Author's note: Phew, dear god…it's been so long since Jill and I were able to continue on with this story. So sorry for the wait, there's been a lot of work put into this chapter and it will show. I personally like this chapter a lot more then the third, and I think you all will too! Trust me, I fell in love with this whilst writing Vergil's part especially further into it against Nemesis. Well him playing the unwilling bitter hero! Well here is, I'd like to thank Jilly-bean for helping me write this story out. Oh and before I forget I don't own Capcom which automatically states I don't own Resident Evil or Devil May Cry. Now let us get to what we are all here for…and that's chapter fucking four bitches!
"Huuuraaaaaaaaaaaaghhhh!!"
Was Vergil's battle cry as he charged in head first to engage the large behemoth known as, Nemesis. As he ran with Yamato in hand he had unsheathed it, now holding his sheathe in one hand and the blade in the other. The beast let out a loud primal roar, flailing it's arms about while doing so. Seeing that the Azure coated fellow was charging right at him it had sent out a large haymaker towards the Dark Slayer's direction, a small smirk was noticed upon the lips of Vergil as he leaped in a corkscrew like jump making him narrowly flipping over the punch. In mid-air Vergil had used the sheathe in his left hand to smack the fist down, hard. A grunt was heard from the beast but that wasn't all. The next attack would be Yamato being swung towards the back of Nemesis's head, if it would connect the force that Vergil put in his slash would be more then strong enough to cut it's head off.
"Scum!" He scowled as the blade connected with it, it did indeed cut but there was something wrong. Very wrong, the blade had cut into the back of Nemesis's head but it had gotten stuck in the wound. Noticing that it didn't even cut deep into him, 'What the?! Th-that's impossible! I targeted it's head! Just like all the other creatures I have overcome here it should be dead!!' The Dark Slayer thought as he now landed on Nemesis's back, trying to pull free from the head's grip on the sword. It wasn't budging at all, the sword was stuck in it's head. As he continued to pull the beast had roared loudly as he tried, Vergil looked up due to the loudness of it's voice only to stare at Nemesis looking right back at him with it's white eye. It tried to throw a backhand at Vergil as he attempted to pry his sword out of him, which finally proved successful. The split-second he pulled the sword out of it's head he teleported off of his back and reappeared a couple of feet behind him.
His sword was stained with a purple liquid, looking down at the blood then back at the beast as it had now started to stalk him slowly. Vergil gritted his teeth as he now needed a strategy, quickly! Now with Nemesis losing it's patience it started to run at him, he thought the beast would be slow due to it being huge and bulky. So he got into stance and began to prepare for a Judgment cut, a big mistake for the Dark Slayer because right when he was about to sheathe and unsheathe the sword; before he can even take it back out Nemesis was already in front of him and threw a large punch at him once again. Vergil's eyes widened at the speed the monster clearly displayed despite it's huge mass, not reacting fast enough he had took the punch to the face. His head jerking to the side from the force of the punch with of course a crimson liquid spewing out of his mouth, usually someone at Vergil's size compared to this monster who had taken a punch from this beast would now either be dead, sent flying, etc. But due to the Dark Slayer being a half-breed the amount of damage he can take would be pretty high, but that doesn't mean it won't hurt him.
A bruise formed on his cheek from the large fist's attack upon him, glaring up at him with a tiny line of blood dripping from his lip he'd swing his sheathe upwards to smack Nemesis on the chin. From the demonic force he put into that bludgeoning sheathe attack the blow itself made even Nemesis itself throw it's head back from the force of the hit, immediately after striking it back Vergil would throw a hard right hook towards Nemesis's exposed muscled jaw; giving him a crushing blow making the monster's head sway to the side in a appearance of pain. Now having an opening he'd swing his body around and throw a shuffle side kick to Nemesis's chest pushing the large behemoth back a bit. A groan of pain was heard from Nemesis as it rubbed it's chest, Vergil would step back a bit and rub the blood off of his lip and spit the excess blood out. The bruise and cut on the Dark Slayer's lip was healing very efficiently, now vanished he'd cock his head to the side and get into stance ready for him. Nemesis after rubbing it's chest he'd stand right back up and roar out loudly again, almost like he was mocking the half-breed.
