Chapter three of Boys On The Run. Have fun!

(P.S. I improvised a lot in the last chapter. But it seems it turned out to be pretty good. I'm still waiting for flamers to show up so I can give them a piece of my mind. But still, if you want to flame my fanfics, don't read them at all. Save me the grief of having to go through a depression of being verbally abused for creating "sucky fanfics". I do have feelings you know. I AM human.)

(P.S.S. For all you positive reviewers, I thank you. You guys boost my spirits every time I read your reviews. I am truly thankful. Thanks guys.)

Also, this chapter contains a good bit of angst. It explains MY version of the night Mundus killed Eva and "supposedly" Vergil. Sorry if its short again...I just can't seem to write long chapters. I'll continue trying though.

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Sam stared at the thing then shifted his view to Dante; who was gasping and wincing in pain. Though, despite his agony, Dante still stood up and stared down at himself. Blood coated his dirty white tank top and his dark red leather pants. He chuckled, blood still trickling out of his mouth.

"Still alive bitches! You think just stabbing me will-"

His vision suddenly got blurry, then he felt the impact of his head smacking against the ground. The last thing he heard was a lot of people shouting; mainly orders of some kind. Then, nothing.

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~Dreamscape~

Dante watched his younger self sit in a closet; whimpering in fear. Everything was dark except for the dim match he lit. The screams of his mother and brother had ceased, and all was quiet. He debated whether it was safe to got out, but he soon decided to do so. He hesitantly reached for the door knob and slowly opened the door. Everything was as dark as night, but Dante still proceeded on. Fear for the worst had crept up in his throat hours ago.

"Mom? Vergil?" He called out feebly.

He waited for a response but none came. The silence was unbearable. All he wanted was to know if his mother or even his brother was alive or not. He walked through his trashed house; stepping on broken glass and wooden shards from the walls and front door. He disregarded the pain shooting through his bare feet and proceeded on.

There was nothing left to the front door when he reached it finally. From there, he proceeded to the garden. The darkness disabled him to see, until he kicked something hard. He bent down to pick it up.

'A flashlight?' he thought, daring not to make a sound.

He pressed the power button, but nothing happened. He got aggravated with it and smacked it against his palm, which made it turn on. The light wasn't very bright, but it wasn't at all dark neither. He proceeded through the garden.

He stopped suddenly. "M-m-mom?" He managed out.

He quickly ran to her side. He shook her to make her wake up, but she was no longer living. Dante felt the warm tears stream down his face, which he quickly wiped away. He shook his mother again, just to see if she'd respond.

Yet, his attempts were futile. She didn't respond.

Anger and hate replaced the fear in his heart. He let out an angered yell and pounded the ground with his fist. "I swear…" he spoke, his voice shaking with sheer anger. "I swear…On my life, my mother's AND my brother's…That I, Dante, a Son of Sparda, will get my revenge on the WHOLE demon world! You hear me? The WHOLE FUCKNG DEMON WORLD!"

A wicked laugh sounded, and Dante looked up. Three large bright red orbs circled each other in the sky. (Think of the scene where Mundus kills Griffon in the first Devil May Cry.) Anger flushed through Dante once more, so he let out a powerful scream, "MUUUUUUUUNNNNDUUUUUUUSSSSS!"

'Try your best, little boy. You will fail…' Mundus spoke.

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I tried to hide myself after suffering that kind of pain. I mean, what would you do if you stood by and waited until the only family you ever had died right in front you, and there was nothing you could do? I was too scared to exit the closet. Too scared to move...Yet, Father had always taught us not to be afraid.

Days after that, I figured dying my hair from white to black would conceal my identity from the demons.

Perhaps I feared them…?

No, I hated them…

AND feared them….

My God mom, I'm such a coward…

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Dante opened his eyes groggily. He tried to move his fingers, but only felt them twitch. He lifted his head and looked at his forearms. "What the hell?"

He reached over to pull out the IV and tossed it aside. "Damn hospitals…"

He sat up and took off all the sensors on his forehead. He then ruffled his hair and crawled out of the bed. He looked down at himself and sighed. "Too breezy…"

He looked around, finally noticing his surrounding. But to his dismay, he wasn't in a hospital at all. "Oh hell…A military base…"

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YAY! CHAPTER THREE DONE! THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING SO POSITIVELY! The reason why he fainted will be explained in th next chapter :D