Disclaimer: I do not own DMC, just my oc's.
WARNING! there is a violent battle in this chapter, it includes blood and gore, as well as the killing of a demon in the shape of a wolf. I do not condone the beating of any kind of animals. This is just a story, nothing more. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Recap:
What I saw made that thread of hope nearly snap in half, because standing in front of me was a woman, she wore a white ceremonial type dress, her red hair was up in a lazy ponytail and her green eyes looked at me, a smile radiated from her. Ten points to anyone who guesses who it is.
"Hello, my name is Kyrie, and I liked to welcome you to Fortuna." Kyrie says happily.
And with that sentence, my thread of hope snaps and lets me go screaming into the dark abyss that is reality. Funnily enough I could hear a line of lyrics in the background, the lyrics belonged to 'Falling in Reverse' and the song was 'The drug in me is you'. The line went, "I've lost my goddamn mind." Oh irony you are a real bitch.
Three weeks later-
"Adi hurry up were going to be late for mass." Aunt Gerdy yelled from the bottom of the stairs. I sigh as I look at myself in the mirror, I hated going to mass, and I now know why Nero brought his headphones with him. Speaking of Nero, I haven't seen hide nor hair of him, I guess all of those fanfics about him leaving Fortuna were right. Damn, I was really hoping that I might be able to get him to help me. Letting out another sigh I look over myself in the mirror, I wore my old black school uniform blazer, it had a stiff collar that stuck straight up, I was reminded me of the kind that guys in anime wear and also the collar on a priest's outfit. I had my black Jack Skellington zip up hoodie that had an outline of his face, on underneath my blazer with the hood pulled out resting on the back of the blazer collar.
Even though Fortuna is tropical everyone wears layers, hell even I have been wearing layers, for some reason you never really sweat in them, plus they feel comfortable. I pat down my pockets to make sure I had everything: wallet? Check, checkbook? Check (ironic), Ipod and earbuds? Check, ASPS? Check. What you never know when you'll need them, plus this is DMC, there is going to be demons somewhere in this world.
"Adrian Black, get your ass down here now!" Phil bellowed out. I roll my eyes and make my way slowly down the stairs; they can leave my ass behind and just go ahead of me for Christ sake, no need for the shouting.
"You know you guys can just let me stay home." I offer up hopefully, though lately I have been having my hopes stepped on so much that my mind keeps screaming to shut the fuck up.
Phil gives me his version of a 'shut up and get going' look, "We are a family, we will go to mass as a family." Then he did a double take at what I was wearing, plus my grey jeans. "You will not wear those things to mass, go upstairs and change now!"
I give him my 'you're fucking kidding me' look and just stare. "Okay, first we have the same agreement about clothes that we do about my electronics, as long as it doesn't suggest or say anything that's repulsive or vulgar." Lord knows I've tried to though, "and second, you just told me to get down here, you really want to waste 45 minutes waiting for me to find something respectable to wear?"
Phil looked at me with so much anger that it was practically rolling off him in waves, I was slipping my hands towards my pockets to touch the soothing metal. After all, I'm only 5'7 and fill is 6'1, I can beat the shit out of him, but at the cost of a few bruises. Yeah those incidents are probably what Petrov had heard about. Phil waved his hand in dismissal and opens the door and bellows out a command that gets the rest of his family out the door.
I roll my eyes at Phil, give the parasites the finger as stick their tongues out at me, and give Gerdy a smile and a wave as I put on my combat boots that sits at the front door. I pull out my Ipod and look for some good music as I slam the door behind me. I pull up my playlist for 'Buck cherry' and start playing 'Crazy Bitch'. Originally I played the song to throw off Phil along with many others that had the same principal, sex with girls, drugs and booze. I started too really like these songs, funny because I was straight edge and gay but hey who cares.
I started to jog towards the church, or well whatever the hell they call it, because Alma and Christi were there. Christi, or Corpus- shortened to corpse- was Alma's five year old daughter and she was a riot. Over the past three weeks that I've stayed in this sub tropical hell hole, Alma and I have become rather close friends, considering the fact that I've never really had friends before its kinda weird saying the word. Anyways Alma and I have spent the last couple of weeks getting to know each other, wow that sounds awkward. We both seem to have something's in common, one being that we hate the people that were stuck dealing with, i.e. Petrov and Phil and the parasites, second being that we are total outcast in the fucking town.
Though I personally am use to it, I've been that kid that sits by himself at lunch and recess for as long as I could remember. It used to bother me a lot, but then a year before I was sent off to Phil's I started to stop caring about people that gave me looks and picked on me. I also started to learn that punching someone's teeth in and breaking noses worked better than time out's, oh here's a tip, pick up a rock big enough to get a good grip on and just go to town on those assholes.