A confused look would drape the face of the Dark Slayer as all those blows before hadn't even slowed the creature down. Nemesis had done his research on him now it was his turn, he'd now use his demonic senses to see into Nemesis. Check his power, abilities, everything that he'd usually do on a demon or foe that he didn't discover during battle. What he found, was nothing.
'What? How can this be? What is this creature?! How can there by no info, no soul, no spirit, no nothing?! WHAT IS THIS THING?!' thought Vergil, slowly succumbing to his rage he'd now rush at Nemesis once again. Yamato fully unsheathe, sheathe at his waist. Now about to engage in a full on assault on the beast, maybe that will change something. Maybe cutting him down to sheds will do something.
Now in front of him he'd begin endlessly slashing him, targeting all nine fundamental targets of swordsmanship. And nothing, every slash or stab would prove worthless as Nemesis just stood there taking those slashes.
Vergil gritted his teeth getting more angrier and angrier by the second, 'What is this nonsense?! I keep hitting it, and hitting it, and hitting it! He's just standing there! This is Yamato, the sword my father had used to slay all sorts of powerful fiends! How could I not be doing any damage to it!?' He thought in his head as now he began growing more deeper into his rage, while he slashed him he thought maybe if he deployed more of his techniques they'd work.
So he summoned up his Summoned swords to perform, Spiral Swords.
But alas as the ten blue phantom Force Edge look-alikes continues to surround Vergil and grind Nemesis as he slashed about, again it proved worthless. As he just stood there taking the damage, groaning and being hurt but there was no making him fall.
"Why? Why? WHY, WHY, WHY?!" Vergil yelled as he slashed the beast, he couldn't get why he wasn't hurting him. All of these attempts, nothing seemed to faze the large creature. Nothing at all, Nemesis grew tired of his rage filled attempts as it had grabbed Vergil by neck lifting him high into the air. He gagged and gagged kicking about, but even as he was holding him he noticed his Summoned Swords were still grinding and cutting him still not doing anything. Eventually they all shattered against the beast's exterior. Roaring in Vergil's face he'd toss him like a rag doll, the Dark Slayer landed against one of the large towers of the R.P.D. precincts rooftop. His back crashed against it's surface and he slid back down unto his butt, catching his breath he'd slowly stand back up and glare over at the creature. He had really underestimated Nemesis, or mostly, underestimated the power humans had to create such beings. Sure humans aren't as strong as demons but when it comes to technology, anything is possible.
"This is bad..."
The Dark Slayer muttered as he gripped Yamato's handle, while standing there three Summoned Swords appeared hovering above Vergil's shoulders and head. As a sign of defense, similar to how a human stays stationary and aims at their target. Nemesis roared loudly once again and started to charge, fast at Vergil.
'He's fast...' he said to himself in his head as he commanded the summoned swords to take flight, hurling them towards his opponent, but as he ran over Nemesis simply smacked them away making them shatter upon impact of his large hand.
He bit his lip as a form of pretty much stating in his mind, I'm fucked kind of way. Once Nemesis would have gotten close enough it would prepare a large haymaker ready and waiting for Vergil.
The Dark Slayer was about to have one hell of a party, just in Nemesis's favor. As the tide of the battle would begin to change very soon. Again just in Nemesis's favor.
--Jill--
The destination was approaching as the woman fired rounds from her weapon to halt the mindless monsters from attacking her and ending her purpose. After their bodies covered the streets and debris of the chaos she reloaded her weapon as the doors become closer.
Raccoon City's Police Department was where she hoped to obtain more supplies and find a radio or some sort of evacuation plan or possibly answers as to why... how...
Pushing her form against the large gate she entered and looked around. Everything was so silent compared to usual where there would be calls, radios, voices, keys... Something. As soon as she put her hand to the wooden doors she heard the creak of the metal and she turned sharply with her hand on her weapon and ready for a quick draw but who she saw was the past person she expected.
"J-Jill..."
Brad. He was such a mess... worse then he was last she saw him. Something attacked him and he looked like he was still in trouble. The undying urge to help him took her to begin to move towards him.
