Wolfe: Hello world~! I have the new set of prompts!! Again! Thanks to everyone for the favorites and reviews, you've been so helpful!!

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37- Fruit

"Banana? No. Apple? No. Pear? Not. Peach? Not a chance in a frozen hell." Dante sighed heavily as he slammed the door of the cupboards in the kitchen roughly, frowning at the complete lack of junk food in the house at the moment. "Lady! Where's the chips and stuff and I had in here last week?!" There was soft laughter from the other room and a whisper of "No-one told him?" that sounded like it had been issued from Vergil.

Dante stalked into the front room where everyone was sitting, bored and with no jobs or anything else to do, doing their best to entertain themselves. "Told me what?" He asked suspiciously, crossing his arms and tapping his foot, much like an angry ten year-old would do when he knew his parents were pulling a joke on him. And he didn't like it.

"Quite simple, brother. We decided that we're all going to start eating healthier. We burned all the junk food two nights ago and bought a bunch of health foods yesterday. And no more junk food is allowed in the house."

Dante nearly fainted right then and there.

38- Race

"Damnit! Where's the house? Where's the house!?" Dante jumped over a fallen limb, careful not to jostle the unconscious form of his twin, who was still cradled in his arms. Dante had been forging his way through the dense forest for nearly an hour now, unaware of how far their game had taken them from the house. And from help.

He was by now panicking. Vergil had not stirred once since he had first dropped off and Dante's arms and chest were beginning to become slick with blood and rain. He stopped for a second, maneuvering his arm so he could reach up and place a hand on Vergil's forehead. This brought an annoyed moan from his twin and Dante was relived to feel that his skin was still warm. He'd not been frozen through by the rain, but that didn't mean he was safe from the fever.

Dante readjusted and took off again, booted feet pounding against the ground. Another twenty minutes passed before he heard the roar of cars and the sound of worried voices. "Where could they be?" and "Do you think something could have happened?" Their father's voice rang over all of the others. "Alright everybody! Let's calm down. Remember, stick with your groups and if you find them, call the sheriff over the SAT. phones." Now they didn't live in a small community, but it was small enough to be caring. And their little suburb often banded together when neighbors needed help.

Dante kicked some speed into his tired legs and pushed through the last of the foliage and into the huge yard behind their house. Voices filled with shock, worry and relief surrounded them as they were rushed by several dozens of people. Dante was dimly aware of Vergil being lifted from his arms, his mother's voice and his father's hands on his shoulders, shaking gently. "Dante! Are you hurt? Can you tell me what happened!? Dante!?" Dante was unable to answer his father, for he had already fallen forward, unconscious and oblivious.

30- Laundry

"Damnit Dante! I am not your maid! I though the rule was that you had to do your own laundry?" Dante cast Trish a bored look. "I do my laundry." He whined, a wheedling sound as he picked his feet up from the desk and let his socked feet land on the wooden floor with a soft 'Thump!'. He was, for once, not wearing his boots inside. Lord knows that too months of training to drill that into his brain.

"Sure you do. That's why I usually end up throwing it in with mine?" Dante looked affronted. "No wonder my clothes have started to smell all girly! What do you use, lavender?" Trish just barely resisted the urge to smack him as she stalked towards the laundry room. "Just don't let it happen again!"

One Week Later

"Damnit Dante!!!" Dante was just able to fling the magazine off of his face as Trish stormed down the stairs, snarling in anger. "I thought I told you to do your laundry!?" Dante scrabbled at straws as he grasped for a suitable answer. "I was just about to get up an do it!" He shouted, nearly cowering for fear of what she would to him. All he got in response was a face full of his dirty laundry. "Lair!!!!"

40- Revelations

The sound of the gunshots rang through the early evening air, accompanied buy the sickening thud of a lifeless body hitting hard ground as Dante stood on the threshold, eyes slightly unfocused as the double doors hung uselessly on their hinges. He hadn't meant to set him off. To kill him. There were shouts from the sunroom and everyone else came pounding into the room, weapons drawn. "What the hell was that?" Nero asked, hand on the grip of Red Queen.

Dante didn't speak, just pointed out the door and stepped aside. Trish and Lady stepped up first, Nero and Vergil following. They gaped. "He started it." Was Dante's explanation when he knew full well that it was his fault. He'd called Tyler out, set him off and then shot him dead. But what they were seeing shocked everyone.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

"You sure you're not losing it old man? There's nothing there." Dante's head whipped up and he pushed to the front of the small pack of people. And let his jaw drop. There was nothing. No body, not a drop of blood or anything to indicate any wrongdoing. He stepped forward and looked at the ground. "I could'a swore I put four rounds in him. No demon could survive that!" Lady quirked her head to the side. "Demon? What demon? And where's Tyler?" Dante turned to the group.

"That's the demon. I shot Tyler." Before the others could burst out in angry protest, everyone froze as a feral snarl resonated from the roof above them. The temperature dropped a great deal and everyone felt the cold permeate their skin. But not regular cold. Feral, hostile, demonic cold. Drawing weapons, they waited.

Then there was a soft noise from above, the clouds blotted out and a great form came into their line of view. An Assault. A flying Assault. The great beast landed on it's back legs and then settled on it's front At that time they got a good look at the demon. Blue-green scales glinted brightly, fangs and talons long and intimidating, blue, slitted eyes alert and intelligent. This was no Assault. This was something bigger, more dangerous.

A Dragon. Not very common nowadays.

Faster than any of their eyes were able to pick up, the Dragon sprang, wings beating the air. All they heard was happily evil laughter, and Dante's shocked screaming as he was lifted by his belt and the collar of his shirt, twirled around violently, then flung away from them. Far away. "Fore!" The sound of the dragon's voice was distorted. But recognizable none the less.

"Tyler?!?!" Was the chorus from everybody. So distracted were they, they never heard the loud splash of Dante landing in the near-by bay. Though they did hear the final shout of "Touch Down!!" from Tyler, His scaly muzzle splitting in a grin.

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Wolfe: Yes, I realize that the last prompt was long, but it had to be done. I have now come to the conclusion (through several e-mails) that people want me to do the whole Vergil deal on the side. So that will be started shortly, probably as soon as I reach somewhere near fifteen chapter on this on (3/5 done) and I'm sure I won't be too distracted. Thank you for listening to the long note. I wish you great luck and an excellent "Happy Smartass Day"!!!