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5- Cold

Vergil shivered softly as he awoke in a small cell, cold wind-blown air seeping in through cracks and lightly grated windows. The stone of the floor was nearly unbearable as he shifted softly, wincing as he pulled at his countless injuries.

How had he gotten here? Why he was here was probably the better question. He shifted again, laying his lanky form out so he could fully asses his situation. He was covered from head to toe in countless bruises and cuts, some deeper than others. Below his ribs was gash that spanned his entire width, but it only oozed small droplets down his stomach.

As he he drew his knees to his chest, he couldn't stop the shiver that racked his frame. Why was it so cold? Was probably the best question of all.

6- Caffeine

"Who in their right mind gave the child seven cokes!? Speak now or I'll beat all of you into the next millennium!" Trish stood at the top of the stairs, screaming like a mad banshee while Nero, Dante, Lady, Enzo and Morrison sat rigidly downstairs. Patty was running around the office wildly.

And singing. Quite horribly, they might've added. But the way Trish was glaring at them told them it was probably better just to keep their mouths shut and hope someone came clean in the next five seconds. Or that they all had really good doctors.

By the glare she sent them all, it was the latter.

7- Puppies

"But we have to! We can't just put them back outside!" Patty said, glaring at Dante and Nero, who were lounging against the couch, one scowling, the other grimacing at the soggy box(and just as soggy contents) that tumbled around on the floor. "Patty we have no room to keep five puppies until someone takes 'em. And you know that."

She simply glared at the two half demons before sitting on the ground, happily cuddling the pups as they tumbled into her lap and promptly fell asleep. All except one. Nero looked down to see the little pup tugging at his jean hem, mock growling as he teared away at his "foe". He bent down and picked the pup up, noticing how silky the black and white fur was, how bright and alert the green eyes were. "They are kinda cute..."

"Not you too Nero!!" Dante shouted as Patty cackled from her place on the floor.

8- Terror

Vergil flinched as the heavy door of his cell was flung open and he could hear the thumping of many boots on the stone floors. He wondered vaguely why they brought so many reinforcements. But really he knew. Since they had first tried to take him into The Room to torture(they called it experimenting) him, he'd fought them with everything they had. But, according to the scientists, that had been nearly a year ago.

And really he didn't want to fight anymore. The injuries he had come in with had multiplied and he hurt so much, it pained him to open his eyes. And if he told the truth. He was frightened. He'd even go as far as to say terrified. Just when he thought there was no other way that they could hurt him, they came up with some new sadistic way to push him over the edge.

He heard a rattle as the chains around his wrists were released and he was picked up under his arms and brought to level with the head scientist. He hooked a finger under Vergil's chin, smiling at the frightened shudder that ran through his subject and the terror that danced in otherwise lifeless blue eyes.

"Finally." He hissed, delighting as his subject began tremble violently.

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Wolfe: End of this installment! More coming soon!