"Brad!" Before she could offer comfort and protection he limped over to her with so much fear in his eyes.
--Vergil--
The only sounds in the air was just grunts, and roars. With of course the exception of the sight of a large behemoth creature on top of a Ivory haired male who is just beating him into a bloody pulp. Nemesis was using those big fists to pummel Vergil into submission, no; not even submission, death. Again and again it struck him, growling and roaring with each blow. The usually controlled B.O.W. was caught in a bloodlust that usually normal B.O.W.'s or Tyrant's are known for. As it continued to pummel Vergil's face into the concrete, the back of the Ivory haired male's head just kept bouncing back and forth creating a tiny crater under his cranium.
The Dark Slayer's face was covered in bruises and bloody cuts, he'd cringe, grunt, breath heavily as the punches continued to rain down upon him. He really hasn't been beaten down like this before and not only it was hurting him physically it was hurting him mentally too, that pride of his was sinking.
Unfortunately for Nemesis it sources on whoever created this thing was obviously ignorant to the fact that when one of the Sons of Sparda or any demon was close enough to death, there was a life saving form that took over in order to keep them alive. The closer and closer he came to unconsciousness from not only the pain but the action itself, the more he could feel it within. The inner Devil. Vergil's eyes were changing from it's usual Icy blue to a full on cerulean with no pupil's at all sensed in his eyes, distinct flash of blue light and a tiny surge of lighting started to appear, his body didn't start transforming yet. It was just getting ready, the Dark Slayer would look up at Nemesis with a deadly glare as he was one of the few to make him assume this transformation.
But Nemesis wasn't even fazed by this and continued it's assault, but instead of continuing to punch him repeatedly it took an alternative. Nemesis pulled it's hand upwards and a slimy substance was seen coming from it's wrist and hand. Within an instant a tentacle had sprouted up from it's wrist, it roared loudly as it was about to deliver a death blow to him but stabbing him towards his face. Right when it was about to impale the transforming Devil before it he stopped, and said a very eerily word.
"S.T.A.R.S."
Vergil in his transforming stated looked awfully confused and angered, he looked up at the tentacle and tilted his head to the side.
"S.T.A.R.S.?! What the hell is th-?!" He said in a distorted voice but as he talked the voice started to disappear back into his normal voice, and so did his miniature transformation into his Devil Trigger. Since he didn't get to complete it the transformation had faded away, his eyes returned back to normal and the lighting ceased. But that wasn't all that ceased, Nemesis got off of Vergil rather very quickly and jumped off the rooftop of the precinct. Leaving a very confused Son of Sparda. He just looked up at the sky as most of his wounds healed up, having a dumbfounded look discovered onto there.
"Di-did...that just happen? HEY! Wait a godforsaken minute you..." Vergil scowled, as he sat up and grabbed Yamato sheathe, and the blade closing it. A little too weak to stand so he crawled over to the rooftop, gripping the edge he growled to himself as he witnessed what was going on.
"You leave me to fight pitiful humans?! How dare you?! Am I not worthy? I'll show you not wort-?!"
--Jill--
"We've gotta--"
Those were the last words spoken to her before a heavy mass dropped between them. Jill stopped dead and almost fell back from surprise since this seemed to be the thing he must have been mentioning. As the mass stood up to its truly freighting height and raised its massive arm Brad let out such a chilling scream, the kind that comes before death, and Jill could only watch petrified of her friends fate...
As Brad ran for the wall screaming and panting it was like she was frozen in her place, like Medusa had locked eyes with her.
"Ahh, Jill help!!"
Even as it chased Brad and he begged for her aid she was helpless to aid... to even react beyond trying to remember how to breathe. As it took him and lifted him with that massive arm, as if the 190lb male was but a pebble, he took another arm to the male's face and silenced him with a tentacle. The details were masked to Jill but she knew it was gruesome.
"No!"
She had to look away, it was truly just too much...
Before she knew it, a body was thrown to her feet. The corpse of her friend was hand delivered by his murderer. It was a beast unlike anything even in her nightmares and all it said was something that made her heart stop beating.