I'm not really sure if Alma's used to it though but she seems to be taking the whispers and stares well enough. But I've noticed something, the people of Fortuna seem to hate Alma, I think it's because she's different from them, still working on trying to get the truth from her on whether or not she's a demon. Last week someone drunk came up to her and spit in her face and called her a whore, Alma just stood rooted in her spot, that same amber glow that I saw earlier was back, but she had a look of utter disgust and boredom in place. I on the other hand whipped out my ASP and promptly beat the shit out of him, gave him a fractured rib, broken femur and a concussion, not my personal best but hey whatever works.
Well after that incident Alma introduced me to Christi, who looks just like her mother, except her pupil is a red cat like slit that you only see in certain light, and only has a streak of white hair.
"ADA!" I hear through My Chemical Romances cover of Desolation Row, just now realizing the time that had passed, right before a tiny body jumped out at me knocking me on my ass.
"Ugh, corpse can you give me a eight second warning next time." I say sitting up, the pale little girl in black I was describing seconds ago clutching to my chest.
Christi just giggles as she looks up at me "Sorry.", the look on her face said otherwise. I glare at her, and then burst out laughing; it's hard to stay mad at her.
"Christi," I heard Alma's voice say sternly, "What have I told you about doing that." I looked at Alma to see that she had a smirk on her face, yep she was enjoying this.
"Hey Al" I say, using the nickname I gave her, she smiled.
"Hello to you to Ada." Yep I told her what my nickname was; I even showed pictures of Ada and Claire to her. She had laughed and said that she liked it; I named her Al after I showed her an episode of 'Married with Children'. I swear she acts like Al Bundy sometimes.
"Ada, can I listen to it." Christi said banging on my chest with her fist, oww that actually hurt. She liked to call me that instead of my given name, she also liked being called corpse. Petrov had heard about our nicknames and said that it was stupid and childish as well as morbid. Corpse returned his comment by pulling down her bottom right eyelid with her middle finger and stuck her tongue out. See a riot, plus she hates Petrov to, can I get a whoop whoop?
"Alright, alright corpse just stop beating me you abusive moron." I say, seriously I think she bruised a rib.
"Yay!" she cheered, then like a spider monkey she crawled onto my shoulders and pulled out my ear buds and put them in her ears. I and Alma share an eye roll as I turn my Ipod to 'Call me maybe', yeah I regretted introducing her to the song, and she always demanded it. Alma offered me a hand up, I needed it with Corpse doing piggy parrot on my shoulders. I took it and off we went towards the church, all the while Corpse was belting out the lyrics. I have to say it's funny seeing the assholes around us turn heads at us, then hearing a five year old girl yelling "We're you going baby?" and "here's my number, so call me maybe." I and Alma couldn't stop laughing.
We get to the steps just as the song ends a second time around, by them I was gritting my teeth, and Alma was ready to smack the back of her daughter's head. We were relieved to say the least when we hit the steps, though sad because Alma had to leave to go stand with the other guards. Corpse scrambled off my shoulders to hug her mother, who affectively hugged her back and kissed her forehead goodbye.
"Come one; let's go sit in the back." I say to corpse, she shakes her head happily and off we go, skipping to the wizard of oz tune, I showed it to her when I babysat while Alma was out on patrols, along with nightmare before Christmas.
Soon mass starts, everyone stands but us as the priest? got up and started to open up the prayer. I and corpse roll our eyes and I pull out the book we've been working on during mass to improve her vocabulary. She works fast I have to say; she can read faster than me, I know she can because I ask her to recite it back to me after mass. I flip open Janet Evanovich's 'One for the money' and we start were we last left off. We had to cover our mouths when there was a funny part, basically I covered corpse's mouth with my hand, and she returned the favor.
We were so engrossed in the book that we didn't even feel it when someone sat down next to corpse.
"What are you two doing?" Kyrie asked, making us draw our attention away from the book. The minute corpse saw her, her adorable face lit up and she effectively glomped her. I had noticed that Corpse had a sisterly crush on the red headed songstress a few days ago. Kyrie smiled and let out a small laugh, returning the hug to the little girl. Ouch, I feel your pain sister, little girl can hug.
"I'm teaching her how to read." I say effectively, I liked Kyrie I mean sure she was the come save me girl that almost every game had, but still it was kinda annoying to talk to her at times. But I had to admit, if I ever wanted to come to this church of my own free will, ha never going to happen; I would come just listen to her sing.
"Why are you teaching her to read during the middle of mass?" Kyrie asked after she had wormed her way out of corpses hug.
"Because we fall asleep listening to this guy go on." I reply, corpse was shaking her head for emphasis.
Kyrie had a somewhat pained reminiscent look on her face, "You know, someone I once knew said something like that once." She looked like she was about to cry, guessing she was thinking of Nero. I went over what I said and realized that I paraphrased what he had said right before Sanctus was shot by Dante. Crap.
