Disclaimer: I don't own Devil May Cry, Dante, or Vergil...but if i did...oh we wont go there...oh and I don't own Mudus or Trish either, but who cares about them anyways...hehe
Chapter 1
A thunderous boom echoed over the city giving a preview of the storm that was on its way. Lightning lit up the sky like demonic
fireworks illuminating the pack of hellhounds that were running through the streets hunting someone, something. And Dante was running.
Dante ran at a full sprint through back alleys of the darkened city, desperately trying to esacpe his persuers.
Normally he would never run from a fight, but the sheer volume of beasts following him was enough to make even him think twice.
The large gash running down his right thigh wasn't helping the situation any either. It seemed everytime he found a decent spot to hide,
the hounds would smell his blood dripping onto the pavement. Dante heard thunder and prayed for rain. At least if it started,
the rain water would wash the blood in swirling pools all over the streets and make him harder to track. The worst part was he had taken
this job with a bad feeling from the start. He was stuck now, running for his life, in a part of the city he was completely unfamiliar with. Trish
had tried to warn him about taking the job with no password, but the fight that they had earlier in the night regarding his deceased brother
had strucka nerve with him and sent him over the edge as far as rationality went. But there was no time for regret now. Only survival
mattered.
He found a small spot near the back of an alley to rest for a moment, after successfully shaking his pursuers.
A single street light flickered dimly overhead, loose and swaying in the wind. The rain had started, cold and unforgiving.
Dante looked up at the drops that were being illuminated by the steet light and then closed his eyes. It was so quiet he remembered thinking.
Only the sound of the rain mixed with his breath were noticible. His breath came out hard and ragged leaving small puffs of vapor in its
wake. Rain had soaked him to the bone, white hair clinging to his face as water trickled down it.
He sat there for what seemed like hours, his body unwilling to move, and his lungs burning for air. All of a sudden his eyes shot open,
realizing that the hairs on the back of his neck had risen. They had found him. He could feel their lust for blood. his blood. He glanced down
the alley at a rusted fire escape, and knew it was his only ticket out of hellsville. He went to stand, almost forgetting about his torn thigh,
when it decided to send him a cheerful reminder, making him collapse painfully on the wet gravel. He moaned in agony, feeling small rocks
and shards of broken glass dig into his knee caps. The fire escape seemed miles away right now. "Get up you damn wimp. Are you gonna
just die in some shitty alley? I don't think so...so Get Up!" The voice in his head was convincing enough to get him on his feet and at least
moving towards salvation.
Climbing the fire escape in the condition it was in, was a dumb feat to attempt on a sunny day, never the less on a stormy night, but it was
the only way out. Hounds were gathering in the alley below him, snarling and foaming at the mouths. He looked down and shot them one of
his famous smirks, as if to say "see i'm smarter than you", when all of a sudden several bolts pulled out of the brick, sending Dante and the
fire escape plumeting below. Luckily for him, the lower bolts were stronger, and held his weight, sending him swinging to a spot right above
the beasts.
"I swear you guys just get uglier every damn time I see you." He cocked his head to one side sending a spray of water into the night sky.
"So i guess its time for us to say goodbye". With that Dante flipped himself to the top of the bars and drew ebony and ivory. A hail of bullets
ripped into the pack, plastering blood and guts to the alley wall. "Haha, now thats what I'm talking about you smelly bastards! I hope you
loved hell cause thats exactly where I'm sendin ya back to!" Gunfire continued to erupt into the night until Dante was convinced in all of his
cockiness that the beasts were dead.
He held his two girls up to each side of his face, smoke drifting out of the barrels, before twirling them into their holsters. "Humph, that
seemed harder than it should of been". He let himslef down from the bars of the fire escape to the ground, and looked at the carnage he had
caused in the alley. "The garbage men are sure gonna earn their pay tommorow." All of a sudden a sharp pain shot through his thigh and his
leg gave way again. "Damn it all to hell." He looked around for something to wrap around it but could't find anything. "This shit should of
started healing by now." "What in the hell is going on? Oh well, I'll deal later. Right now I need to figure out where the hell I am, so I can get
ho..." Dante was cut off as he felt razor sharp claws dig into his back and knock him to the ground. He hit the street with a sickening thud, as
he felt the creature tear Rebellion from his back. He tried to flip himself over, so he could draw his guns, but the sight before him stopped
him in his tracks. At least a hundred hounds surrounded him on all sides, some clinging to the buildings, some waiting patiently on the ground
for a warm meal. Dante smiled inwardly to himself. "So this is where it all ends for me huh? Humph...some life. Thanks alot dad.
I guess I'll be joining you and Vergil in hell shortly, not to mention the 50 or so hounds I just sent there." He closed his eyes trying to ignore
the searing pain of the beasts claws ripping his back open, only opening them at one point because he swore he felt something, a presence.
He hadn't felt that feeling since he was a kid. "Why now?" He glanced up to where he felt he was being watched. High upon a building, he
saw a lone black figure, coat flapping in the wind. His vison blurred, and all went black.
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