"S.T.A.R.S."
This was it... fight or flight as the biology books would define it. Would she try her luck, or back down.
--Was it fate?--
Vergil's angry rants were silenced as he saw a brown haired male get impaled with the same tentacle that was about to do the same thing to him a minute ago, even so the Dark Slayer's facial expression showed nothing while in the inside his stomach curled a little. 'Dear god, even for a human...I feel pity for him. Wait, wait, wait!? What am I saying?!' Vergil said in his mind as he continued to watch what was going on.
Jill's eyes fell back to Brad and she knew running wouldn't solve this... Taking up her arms she released full clip into the beast, but it seemed to have hardly noticed it. As she fired she backed up, until the cold wall was all that met her. Then the most uncomforting sound occurred.
Click.Click.Click.
Out of bullets with no time to reload.
"And this is why guns are such primitive weapons..."
Vergil says as he laid himself down and proceeded to watch the tiny battle between the brunette below and Nemesis. He yawns a little and lets his chin rest onto his knuckles bored-like. But then it hit him, why did this creature who obviously was strong enough to overwhelm him and nearly kill him go after humans? Was he not worthy? So he taunts him by going to play with pathetic creatures called, man? This was horrible and insane, he couldn't take it anymore. Now that he was more then half-way healed he would begin to intervene into this battle to take back his pride. Picking up Yamato he'd stand up from his laying down status and start to walk to the edge of the roof, looking down there for a second before he'd then backflip off of the rooftop with his arms sprawled out open, in mid-air he felt as light as a feather as he freefall. In his mind it felt like time was coming to a slow as he was falling or was it just the adrenaline in his system.
Nemesis was in the process to take advantage of the woman apparently out of ammo from her 9mm Beretta, it was about to thrust his large fist towards her to punch her lights out but before he can finish that task Nemesis was stunned by a boot being impacting the side of it's head. A loud groan was heard from the B.O.W. as it stumbled to the opposite direction from Jill, it was revealed that had a man in blue holding a sheathed O-katana swung a heavy kick to Nemesis's temple. While was in midair the man in blue had twist his body in order to be facing the large creature and his back to Jill. Whilst doing so he unsheathed Yamato with break-neck speed. Upon unsheathing it he let out a air-based slash towards Nemesis's chest, the range of the slash was pretty far as it cut deep into the beast's chest ripping a small fragment of it's leather overcoat.
The impact of the air-based slash had pushed the creature back greatly, it had even tripped over the corpse of the brown haired male who had been just killed brutally by it. It fell onto it's back and looked like it was knocked out.
After doing the slash the Ivory haired male had landed on one knee with his blade in hand looking as if he had just slashed down a legion of men, his sheathe in his other hand with it's yellow silk ribbon dancing in the passing wind. His head was down for a moment basking in the moment, the Sparda bloodline has a thing with doing things not so simple, things must be done in style. Vergil slowly rose his head up to inspect his opponent and then looked over his shoulder at the woman behind him. A cold stare was given to her, with those Icy blue cold eyes of his, a glare so sinister that even the Devil May Cry from the intensity. That was the glare she was getting from him, he'd allow himself to speak but only so he can effectively kill this thing.
"Move!" Vergil said coldly to her as he turned around to face his appealingly "knocked out" opponent.
Rescued like a common damsel in distress was not the way she knew so well so the sudden assault to her assailant was something very unexpected. As her eyes turned to see her protector she saw the man from before with the blue coat, ivory locks and cruel stare. Stepping back from surprise she looked at him and watched the reaction of the Nemesis and in a flash of her mortal eye there was a slash of air heading for the disorientated Nemesis and it was enough to cause t to trip back and lad ungracefully.
... It was out cold, for now.
Upon seeing Vergil turn to continue it's attack on the beast she felt her gut tell her it was a terrible idea, didn't he have that too? However that glare she got from him was enough to make her wonder what side he was truly on.
Those eyes...
Once he was part way to the beast her instincts of a cop, to save before anything, kicked back and she shook her fear of the situation to call out to Vergil to try to talk sense into him.