"What happened to that person?" Corpse asked all doe eyed. She really idolized Kyrie, well except for the weak part, corpse could kick ass. I've seen some of her handiwork in a photo album that Alma had shown me, the pictures were of kids that had the crap kicked outta them. Weird but hey, my idea of family renaissance was thinking about all the times Grandma Florence yelled that I was the child of the devil and beat me. One time with a wooden rolling pin, all the while my older brother and sisters where snickering in the corner eating chocolate chip cookies that Florence had made with the said rolling pin.
Aww, good times, I say this because I remember taking the rolling pin out of that old bitches hands and tossing it out the apartment window, breaking it, and effectively hitting a guy that had just robbed the tiny little grocery store that was next door. The store owner gave me 120 bucks and a slushy; my family gave me a black eye for the window.
"… He moved away." Is what I caught from the end of Kyrie's explanation? Damn I missed it, I was hoping to find out where he was and I just missed my big chance. Again, a big Fuck You to my deceased family, who are probably giving me the finger from their graves.
"Oh, by the way Adrian, what happened with the choir master, I hear you didn't get the position?" Kyrie asked me with genuine concern.
Ah yes, the choir try outs as I called them. That son of a bitch Petrov came through with his promise to try to get me on the choir. I spent a week and a half going over exercises to help my voice, and Kyrie helping me practice. But it was all a waste, because I never intended join, I'd give it a try but hell no. so when the time came to sing in front of some pompous snooty asshole that was the choir master, I choose 'I am only one' by We Are The Fallen. Needless to say, he liked my voice a little bit, but hated the song. He said it was the sole opposite from what the order teaches, and that I was tainted by the song. Pssh jackass can go stuff it, doesn't know good music from a pile of shit.
So anyway back to trying to ditch Kyrie's concern. I put on my sad face and puppy dog eyes, if I was going to get outta this then I would have to pull out some good sized guns. I start up some little tears in my eyes and look up at her.
"I tried Kyrie, I really did, it was just that I chose this song that he didn't like, I swear I meant to give it my best." I let out a little hiccup for some added effects, it fooled her and Corpse. I could tell because they started patting my back and tried to comfort me.
I eventually get them to believe that I am alright, and promise them that I will cheer up and try again. Kyrie believes me, though she still seems worried about me, she left to go up front and sing. Corpse looks a little sad about her leaving, and about my supposed depression. Oops think I might have overdone it a little. Well anyway, the next half hour consist of Kyrie singing, a few more prayers and sermons, and me balancing my checkbook. I'm not kidding about the last part, after all the taxations on my bank account I have a sum total of $6,592.64. And you have no idea how long I have scrapped and saved for it.
So after everyone was dismissed I and corpse went to find Alma, who was obvious to spot because she was one of the two people who were decked out in black colors, the other being me.
"So how'd you guys enjoy the sermon?" Alma asked, though she seemed to have already guessed the answer.
"We got half way through book mommy, and then Kyrie came by and we started to talk, then Ada balanced his book." Corpse replied after glomping her. Alma looked at me with a WTF look, I held up my checkbook to show her, for the hell of it I balanced it on one finger.
"Hmm, seems like you two have had a good time." She observed with a smirk.
"Yep," Christi said happily, then her face turned serious, "Hey mommy?"
"What is it sweetie, and please hurry, I've got patrols to start." Alma replied.
"Can I take Ada to the special stone?" corpse asked with her doe eyes. Huh what the hell is the 'special stone'?
Alma looked at her daughter with surprise, "Why would you want to take him there?" you know this third person thing gets kinda annoying, well unless your deliberately doing on purpose to screw with a person. I've done it a couple of times, referring myself in third person that is, along with saying 'according to the prophecy', after everything I said I would do. Try it, its fun to screw with people like that.
"Ada's depressed that he didn't get the choir spot with Kyrie." Corpse responded, wait what, oh shit I did over do it.
Alma looked at me, she knew I could give two shits about the choir spot, but hey who could crush a little girl's dreams. Well I could, just not her girl's dreams. Pretty sure she'd show me what she could do with her katana. "If he wants to go then it's okay with me." Alma gave me a look that said 'fuck this up and I'll castrate you so hard'.
I gulped mentally and said yes, then was glomped/choked by corpse.
"But be careful out there, there have been reports of strange demons lately, I don't want you to get hurt." Alma said with concern.
"If I helps, I've got my ASP's with me." I offer up, because from what I saw on Alma's face, she seemed to give these demons a high ranking. Crapolla.
"If what helps?" a sing song voice asks. We turn to see Kyrie behind us, she had changed her outfit to wear it was more casual and mobile, basically, a below the knee skirt, and a cream colored long sleeved shirt, along with some boots. Hmm, she could really pull it off.
"Kyrie!" Corpse yelps and then glomps the poor girl again, geez she should have a limit or something.
"Christ is dragging Adrian off to a spot she goes when she's sad to cheer him up about the choir thing." Alma says nonchalantly, she then turns her head to me and puts a hand on my shoulder; I stare into her eyes and see that she's worried but I feel that she trusts me. "Be careful."
