I do not own Devil May Cry, its characters, Hollywood Undead or its song "Pain."
Nero felt a heavy weight of despair in his gut, and the bony fingers of fear tickling the inside of his chest. Swallowing against the lump in his throat, the teens eyes darted for a way of escape. His instincts were screaming at him to run, just run and get away. He stumbled backwards a few steps before falling and colliding into a solid chest. He panicked and flailed out wildly. After a few seconds, the adrenaline had faded enough for him to regain enough sense to push himself off and whip around.
He couldn't help the bewilderment that spread across his face when his gaze met an equally dazzling turquoise. Nero swore his heart stopped when his eyes found the other's white hair that mirrored his own.
Like me. He's just like me.
The teen gaped at the gangster in front of him, unable to form words.
"Hey, kid, what're you doing here?"
After a pause, he repeated himself, "What are you doin' here?"
Nero hesitated, "I... I'm just trying to get home."
The goon grinned, almost sadistically. "Really? Just trying to get home? What kind of pathetic excuse is that?" Suddenly, his demeanor 360'd, the forced smile falling from his lips, leaving his words ground out and full of venom. "You're one of them, huh? You workin' with the Angels? Some sort of spy?"
Once again the highschooler felt fear flare in his abdomen. "N-No! I have no idea what the Hell you're talking about!"
"That's just what they told you to say, right? Told ya' to put on some red and just come dancin' into our territory? It's not gonna be that easy, I'll make sure it's not."
Nero swallowed.
"Well, I hope they weren't expecting you back, kid."
The highschooler took a quick step back, "What...?"
The taller only shot him that maniac grin before turning on his heel. He took a couple slow steps forward, lifting a hand and snapping his fingers. In an instant, the gang members behind the teenager grabbed his arms, twisting them being his back. He squeaked in surprise, "Wh-What the Hell?"
He heard the white-haired young man laugh coldly, "C'mon, boys."
Nero's panic was alight yet again. He made a violent attempt to struggle out of the grasp the gangsters had on him. "Let me go! You don't understand, I have no idea what you're talking about! I'm just trying to get home!"
Once they had reached the "head quarters" for the Devils, Nero was roughly dropped into a decrepit wooden chair, and hastily tied to it. That's when the "interrogation" began. The blue-eyed gang banger crouched in front of the high schooler, eyes narrowed with suspicion.
"So, what did they need you to check up on, kid?"
Nero glanced at the gangsters crowded around, attempting to dismiss the idle mumbling before setting his gaze back on the member before him. "No one sent me anywhere."
"Why do ya' insist on lyin' to me? You're not goin' nowhere, so just give up on it."
"I swear to God, I'm not! Why don't you just believe me and let me go?"
The squatting teen rubbed at his eyes. "Look, kiddo, I know you wanna cover yourself up, but it jus' ain't workin' out for ya'."
The teen closed his eyes.
Why does everything have to be so difficult?
He swallowed against his rebelling stomach, trying his hardest to ignore the disgusting remarks a group from the corner were spouting. Focusing his glare back on the gang member, he desperately tried to block out the horrid comments of what an "easy lay" he probably was, or the callings of "pretty boy" and "baby-face."
"I'm not a member of some gang. I'm not interested in whatever you all do. I'm just a goddamned high school student, why can't-"
In a bout of frustration the elder stood and thrust a handgun -a black pistol- into the teen's mouth, "Wanna spill now, kiddo?"
Nero's eyes widened to the point that it almost hurt. He tried to retort, but only muffled gibberish spilled from around the barrel. Glancing up revealed the member was ready to shoot, his finger placed precariously on the trigger. The sixteen year old tensed, fearing for his mortality, and clamped his watery azure orbs shut, mainly in a vain attempt to control his tears. Oh, shit.
After a few intense moments, the weapon was pulled away, leaving the high schooler open-mouthed and panting lightly. Nero forced himself to look, only to find that the gangsters cocky poise had returned. He was crouching again, but this time that accursed firearm was in hand.
"Do you even know who I am?" Silence greeted the elder's question, and he took the vacancy as a "no."
"Well then, I'm the all-powerful leader of the- one and only- Devils, kid. Name's Dante."
Nero froze, taken aback. You mean this douche is a frickin' gang leader? No way. No. Way.
"So..." The Devil- Dante started, "You gonna be fair and tell me yours?"
Nero sputtered, more intimidated than ever, "N-Not a chance in Hell!"
The elder huffed and got to his feet, ordering a near by gang member to untie the traumatized teenager.
After being freed, Nero sat awkwardly, completely unsure of what to do. He rubbed idly at his nose before slowly rising, rubbing at his wrists. "So," The thigh school student began, looking hopefully, "can I leave now?"
The gang leader barked out a laugh, "Hell no, kid! You're pretty feisty, so I thought it'd be good to keep ya' around."
Nero felt something in his chest flutter; whether it was emotions or his heart, he wasn't entirely positive. Please, God, let him be joking. Please let him be. Please!
Smirking, Dante lowly explained, "Y'know kid. Joining a gang-"
"I'm not joining anything!"
"-comes at a price. Actually, now that I get a good look at you, you're kinda cute..."
Nero flushed, trying to repress the urge to wipe at his nose in anxious embarrassment.
"So I guess I'll give you a treat. What'd ya' think about that, huh?" Dante sauntered closer to his victim, "Just to let you know, I don't do this for every one. I'm just treating ya' 'cause of your nice face."
"What? What the hell's that supposed to mean?" Genuine confusion spread across Nero's features.
The gang leader shook his head, grinning, "Well, kid, you'll find out in a minute..."
It was the mock seductiveness dripping from the nineteen year-old's words that caused what he was implying to click in the high schooler's mind. "You're sick..."
His grin grew wider.
"You're sick. You are so sick!"
The elder slowly unzipped his pants, chuckling darkly. A single, frantic thought buzzed through the teen's distressed mind.
I wanna go home.
A/N: I'll try to be updating every other Thursday, this chapter; however, was finished a day early! Yay! :D
Uhm, let's see, sorry if you're not a fan of face-rape lime-thingies... It just kinda happened... so... yeah. (I also heard online that those kinda things can happen in gang initiations... apparently. /)
There was something else I was wanting to put here. Let's see... Well, thanks for Madeline for sitting through another chappy with me, and helping edit it! LOVE YOU, MY FRIEND! 3
Oh, and I don't know much on gangs AT ALL. :\ Bare with me a bit longer, as I'm still doing more research!
Oh! Another thing, while fixing this chapter, Madeline and I got to talking about Dante's treat for Nero. She said, "I'd know instantaniously that he'd rape me." I said that I'd expect them to make brownies for me. "Oh boy! Is it brownies?" :'D
Thanks so much for reading! Please review! :3