"Stop! We should just run now so you can heal your injuries and we can get distance between us and that thing!"
Even though she knew he turned around, and he was speaking all she could notice was Nemesis twitch.
Vergil stood up from his stance and started to walk towards the downed beast. His current mindset was paused upon once she had called out to him, irritated enough for today. He was bested by a disfigured monster then have the woman try to stop him reclaiming his lost pride, something that's so precious to him? He wasn't going to stand for that. Stopping in his tracks he'd turn around and point Yamato at her throat, to the point the very tip of the blade was pricking her neck. It was just so sharp. He had enough, the Dark Slayer may if pushed kill her. She is in his way after all.
"Be gone from me woman, I won't tell you a second nor third time..."
The Ivory haired male said as he tightened his grip on his blade and pushed it just a centimeter more, the tip of the Yamato because of that extra centimeter had pricked her further causing her skin to break slightly.
That prick of her velvet skin was what shook her from the fear of the beast resurrecting to the fear of the man before her stance, persona, and those eyes...
"Nnn."
Seeing the tiny trickles of crimson blood pour from what he's done has caused him to give of a dark sinister smirk, the blood was beautiful just as he remembered seeing it. Not the weird blood he's been seeing from the zombies he's slain, pure blood from a living person.
All she was trying to do was aid the male from losing his life, nevermind his fickle pride and she had finally had enough of this. All that staying here would cause would be death by his blade and bruised pride or the Nemesis with such a dire need to kill all S.T.A.R.S members. Looking back to Vergil with her own set of fierce eyes she was losing her years of training to this... devil.
"It will be your pride that will be your downfa-- LOOK OUT!!"
It looked so nice, but that tiny bliss was disturbed when she yelled out 'LOOK OUT'. Vergil blinked and turned around to see the beast, Nemesis indeed has risen once again and was standing behind the two. A shocked expression was seen on him as he looked at the beast had thrown a backhand swing towards Vergil. Hoping to knock his head clean off with just plain brute strength.
"Tch, I'm not so easy you vile creature!"
Vergil said as he swung Yamato up in defense to block against his blow but something went wrong, terribly wrong! Yamato shattered, clean in half with it's shards falling unto the floor like freshly fallen snow. With the plain brute strength of a newly restored Nemesis, he was more deadly and powerful then before. And clearly it was proven when Yamato had shattered just when he was using it to defend himself. Vergil's eyes widened and his heart crumbled to pieces just how like Yamato broke, his spirit was shattered along with all hope. The backhand swing continued after shattering the blade and had hit Vergil right in the face sending him flying to the door. He crashed against the door's surface and was instantly knocked out.
"Ya...Ya-yamato..."
Those were Vergil's last words before he slipped into unconsciousness.
When Nemesis used Vergil as a punching bag and threw him aside in a manner similar to that of a rag doll she was also astonished to see such a powerful man fall and such a unique blade be shattered. It was like watching two simultaneous deaths occur before her, only it was a sword and the other was simply unconscious since she saw him breathing... hardly. Now that the threat was taken care of Nemesis flailed it's arms about and roared loudly, Jill was next. The large B.O.W. ran towards Jill with full throttle force.
As a tremor of his large footsteps was felt she looked up and let out a yell of surprise and terror. Silently she prayed for something to come, but she knew better then that. Pressing to her wall she hoped it would be quicker then Brad's death, or cleaner at least since this was all once could do when faced with certain demise.
"TAKE COVER!"
An unrecognized voice yelled from the other side of the wall, but the way it was spoken was not that of a civilian, this individual was trained... an officer perhaps? No, she would have recognized it if it was. But as she opened her eyes she saw something fall between the stampeding beast and her... flash grenade. Knowing full well what was going to happen next she dodged to the side where Vergil and his blade were and she curled up to cover her face and there it was.
BAM!
As the flash grenade took its course Nemesis released a painful cry of surprise and staggered aside until it adjusted once more to the settings after that unpleasant surprise interrupting its reason. With this time, Jill already took the two pieces of the blade and Vergil and dragged them inside to find some safety. Once they were placed away from the door she turned and ran back to secure it.
