A/N: This story well take place during DMC 5, the new game where every Devil May Cry fan is debating about Dante's looks. Well you know what. I don't care. It's Dante, I still love him no matter what. AND if you're all judging him because he doesn't have white hair...look again! Here's Chapter two. Dante will officially have scenes in the next one. I promise.


When they had brought him in here, it was on my birthday. But can I tell when it feels like one single day for all eternity (really, it really feels like one whole day that never ends)? Because my lovely parents and my eleven year old brother only come to visit on my birthday. Not Christmas, not Easter, not even Thanksgiving (fyi Thanksgiving is the only holiday that this place doesn't give out crappy food...maybe they have a heart. HA! Yeah...Right). And every year, my father asks me the same question and I give him the same fucking answer.

Question: "How have they been treating you?"

My fucked up answer: "Are you kidding me? ITS FUCKING THE SAME ANSWER AS LAST YEAR! They treat everyone like piece of shit!"

And that usually costs me a low shock...but its so low that I don't really feel it.

I don't want to see my parents, ever since they put me in this hell hole. But do I have a choice? No. The doctors have to get two tough guys to drag me out to the Visiting Wing, kicking and screaming. This time I didn't do too much kicking and screaming, one guy just picked me up and I just woke up there with my parents faces when my eyes opened. Not a pretty sight.

"Now, Camael..."

"No. That's not my name..." I mumbled. Yeah it was my name, but I didn't like it, since everyone mispronounced it and new docs kept thinking that I was a boy.

"Excuse me?"

"That's not my name. My name's Cammie..."

My parents exchanged looks, while my brother just looked at me with his lightning blue eyes.

"Okay Cammie..." My father started. "So listen...if you behave nice this year...we can take you out of this facility...even..even."

Ha. He couldn't say the words... "What? Because I'm different? No. If you won't accept the fact that I'm different, and have the power to put people in flames. I'd rather stay here." What the hell was I saying? I could attempt to behave for a year and get out of this place, but no. My mouth sad other wise.

My mother was about to say something, but was cut off when two of the tough men came through the Visitor Wing's main doors, dragging a bruised, bloody, boy, with black hair and some white in the back. He groaned.

My eyes followed him. Through the doors to the main facility. My mother eye's widened and she looked at my father.

"Don't worry dear, he was just trying to escape..." Wrong. That boy was never here before. Trust me, one would know who's alive, and dead for being here for so long.

"Why do you wear that?" My brother asked out of the blue.

"Huh?" He pointed to my clothes which consisted of a mini skirt that went to my knees, a tattered red shirt, exposing some of my bruises. High convers that went a little below my knee. And my hair was up into pigtails, and were big and fluffy. "Oh...umm...the doctor who dressed me up...chose these." It was true, Mimi, the lady in charge of dressing me, made me where this. I felt like a rag doll every time she dresses me.

"Excuse me..." Doctor Sanders said coming through the doors. "But it's time for Camael's physical exam..."

"Oh...okay..." My mother said getting up and taking my brother's hand. "Bye...Cammie...Come on Josh."

"By sweet heart." My father kissed my cheek, or at least attempted to.

"Bye sissy!" Joshua said.

"Bye."

They left and just left me and Dr. Sanders.

"Cammie..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Same room right?"

"Yes."

I walked slowly to room C-421 for my "physical exam". When there, they ripped my clothes off of me, and put me in a gown, and chained me to cuffs that were attached to the ceilings. There I waited not so patiently for one of the doctors to come in and get it over with. But instead the following turned out me about to commit murder. Fun isn't?

Doctor Lee Johnson from one of the other labs in this place came in with a smile. He never usually did my "physical exam". He wasn't even wearing those doctor's gloves. He walked over, and moved some of my long hair (I've never cut it since I got here, so it's pretty long) away from my face.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked with a stern face.

His hands moved down my body, sending chills down my spine. "What do you think Cammie?"

He stuck his hand where he wasn't supposed to, making me gasp. "How does that feel?" He took his hand out and licked them. I felt like I was going to puke. He put his mouth over mine, forcing his tongue to enter my mouth. I kneed him and he backed off.

"You little bitch!" This is where everything turned topysturvey. He came towards me, I grabbed the chain and jumped up, and put my feet on the side of his head. And...

CRACK!

I let go, and his body dropped to floor, lifelessly. I put my legs down, and kicked him. Somebody in security saw what happened, because doctors and tough men came in and were talking amongst themselves. A doctor unchained me and made me go outside, I did willingly. I walked down the hallway to C666. There I saw him, chained up like I was. His lip was bleeding, and dripped to the disgusting tile. He looked up, and met my sorrowful eyes, then he met my feared eyes.

All of a sudden this long high shock came through my nerves, making me scream and fall to the ground. I began to cry. I hated this place. I needed to get out. I needed to free him.

Why? A cutie like him doesn't deserve to be in a place like this...plus...he looks very dangerous...and dangerous...is very very good.


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