I smile up at her, "We will be, besides you know that we can take care of ourselves." I say back with fake confidence. I know that I can take on a human opponent, not so sure about a demon one.
"Well in that case, can I come along with you guys?" Kyrie asked, corpse let out a squeal of approval from her spot hanging from Kyrie's neck. No, no, no and oh yeah HELL NO!
"Sure, just are careful all of you." Alma says, then kisses corpse on her forehead goodbye, she turns around and gives me a pat on the back and a look of sympathy. Great, leave me why don't you, no wait come back, COME BACK!
I let out a sigh and turn to Kyrie and the monkey known as Christi as she hangs from the songstress. "So where exactly is this 'special stone'? I ask, wanting to get this over as soon as possible.
Corpses face lights up and she lets go of Kyrie's neck and lands on the floor, then she takes my hand and Kyrie's in hers and starts to drag us along behind her.
So for the next twenty minutes walked, and walked, and walked, and listened to some music. Kyrie seemed to like Kimbra and Florence + the machine, but she gave me a weird look when I started to play Korn's 'Twisted Transistor'. What is everyone in this town afraid of metal and rock?
So back to the route we were taking, well I have to say it looked so damn familiar that the pit in my stomach feeling came back. It wasn't screaming at me, yet, but it was there and steadily climbing. Soon we ended up at the docks, which I have avoided due to the fact I can't get the idea of scarecrows popping out of nowhere out of my head. Though I did happen memorize the times that the ferry arrived and left, after all never know when you'll need to get the hell outta dodge. Though I was hoping that I'd do it sooner than later.
Corpse leads us across the bridge; Kyrie and I were sharing worried concerns, though hers seemed to be more worried and knowledgeable. Soon were in this dark and damp place with big wheels turning, it looked like a mine. I had to help Kyrie across this open sewer type thing, thank god it was only water, and then we had to follow our enthusiastic leader up a really long ladder. When I got up there I froze, to the left was a weird looking stand that looked like half a cage with two candles on either side, oh crap, and to the right there was a an eerie looking gold statue that looked like a woman with a lion's head holding up an hour glass with gold like sand that looked more like energy waves.
"OH SHIT!" I think as realization hits me with a bitch slap. This is the path to that place with all those shacks that Nero and Dante fight Berial and were Dante destroys that Hell Gate. Crap, don't tell me that this 'special' stone is the remains of the gate. The pit in my stomach is now screeching at me like when you drag nails on a chalk board. I should run, but hey when has anyone accused me of acting smart. Well they do accuse me of acting like a smartass.
I look at Kyrie; she seems to be having a little bit of a panic attack at the moment. Yep I think that this little trip is dragging up a few bad memories. We get out of the mine to go up this hall with steps; I get a little flashback from the game to know that this is leading up to Ferrum hills. I gulp as I follow corpse up the steps, god I hope this is going to end well. "Don't bet on it" my little annoying voice says to me. Huh wonder why it isn't screaming at me yet to run like mad, "Because you won't listen to me dumbass." Well at least it learned something.
"Christi, Adrian I don't think we should come here." Kyrie says worriedly, I concur with the other red head.
"Aww, but it's just ahead of us, pwease?" she asks, pulling out the cute card, along with her doe eyes and pout. Shit look away, look away, aw dammit I looked. Sighing I shrugged and turned to Kyrie, who seems to be fighting the same battle I was.
"Just stay behind me alright." I say to her, she seems to want to argue but she gives in and shakes her head slightly.
"Yay!" corpse yells, but we all cringe at the echo it creates. Kyrie lets out a sigh the same time that I do, then we both grudgingly start forward. Within seconds were greeted a dim light, the suns behind some clouds.
I look around to see the burnt remains of old patch work shacks. It looks like the remains of shanty towns and Hoover-villes that I saw in my text book last year. Corpse lets out another squeal and starts off in a quick dash, me and Kyrie share a look and then run off after her. We get to the end of the remains to see a pile of black rubble, on either side was more rubble and on top of each pile was what looked like a black broken heart piece that had been worn away by the weather. Yep this was the remains of the Hell Gate that Dante destroyed with Lucifer.
"Huh, so this is your 'special stone'? I ask, though pretty sure I was being captain obvious.
"Yep, I found it last year when we came here, every time I come here and I get happy, because I'm not the person who had their heart broken." Christi says happily. Wow, she is kinda a realistic romantic, but she totally misunderstood the purpose of the breaking of the Hell Gate, though I'm slightly confused on it to.
"I think that we should go." Kyrie said sternly, I looked at her and she had a worried expression on her face.
"But why?" Christi whined.
"Be… because it's going to rain soon." Kyrie stammered out. Oh good save, wait that was a rain drop, yep time to go.
"Yeah, I guess it is time to go," I say aloud then turn to Christi who looks like she's ready to cry, oh crap I don't want Alma to castrate me because of something that her daughter might say. I'm kinda attached to my anatomy in more way than one you know.
