-thump.

So, this really is the end, isn't it?

Thump-thump.

No one is going to save me from this nightmare made reality.

Thump-thump.

Where is the hero that always comes to save the day?

Thump-thump.

My hero?

Thump-thump.

…

Thump-thump.

…

…

Gunshots rang in the air.

"Hey? You al-"

He came but he was too late.