Ok, ok, so I'm giving you a break now. Happy?

Yeah, Dante and Jack belong to Knight-Trol. :P He's writing his own story, and it's got my oc's, so go check it out! :'D

I guess Dante must look at my stump while he's walking at some point, because he takes a deep breath and asks me, "Have you seen the Truth?" Is this a test? Will he lose his temper? I worry silently. Still, what can I do? I nod slowly, and he sighs. "It's not too much farther to my place. Oh yeah, and you'll meet Jack and Mr. Hallows. They're great people, though," he chuckles, "Mr. hallows can be a bit scary." Someone who scares this man? I think, and shake a bit. I'm so dead.

He moves on, and soon we arrive at an automail shop. What are we doing here? I thought he was taking me to a house. I think nervously, staring at all the wrenches and pliers and other mechanical tools. Dante barely pauses though, heading into a back room and from there up some stairs. Then, the situation is clear to me. Because on the second floor is living quarters; a parlor. I'm set on the couch. I immediately feel anxious. If it'd been a one-floor house, I could run out if something went wrong. But I doubt I'd be able to make it down stairs in my state. "Jack!" Dante's call startles me, as I don't see it coming.

A guy comes downstairs. His hair is light blue while Dante's is obsidian, and the eye not covered by his bangs is a bright sapphire color. "What is it? You sound upsewhyyy is there a girl on the couch?" His tone changes as he notices me. I feel my cheeks flushing. "And what the hell happened to her? She looks a mess!"

Do I really look that bad? My cheeks are burning and I try to sink further into the couch cushions. They're so soft—I haven't felt anything like it in ages. Dante sighs. "She was on the streets. Some guys were going to—"

"I don't need to know!" Jack interrupts, his cheeks flushing. He looks at me. "Poor girl… what's your name?" I feel my cheeks heating up in embarrassment as Dante quickly explains, "She can't speak. She's seen it." At first, Jack looks confused, then comprehension dawns on his face. "Oh, you mean…" Dante nods. "Yeah." I stare at the two, trying to suppress my growing hysteria. They're just discussing me, and I have no idea what they're thinking. I'm so dead.

And then the door slams open. A tall, broad-shouldered man, older both than Jack and Dante, walks in. Oh, god, there's another one?! I panic. The man looks at Dante and scowls. "I see you're back. Where's those automail parts I asked for?" Dante blinks. "What? Oh! Oh, sorry, Mr. Hallows. I uh, kinda got sidetracked." He rubs the back of his neck nervously, glancing over at me. I pale and try to bury myself in the couch cushions again as Mr. Hallows notices me as well. "Who the hell is this?" His tone is blunt. Oh god he's going to kill me. Or worse, send me back out. I think nervously. I don't want to leave the comfort of the room. I haven't been this comfortable in ages, even with the fear running through me.

"I dunno her name, really." Dante tries to explain. When Mr. Hallows opens his mouth to interrupt, Dante purges on. "But, Mr. Hallows, she needs us! I mean, she was in some real trouble!" Jack has his input. "Please, Dad?" Mr. Hallows stares at me, taking in my filthy, malnourished figure. Tense seconds tick by, the atmosphere growing so intense that I almost can't take it. Then, finally, Mr. Hallows sighs. "Fine. But you two are responsible for fitting her with automail!" He points a stern finger. "I'm not having anyone in my house missing any limbs!"

I stare. I'm getting a home… and automail? The idea seems unimaginable. Has my luck really improved so quickly? I'm astonished. That much is undeniable.

Dante and Jack break into twin smiles, as Jack nods emphatically. "You got it, Dad."