"You were right corpse, this did cheer me up." I say then kneel down and hug her for good measure. "Thank you so much." I add with a little bit of a choked voice.
"You're really not sad anymore?" she asks, the tears drying up, her face lighting up with joy.
I nod my head she squeals and glomps me, wrapping her arms around my throat, effectively cutting off my air supply. God damn what did Alma feed this girl.
"Um, Christi I think you should let go, He's starting to turn blue." Kyrie says with a worried chuckle. I felt relief as the air rushed back into my lungs when she let go.
"Sorry."
"It's *gasp* fine." I say gasping in air. Suddenly that sinking feeling hits me full force, shit something is coming.
"Kyrie, Christi," I say getting up; both of the girls look at me with worry, Kyrie because she was worried from the beginning, Christi because I used her full name. "Get behind me and start walking back to the tunnel, NOW." I say the last with as much authority I could muster up with a bad round of oxygen.
"Why, whats going on." Corpse asked worriedly, looking around for anything. Kyrie started to pull her along, but mimicking her actions.
I start to walk back, pulling out my ASP from each pocket, with one flick of my wrists they will extend to 31 inches of steel, but I don't think that will help much. "I don't know, but we need to leave be-" I was interrupted by the sound of a loud thud, followed by that of growling and maniacal laughing. All of us shuddered and turned around to see the source of the creepy ass noises.
To my horror I see five arm scarecrows, two leg scarecrows, and two black wolves that I have never seen before in any of the games. The scarecrows were stumbling around on their legs or leg; all were eyeing us with hunger, and laughing their creepy ass laugh. The black wolves on the other hand were at the back of the group, they both had eerie red glowing eyes, longer teeth than regular wolves, almost like saber tooth tiger's. Their fur seemed to be alive, the blackness moving around every now and then, whipping at nothing almost like living shadows.
"KYRIE!" I shout, I then flick both of my wrists, extending the steel batons outward to their full lengths. "Take Christ and run, I'll cover you."
"But wh-"
An arm scarecrow then charges at us, his bladed arm raised behind itself, I bring up my ASP's to form an 'X' right as the blade is about to hit my face. I hold it back, hoping that the ASP will hold. I push back on it, then using my left leg I kick it in the abdomen sending it flying backwards into his buddies.
"JUST GO!" I yell as a leg scarecrow leaps into the air and does a vertical spin. I step left of the blade as it lands with a thunk, sinking it into the ground. I see Kyrie dragging off Christi as she screams that I needed help. I then spin in a circle and round house the scarecrow in the back with my left foot as it tries to free its foot. It goes down forward, sinking itself into the tip of the blade. I hear a ripping sound and look down to see that the blades tip had punctured the burlap that it was made out of, black beetles rushed out of it like water from a broken damn. The burlap body deflates with one final creepy laugh, the beetles scatter one down.
I look back to see that Kyrie and Christi had left through the way we came here. "Good," I say to no one. I then shift an asp to one hand as I pull out my iPod and the little Ihome speaker. I hook it up as the demons look at me; they seem to be calculating what to do next. I put my Ipod on playlist mood, specifically my System of a Down Playlist. I put it down on the ground, followed by my blazer and hoodie, and didn't want them to get cut up now.
The bass of 'Deer Dance' starts as I shift into a fighting stance, my feet evenly apart shifting from one to the other making it look like I'm bouncing, my hands held down to my side, elbows bent, both asp held forward. "Now, let's get this party started!" I yell with a wild sneer in place. The lyrics start as the scarecrows charge forward.
I jump back as the other leg scarecrow jumps and spins and slams it's blade into the dirt ground. I start to sing with the lyrics "Baton courtesy-" I scream emphasizing it with a whack to the leg's face, knocking it backwards. It goes with the blow and pulls it's blade out of the ground and does a back flip, laughing the entire time. I side step to the left, avoiding the blade, but directly into the path of one of the arm scarecrow's swinging blade. I duck and bring up my right baton and hit it in the chest, "Service-" I then drop to my knees and stick out my leg as another arm swings its blade. I spin around and leg sweeps their legs out from under them, I feel pain from my shin hitting their peg legs, but I grin and bear it. "With a smile!" I finish it by jumping up and bringing both asps down on the back and chest of the airborne scarecrows, slamming both into the ground, causing them to land on each other's blades. Each punctured the other's burlap bodies, letting out a torrent of black beetles. Two more down, six more to go.
I smile at them as the song changes to 'Dreaming', the scarecrows regrouped and were watching me, still laughing that creepy as hell laugh. The wolves were still in the back, they were growling to each other in intervals, as if communicating. The scarecrows spread out, two arms to the left, the arm and remaining leg to the right, the wolves in front. I scan them as they stumble about in place, at the moment they made a semi circular shape; a pincer attack I think is what the formation is called, with me directly in the middle.