Not a moment too soon she saw Nemesis was recovered and it looked right at her.
"S.T.A.R.S..."
Before it could get in she had the door shut and locked.
With the constant banging of Nemesis at the door Jill was inclined to find a better place, but she couldn't move too far dragging dead weight through the police station she noticed one of the desks and moved his body over and place him against the desk and took out some supplies to help heal his wounds and aid with his incredible healing ability, not knowing he was capable of such a trait. Vergil was just totally unaware of what was happening around him. All he could do at this point was just try his best to breath softly, as he was just laid out for her his thoughts would resonate around him. Yamato, his precious blade. Destroyed. One of the only things left of his father, his power, now it was gone. He felt naked without it.
As the Dark Slayer was being cleaned by the woman something managed to get there way too, another memento of what was once Vergil's. Or the entire Sparda family, his golden and ruby amulet. From all the moving around it managed to slip out of his dark navy blue ripple vest, she would be able to hear the sudden noise of jewelry dangling about. The ruby inside and gold around it was beautiful, but despite it's beauty it held an immense power inside of it. Something dark, something more sinister then Vergil himself. All of that in one amulet.
While cleaning the wounds and tending to his needs she caught eye of the jewelry he wore around his neck and her eye was distracted. Taking a hand and holding it up she examined it curiously, having never seen anything quite like it, but decided her curiosity was not doing them well here. Putting it back under his shirt she took the blade and examined it, wondering why she took the very tool he would have used to kill her.
Upon further inspection she saw the perfect break and she looked at it. Sadly she forgot the sharpness of the blade and her finger soon trickled blood lightly to the hilt.
The feeling of medicinal items being pressed against him and him being touched in general had caused the Dark Slayer to slowly stir himself awake. Groaning he'd slide himself up to sit up but being to weak at the moment he just sat and leaned against the desk's surface. He'd look over to what was in front of him, the woman who had gotten in his way, them being in the precinct behind of a large desk in the lobby, but what was more important was what she had done.
"...Erm, yo-you touched my blade..."
Vergil weakly said as he narrowed his eyes over at her, not even noticing nor caring why she had saved him from utter doom. "...To top it off, you st-stained it with your dirty blood. How dare you...ugh.." He cruelly said as he gritted his teeth.
"Better me then that thing, isn't it? At least I didn't break it." Placing it before him and licking the blood from her finger she stood up tall and learned to brush his comment off. Her cool was returning as she was trying to understand their situation and what needed to be done. remembering her reason here was to restock ammo and search for survivors and other supplies for their adventure. Moving around the lobby to give him time to recover at his pace without her help anymore she picked up some spare boxes of 9mm parabellum bullets along with an extra clip for the handgun, fully loaded too. So she loaded the clip into her Beretta and put the little cardboard boxes of spare ammo in her bag.
"Grr..." Vergil couldn't help but scowled as he looked up at her walk about collecting ammunition and such. When she went away his thoughts fell upon his broken blade, his heart just continued to crash every time he witnessed it. Then she came back, offering help?
"I think we can help each other... You know? Until your blade is fixed I mean." With any luck he would question her.
"What?! Are you trying to insult my intelligence?..Guh, why would I need your help? Your just a pathetic useless human, you'll only get in my way..." The Ivory haired male would state with authority despite his exhausted state.
"Well for one two heads are better then one. Another thing is without a main weapon you can go only so far, especially against that thing..." Sitting back down across from him, keeping some distance she ran her hand through her hair and met her eyes with his showing she was no longer going to take what he said to her at all into consideration. Their paths had crossed multiple times now and she stopped him from being left out there to die. This was more then coincidence, fate had a play this cursed evening. "Plus I know this city better then anyone..."
"Are you trying to say that I'm no match against that thing?" He cruelly said as he glared over at her, usually with a comment like that he'd try to kill the person already but she was right without Yamato he barely would stand a chance. And plus, sure he has Summoned Swords but he's still, developing his full powers. So he must use his demonic magic sparingly, but alas he was to full of himself to listen.
"As you are, no."
