The Last Night
Disclaimer- I do not own Devil May Cry of its characters. I do own any characters that are not in the games, or anime.
A/N- I can't remember the real name of Patty's mom, so I decided to name her Sylvia.
Chapter 2
Patty's heart beat slowed. The instant she saw her mother, her heart stopped for a brief moment. Sylvia was lying perfectly still on the floor in a pile of her own blood.
A Grohmann kitchen knife was sticking out from the side of her head, and there was a hole the size of a nickel in her stomach. Her face was frozen in horror and her skin was ghostly pale.
Patty looked into her mother's lifeless blue eyes. She slowly walked towards her mother's lifeless body. Each step she took, happy memories flooded through her mind.
"No!" she cried, dropping to her knees and embracing the corpse. Blood began to soak her clothes, but she didn't care. "I'm sorry mother." Patty ran her hand through Sylvia's bloody smooth blond hair and burst into quiet sobs.
"Patty....." an eerie voice whispered. She heard footsteps coming from the hallway. She wiped the tears away from her eyes and loooked up to see Marcus stalking towards her.
He had a crazy look in his eyes and a sinister smile on his face. "Why Marcus?" she asked.
"Your mother asked for it."
Patty growled at his response. She pulled the knife out of her mother's head and lunged at him. Marcus punched her hard in the face and knocked the knife out of her grasp.
She gasped as he wrapped his hands around her throat and pushed her into the wall.
Patty gagged and gasped for breath as Marcus tightened his grip. She began to see black spots. Marcus laughed evily. Patty saw the end of the gun sticking out of Marcus's front pocket. She desperately reached for it. Just a few inches more, she thought.
Marcus turned, his grip loosening, as the front door burst open. Patty quickly kicked Marcus in the groin and punched him hard in the face. She took a deep breath and coughed as Marcus stumbled back.
"Hey gramps!" A tall young boy, who appeared to be 17, jumped into the scene. "I've been looking for you, you disgusting bastard!" He pulled out a black handgun from his black-leather jacket.
They boy's clothing was covered in blood and his glare looked menacing. His piercing blue eyes illuminated his pale skin. And his black silky hair tainted by blood gave him a dangerous sense of sexiness.
"You killed her! You killed her you bastard!" he screamed. "Why would you do something so damn senseless!''
Marcus, who was kneeling in front of Patty with his hands between his legs, looked up to see the gun pointed right at his head. The boy smiled. "This is for my sister."
Patty shrieked as the boy pulled the trigger. She felt the warm blood splash onto her face as the body fell forward. She gazed upon the two bodies and sank to the floor.
Her heart was pounding wildly against her chest and she was shaking violently. The boy looked at her. "Sorry you had to see that, but he had it coming."
Patty placed her head between her knees and took quick rapid breaths. She could still feel the boy's gaze on her. "You gonna be ok?" the boy asked, sounding worried. Patty nodded and looked at him. "Thank you."
They boy shrugged. "No need to thank me. That fat bastard deserved it." He wiped some blood off from his face. Patty slowly stood up and leaned against the wall.
She sighed, happy that Marcus was dead and sad about her mother. "My ride should be arriving soon" the boy muttered. Walking away from the mess he had made, the thoughts of murder would come to him. He licked his dry lips as he waited.
"What's your name?" Patty asked. The boy was quiet for a while and then answered, "Ulysess." Patty smiled. "I'm Patty." An akward silence rose over them. The ground rumbled lightly. Patty could hear heavy breathing and panting outside.
"Right on time" the boy said. Patty followed the boy outside.
She screamed as she set eyes on a big black beast. Its dark fur shined brightly in the moonlight. It had dark scarlet red eyes and pointy ears. Sharp pointy teeth and a bushy tail. It looked like an over sized wolf.
Her screams were cut short as Ulysses covered her mouth with his bloody hand. "It's alright, he won't hurt you unless I tell him to" he whispered into her ear.
Ulysses removed his hand and climbed on the beast. Patty immediately spat out the blood that had flowed into her mouth. The boy chuckled and gripped the rope that was around the beast's neck. "See ya."
Those were the last words he spoke. Patty watched as the boy rode off. Distant sirens could be heard, follwed by flashes of red and blue. Patty cursed and ran into the house.
She quickly washed off the blood from her face in the bathroom and trotted to her room. She changed into a tight black blouse and loose jeans. She slipped on her black sneakers and stuffed her backpack with clothes.
She walked to her dresser, opened the bottom drawer, grabbed all the money she had, and stuffed it into the bag. "Twenty bucks should get me through the week."
I'm not taking the chance of getting caught by the cops and taken to jail. Even if I don't go to jail I'll probably be sent back to the orphanage. There's no way anyone's going to believe that a boy, who rides on a large wolf, killed Marcus and then rode off, she thought as she slipped on a black sweater, two sizes bigger.
Patty grabbed the bag and slung it over her shoulder. She jumped out the window, landed on both knees, groaned as pain shot up and down her legs, and hid in the bushes as two patrol cars arrived.
Four cops walked into the house. "Good God, what the hell happened here?"
Patty sighed and ran into the darkness.
A/N- Please review and tell me what you think!! This story was inspired by skillet's song, the last night.