Out of the corner of my eye's the leg scarecrow jumps into the air, two of the arm scarecrows charge forward at me, their blades pointed at my chest. I wait for the right time, praying that my idea will work, and then I cartwheel backwards just as the two arms were half a foot away. Their blades clash as they pass each other and head straight into each other's chest cavity. The leg that was flipping into the air sealed their fate as its blade came down upon them in a way where it cut into the shoulders of both of the arms.
I run forward and jump, then I bring my arms down with the asp in each hand, upon the leg's back, forcing the body of the scarecrow to go down, were it then slit itself open on the back of the dead arm scarecrow's blades. Soon there's a pool of black beetles scurrying about under the burlap sacks.
The remaining two scarecrows stop laughing, but the wolves are growling louder, one seems to be poised to attack; the other was eyeing me, its body relaxed. I stare all of them down, an arrogant smirk in place on my face, which causes wolf one to snarl.
My body is shaking from the adrenaline and the excitement, a euphoric feeling was taking place in my body. It felt good to kill these things, to hit them, kick them, to simply let loose on them. One of the arm scarecrows came charging at me with its arm poised ready to swing. Instead of waiting for it to come at me, I run towards it bellowing out a war cry. It wasn't anticipating my tactic, it kept charging but not swinging, I punched it in the middle of its chest, smirking at the crunching sound I heard, probably the beetles, and it stumbled back. This left him wide open; I started to wail on it to the rhythm of the song's guitar and drums. The other scarecrow jumps from its spot, blade arm draped across the front of its chest.
I ducked down in front of the one that I was beating on, but the one charging anticipated this. It swung it's blade up at an angle, I got nicked in the forearm as I rolled to the right, a slight cry of pain, actually more annoyance, escaped from my lips. I smirk though when I see that in the process of swinging its arm up at an angle, it had cut up its fellow demon. A large gash was on its chest, running from its left side up diagonally to its right shoulder. The beetles started to poor out from the wound, one fell onto me, and I crushed it though, letting out a disgusted noise at the sticky mess it had left.
The scarecrow cackles at the blood that's dripping from its blade, "You like that buddy, because that's all you're getting from me." I say, and then I kick it in the sides with both my feet from my spot on the ground. It goes flying a few feet, it's stunned so I take my chances and get up. I run to it as it tries to push itself up from the ground, it turns around halfway and see's me running. "No time" I murmur to myself, I then jump and go into a drop kick, I go in a curved line and land directly onto the scarecrows back. My weight and force push it down onto its own blade; I jump on its back for good measure, quickly stumbling back as I feel a solid piece of mass underneath the burlap. I guess I had pushed down hard enough that it nearly cut itself in half.
I admire my handiwork for a quick sec, then I turn to face the last two demons, who I had feeling would be the toughest. My euphoric feeling is still there, but I start to concentrate my breathing, calming down enough to think. I had to be careful with these two, they were smarter than the scarecrows, and they seem to think that I had figured out. The song turned into 'Bounce', I just had to smile at the lyrics, and hey why not something nice before you has might die. Wait, stop doesn't think like that idiot.
Wolf one was growling something in between the snarls, its body was poised low to the ground, bearing its teeth at me in a snarl, ready to attack. Wolf two was now getting into a fighting position; its eyes were on me as it growled out some more at wolf two. Hmm, so wolf two is boss huh, that means that wolf one was low dog, so to speak. I look at them as I get back into a fighting stance, arms and legs loose, ready to fight for my life.
With speed and agility that went beyond that of the scarecrows, wolf one leaped forward, its mouth open, teeth glistening, while wolf two barked something at it. I had time to swing my left baton, and think "Oh SHIT!"
The wolf somehow simply swerved down and landed on the ground, it then took a swipe at my arm with its claws, wait what the fuck! The claws extended out from its paws and scratched me from the base of my shoulder down to my left wrist. I let out a cry of pain as I step back, weakly pulling my arm towards me. It had three claw marks running on the bottom of it, and god it hurt to move it, the blood seeped onto my gray t-shirt. I experimentally shifted my fingers, I gritted in pain and let out a small cry of anguish, I could move my fingers and arm, and it just hurt like hell.
Wolf two let out a sound that was probably a laugh at my sake, on its maw was a sneer that showed off its teeth, can wolves sneer? Or was it just a demon thing? Never mind that now.
I felt anger boiling up; a strong urge to run at it and give it my best shot came over me. I quickly squashed it, if I did something as stupid as that I would surely be dead, had to think, had to think. Then a brilliantly stupid idea came into my head, I could get me killed, or at least leave me armless for the other wolf, either way I had to try, 'die trying' and all that bullshit that they say.
"Yeah keep laughing bitch, right up till I skin you and cook you up in stir fry." I growl at it. (Okay author's note, I am sorry if that remark offended anyone, just fit with the taunt.)
Wolf one and two let out a snarl, and then two growled something at one, who then looked at me and licked its teeth. Oh shit, great move dumbass.