It was plain and simple. Pride would only kill him at this point and she wanted to show him biding his time was truly worth the wait, a valuable asset for the future before them, if they live through this. Looking back to the door which finally silenced she felt her form relax ever so slightly, hoping it wasn't to bring a worse fate. "But with me, you don't need to waste your energy as quickly if you have someone else there. Consider it a chance to rest until that thing comes back for me." She was well aware that it was after S.T.A.R.S by now, so it would hunt her until one of them ceased to be.
Vergil took only a mere couple of seconds just to stare at her, then afterwards emitting a laugh. It's been a while since he laughed too. After laughing at her for a couple of seconds he regained his composure and sighed, slowly lifting up his yellow fingerless gloved hand he'd point over to her direction.
"Ahaha, oh your funny. You're worthless, your just a pathetic, little worm of an inferior race! Why would that thing want to waste it's time with you?" He said with a tiny grin.
With a small smirk of her own she reached into her back pocket where she kept the key to her identity to her role in this sick game and she tossed her badge onto his lap and walked to the doorway to take her deeper into the police station. Since he seemed awake enough to be able to move again in case something attacks. Walking through she picked up things here and there and made sure the area was secure the whole time, and she hoped for some beacon of hope to arrive for her to show her there was a way to survive this.
Inside the badge was her ID and the title of S.T.A.R.S and the details about her and her rank inside the team. And now, she was gone. Seeing her just toss some card holder type item unto his lap then make unto her own way made him smirk with a little scoff to come out of it too. He didn't need her, he didn't need anyone. His goal will be to kill that monster since it opposed him and then get out of this city alive. 'Hmph...who needs you anyway? Tch, stupid woman...huh?' Vergil thought as he looked down at his lap once more, noticing it was a badge and ID.
"What do we have here..." He said to himself as he picked it up and thoroughly examined it, 'Hmmm...Rear Security, Jill Valentine...Special. Tactics. And. Rescue. Service...what? S.T.A.R.S...Hmm…interesting. Wait…WHAT?!' Then it hit him...Nemesis, the beast he had been fighting did at times mutter out the name S.T.A.R.S., when he had left him to fight the woman and her friend. And of course multiple times after that too. What a big mistake he committed shooing her off like that.
"Oh great..."
--Just mere moments later.--
Finally making it up to the 2nd floor after navigating throughout the entire Police Station with the help of evading the undead within the station without the use of his Summoned Swords but the help of his sheathe and evasion skills, though he may not be able to kill at this point without Yamato nor the constant use of demonic magic he can at least stun them for a bit.
In the Dark Slayer's eyes it had appeared the woman he was pursuing was about to enter into a door whereas the little headline on the door would say S.T.A.R.S. office. Before she even had thoughts of entering in there goes flying her Badge right at her.
Of course she knew he would follow, so she kept alert for him and for any uninvited monsters strolling around. All it took was a single shot to the forehead or temple to take them down so she did her best to get them in the sweet spot to ensure that her ammo would be used wisely. After finding surprises and other items she knew there was one place she needed to enter... The office. Making her way to the door she almost had her hand to the handle when she heard something being thrown at her. Looking then catching it awkwardly in her hand she put it back into her pocket and looked back to him with a small smile and she knew that they were in agreement. If he wanted that rematch, he needed her.
"Glad you could make it. Don't worry we'll find a way to fix that sword soon, I hope." Jill said with her reassuring smile for the Ivory haired male she would soon to call a comrade. Once she opened the door she let herself in and left it open for Vergil to enter as well with turning her head to see if he was coming in or not.
Rolling his eyes he tightened his grip on his sheathe as he walked in the room he'd look towards her with those cruel eyes of his.
"I may have some use for you after all…" Vergil said as he turned around and entered the room, maneuvering himself onto the nearby wall near the door. He then lean his back against the wall finding instant comfort.
After taking care of some things she had caught his little remark about hearing that she can offer up some sort of use for him, Jill couldn't help but chuckle at this. Covering her lips she'd turn her back on him and take some stuff off of her desk, tossing them unto another desk.
"Oh really? Gee, I wonder why?" A little spunky reply for the man in blue, all he could do was shake his head in disgust and offer up a simple "Hmph." for her.
Crossing his arms over his chest he'd cross Yamato's sheathe over it too, looking over her shoulder as she organized her desk Jill had noticed that the beautiful, silk ribbon that was there before was gone. Vergil must have had to use it to wrap the sword and it's pieces together, depressing for the blade and it's ribbon. It had to be done. He closed his eyes as he continued to lean upon the wall. Once she was done she now sit herself down on her chair, a satisfying sigh left the woman's lips as she finally got a chance to sit herself down since she has been running around all over the place it was a given for her to finally relax.
Her wondering blue eyes looked over at her desk whereas her old S.T.A.R.S. beret was lying there idly, she had forgotten to take that with her when she had resigned from her duties as a Raccoon City Police Officer. She then grabbed the beret and held it looking down at it, letting her thumb rub against it's soft cotton surfaces. Old memories began to let themselves flow within her mind upon holding the old memento of her past, before the Mansion Incident and of course during the incident. That beret has seen many tragedies and many miracles but once Alpha team had entered the Spencer Mansion the tragedies had just overwhelmed the miracles. Another sigh escaped as she began to shake her remising memories away to focus on what is happening now, the Raccoon City Outbreak and the man before her. Looking up from the beret Jill would look over at the Ivory haired male with wondering eyes.
"So…what do we do now?" Jill would say as she tapped on her beret awaiting an answer from the man.
"Hmph, who knows? You're the cop…you figure it out woman…"
That's all the words he would ever say, all he now did at this point was just lean there and let her do what she needs to do in this room. All he wanted her to do was just do what she needed to do and just be a target for Nemesis so he can finally take it out and be gone from this wretched city.
From a response like that a brown eyebrow was raised up, 'With an attitude like that who needs enemies?' She thought, Jill would close her eyes and take a deep breath standing up from her seat. Shaking her head she'd walk around the office looking through things for anything. There was a series of weapons and ammunition, a couple of files and stories about what happened earlier in the city during the early hours of the outbreak since this facility was used as a safe haven before Sept. 28th, and a large communication device in the ends of the room. All for Jill's use.
"This is going to be one long night…" Jill would say as she dismissed the male from her thoughts and begin searching near her partner's desk who was just right behind her own desk, Chris Redfield's desk. Finding three boxes of ammo for her Berretta she dumped it into her bag along with another set of clips, moving over to the next desk which would be Rebecca's she went through it and found a First Aid Spray. Instantly a smile had found itself onto her lips upon finding the item, an essential need for a adventure like this. Afterwards she headed over to the big locker close to the large communication device and opened it up, finding one hell of weapon. A Grenade Launcher, her eyes lit up as she picked up as if she was a kid receiving her favorite candy.
"Oh wow! This is great, oh my god…I can't believe nobody took this with them!" Jill would say with a cute little giggle as she started to stuff it into her purse, instinctively but then came along the fact that a large yet light item like this just wouldn't fit. Just as fast her happiness came just as quick a sorrowful sigh came to boot.
Opening an eye Vergil would turn to her direction upon seeing her reactions, a tiny smirk would surface after seeing this. He closed his eye once again and returned to his brooding nature.
'Just great…how am I supposed to carry this around? It would only be slowing us down. Huh? What's this?' Jill thought as she noticed on the bottom of the locker she saw a duffle bag. Her smile returned to her as she grabbed the duffle bag and zipped it open, next she emptied purse that contained the ammo and items she collected from her previous engagements into the duffle bag, then put in the Grenade Launcher with of course organizing things within the bag so more things can fit for later.
A satisfied giggle would surface as she picked up her bag zipping it up and swinging it over her shoulder, already getting used to the weight. "Hehe, that should do it." She said.
But just as she had finished organizing things, getting new weapons, and ignoring Vergil's brooding self the beeping of the large communication device had rung, and rung, and rung. Demanding itself to be picked up, who could have it been? A plea for help? A new ally? That would quickly catch the attention of the two as both whipped their heads to the large machine that let out it's loud beeping.
Beep.Beep.Beep.Beep.
x- - Devil May Cry.