Wolf one let out a howl and charged at me again with its speed, I had enough time to put up my left arm in defense, right as the wolf sunk its two front canines into my wrist and the middle of my hand. "FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!" I scream, dropping the asp from my left hand, I could see that the teeth had gone all the way through and out the other side, I could feel its other teeth digging into my flesh of my hand. It growled in frustration and started to shake its head, I screamed more obscenities at it, I could feel things tearing and my bones were grating against the bitches teeth. It started to scratch at me with its claws, it tore into my chest and slashed across my stomach, causing the shirt to be torn to ribbons and leaving red trail marks on my chest.
Letting out another cry of pain I push my left hand forward, again screaming in pain as I pushed the demon away from me. I pull up my right knee and kneed it straight in its rib cage with all the strength I could muster. "LET ME GO YOU BITCH!" I screamed at it as my knee connected with its ribs, I could hear a crunching noise, though I couldn't tell if it was the demons ribs or my knee. Fuck it, as long as I could get this bitch off of me. I screamed at it more, emphasizing them all with more knees to its ribs, a few times she scratched my leg in the process. But every time I hit it, a satisfying crunch or snapping noise came from it.
Its grip on my hand was weakening, as well as its efforts to shake its head back and forth; it was even starting to yelp in pain, though muffled through my flesh. Now was the time to finish it. I gritted past the pain, though by this time it was numb, and pulled my arm closer to me, along with the demon wolf attached. Letting out a war cry I started to bring down the butt of my right asp onto its snout and eyes. The asp was pointed at the end so it did some damage. Its teeth were getting pounded into my hand, but it pulled it back up every time. Blood was pouring and spraying everywhere, most of it mines.
I aimed for one of its eyes with the asp, it connected and blood splurted out from its socket. That was the miracle shot that made it let go of my hand, it pulled out with a sickening shlick and started to rub its eye with its paw. I stepped back, breathing heavily with my arm dangling useless to my side, bleeding like crazy. I couldn't feel anything in my left arm, shit, but right now I didn't care, I wanted to kill this damn wolf I would do anything to accomplish that task.
I sucked in a big breath and let loose a loud wordless cry, I then ran forward and raised my right leg attempting to kick it in the ribs one last time. It connected with an even louder crunching noise than the other blows. I smile at this, knowing that I had gone past the point of sanity; I was insane with rage, with the hunger to see the demon die painfully.
The wolf let out a yelp of pain as it went flying up then came crashing back down, landing on its stomach, all four legs spread outward. It was breathing heavily and I could see that it was choking on blood from when it coughed it up. I smile my biggest smile, a heat washed over me; I then went towards the wolf, smiling the entire time.
The wolf looked at me, for the first time fear reflected in its eyes, I could see my face in the reflection of its eyes, and god I looked so horrible. I sneer at it as I raise my right foot over its head, "Good bye Fido." I say as I bring down my foot on top of its skull, cries of pain escaped from it as a wet sickening crunch came from it. Its cries fueled my bloodlust even more, I pulled up my foot a second time, and I then brought it back down a second time.
I repeated that process again, and again, and again, and again so many time that I lost count. I didn't even stop when its cries of pain had stopped and it stopped squirming. I was enjoying the sound of the wet crunches that I received after every action. I finally stopped after I ran out of breath, I was gasping for air as I saw the reality of the horror that I had committed.
The demons head was barely anything but a blood stain on the dirt, I could see its brains and blood everywhere, and I could even feel some of the flesh drip off the bottom of my boot. Oh god, what have I done, the feeling of bile came to my mouth. I almost lose lunch over the horrible act but I swallow it back down.
A very loud cry of anger came from behind me, "fuck me" I say as I turn on my heel and bring my still working right arm up with the turn. The asp smashes into wolf two's side, a loud snap came from its shoulder as it was knocked away from me, its jaws still snapping at me in anger. Were the hell was I getting this strength.
The wolf stood up shakily on its legs, almost tumbling over in the process. I feel something dark and menacing coming from it, I back up from it.
It sets its eyes on me, a loud growl coming from its throat, saliva dripping from its canines. Suddenly its fur started to come alive, the shadows around it were moving towards it forming a pool at its feet. Is it just me or did it suddenly get darker?
My inner voice was screaming to turn tail and run, and damn did it sound like a good idea. The wolves started to cry out, the shadows around its feet started to crawl its way up its legs. I had the mental image of the venom suit from spider man 3 as it made the journey up the wolf's legs.
The sound of bones snapping filled the air, as I saw before me, the wolf started to grow bigger, wait shit, and it started to lean backwards, its fur was receding slightly into its skin. Oh holy shit it's a werewolf, run, RUN! RUN! My mind screamed at me, but my body wouldn't let me, I was mesmerized at the sight of its transformation. Feeling started to creep up my arm, all of it was pain, my vision blurred and I started to sway, oh triple shit.
The wolf was now standing on two legs; its tail was longer as was its claws. Its fur was lighter around its chest area, showing a muscular outline on its semi human body. It looked at me with more human red eyes and snarled. At this point my body started to listen to my mind and I turned and started to limply run away.
The Wolman let out a snarl and it was in front of me in a blur of black faster than I could see. I swung my right are without thinking, just relaying on pure instinct. The wolfman caught my wrist as if I was trying to swat at him lazily. He snarled at me and squeezed my wrist, I heard as well as felt something snap, with a gasping scream of pain my hand fell limply, dropping the only weapon I had left.
"You killed my MATE!" the wolfman screamed the last part at me in a raspy voice; it sounded like that of a pack a day smoker after 20 years. I tried to rise up my leg to knee him, but he was too fast. Before I could realize what was happening, I was staring up at the wolfman as he straddled my waste. Wait when did I wind up on my back?
"She may have been created with me, but she was all I HAD!" he screamed into my face again. He emphasized his sentence by holding up my right arm, nearly jerking it out of socket. He then put the tip of three of his clawed fingers at the base of my shoulder. Oh god, he was going to mimic what the other one had done to my left arm.
"No please!" I protested weakly, but he then dragged his claws upward to my wrist, deeper than what the female had done. I felt nothing at first, then a massive wave of pain shoot to my brain, causing me to scream another round of wordless cries of pain. I start to black out a little, the darkness clouding the edges of my eyes.
"You're not getting off that easy, HUMAN" he yelled, and then punched me in the face; I saw stars and my vision went white for a few seconds. I could taste a coppery liquid in my mouth; I knew it well enough from other events in my life to know that it was blood.
I let out a cough of blood, a tooth rattled in its place. I look up him in sheer terror; he just smirked at me and revealed a row of shark like teeth. He leans down at me, my right arm still in his hands, bleeding down to the ground, making a plip noise as it hit the ground.
"I'm going to make your suffer first." He says, his mouth next to my ear, I whimper in fear of him. "Then I will take you in the place of her, and I will enjoy making your life a living Hell." He whispered harshly. My eyes go wide with fear, oh god this is my worst nightmare, Alma, Dante, hell Vergil, someone HELP ME!
He leans back and pulls on my arm again, bringing my hand and wrist up to his mouth. No! NO! NO! "STOP!" I shriek as he bites down in the exact spot that his former mate had done to my other hand. I scream again, my voice going hoarse with pain. He then bites down harder into my hand, crushing and breaking the bones in it. I scream harder and louder, I scream and scream until I couldn't scream any more, then I screamed more.
"ADRIAN!" I hear a familiar voice yell out. Oh god its Alma, tears of joy fill my already crying eyes as I lean my head over to see her familiar black outfit running out of the entrance tunnel to Ferrum hills. Yes, yes she was coming to save me; I though as I felt the wolfman let go of my wrist. I see a crowd of white behind her, oh god she brought reinforcements with her. Thank you, thank you so much. I'm not going to die, I'm not going to die, and I'm not-
Then the wolfman bite down on my throat, waves of pain flood my mind, the blackness coming back into the edges of my eyes the same time that I feel nothing but blood in my mouth.
"ADRIAN!" I hear Alma shout faintly, and then followed by the sound of something slicing through material. I barely recognize the lost of the teeth in my throat; he had taken my throat with him as Alma had kicked him off of me after killing him by cutting him in two.
The blackness invades my mind and sight, it brings along a feeling of comforting numbness that I welcome warmly. Though I hear a faint voice in the back of my mind, it sounded like my Grandma Florence, I could barely make out that she was yelling at me. "That's what you get for lying you devil's bastard child." Is what I got. With the last bit of might I could muster up I think "Go fuck yourself you damned bitch. Then I fall into a sea of blackness, letting it envelope me, sighing as the feelings of pain washed away. I close my eyes and drift away.
Alucardismaster: well that was a terrible chapter to write, I can't believe that I wrote- *whack* oww son of a bitch, who the fuck did Th- *Whack* (knocks him to the floor.) *looks up at person responsible* but your?
Adrian Black: I'm what you asshole? *Whacks him again* I can't believe you wrote this piece of shit. *Whack* you turn me into some animal abusing sadistic asshole! *whack, whack, whack*
Alucardismaster: *on knees with arms held up* I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just write it as it go- *Gets kicked in the gut* *Goes flying away*
Adrian: and then you have the balls to kill me off! *Whacks again*
Alucardismaster: but I didn't kill you, I'm going to continue on, I promise. *Stand up and stares*
Adrian: You have two seconds. *Death glares and hold up two fingers*
Alucardismaster: gulp *runs off into the distance*
Adrian: *turns to readers* sorry but the author cannot be reached at the moment, on the count that I'm beating the shit out of him. Please leave comments and reviews at the sound of screams of pain. *runs off after author* Get back here you fucking piece of shit!
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