Out of Control

Ch.9 Mass Murder Suicide

Dante awoke in a cold sweat. It had been a week now, and all he kept hearing from everybody was to get rest. So, he slept for most of the day and did research the rest of night. He couldn't quite remember the last time he felt this much unrest within himself. His inner demon growing restless. He wanted to release, but knew that now wasn't the time. It didn't matter because he would get his chance to unleash some havoc soon enough.

"Dante, we've got some pizza. Do you want any?" Eva asked, smiling at him. Dante looked up from the books he was currently staring at to stare at Eva.

"No, thanks mom. I'm not really hungry right now. Thanks though." Dante said.

Eva opened her mouth to say something, but just shut it and walked away. Dante wasn't in the mood for food, or talk, or anything. He just wanted to find Lady and kill her. That bitch was gonna get what was coming to her. It was all just a matter of time, now.

Vergil paced back and forth outside the study that Dante was currently occupying. He wanted to bring Dante out of his vengeful state. All he could think about was revenge. He wasn't eating properly, he wasn't resting properly(sleeping 'til twelve ain't right), and he wasn't even socializing right. He barely talked to their mother, and he never spoke a word to their father unless it was information on how they could stop Lady.

Oh, and forget about talking to him. Dante didn't even look at Vergil unless it was a glare to his back or face. Vergil felt that it was happening all over again. That they would fight, and that this time one of them would end up dead. He didn't want that to happen. No matter how Dante acted toward him it would never change the fact that he was his little brother.

Flashback

Dante stared up at the sky as fireworks exploded in a shower of light. Gun powered tickled his nose as he breathed in each scent. They were at Besaid setting off fire crackers and the like with the children begging to play with them.

Dante sat at an outcropping watching over everyone. With a bud light in his hand, and a great view of the sky and ocean, Dante was pretty relaxed. He hadn't been this relaxed since he was a kid.

"There you are. I'm glad you stayed." Eliza said, sitting next to Dante.

Dante shrugged. "I didn't want to be around those annoying kids. One of them even asked if they could hold my gun!" Dante said, shaking his head.

Eliza laughed. "Gee, guess your popular. And here I was thinking you were just anti-social."

Dante snorted. "I'm not anti-social. Wary maybe, but not anti-social." Dante said, downing the rest of his drink. He wondered if it was him getting drunk or the moonlight, but Eliza looked like she was glowing. Her ebony skin looked liked it had a golden tint to it.

"Are you glowing?" Dante asked, staring at her.

Eliza smiled at him. "Are you drunk?" She replied, sarcastically.

Dante smirked. He wasn't drunk, but he didn't trust himself to get up and walk in a straight line just to prove he wasn't. Eliza laughed again. She crawled over to him to rest against his shoulder. "This is nice. Just being here." Eliza said, closing her eyes.

"With you." Dante said, smiling.

Eliza looked up at him with a smile on her face. "Kiss me," she said. Dante leaned down until their lips met in a brief kiss.

Then he woke up.

End Flashback

Dante woke up at his desk in his Devil May Cry shop. He didn't remember falling asleep. He yawned, stretching out all his unused muscles. It was already twilight, the time before it was complete darkness. When the sun and earth met as one. Dante watched the sunset, waiting and biding his time.

Soon, he thought.

The sun disappeared behind building's and soon the orange glow left the sky as it was buried in complete darkness. And then the fake sun that was the neon artificial glow took hold of the city, making everything look like a Christmas tree.

Dante stood as he reasoned that he waited long enough. It was time he took action. Sorry guys, but I think it's time already, Dante thought. He slid on his crimson overcoat and holstered Ebony and Ivory. Grabbing rebellion, he left the shop knowing that he was probably going to get locked up on his father's word. Not caring, he triggered into his devil form and took to the air.

Zanarkand was called the city of the dead for a reason. Pyreflies floated about Dante as he landed in front of the temple. The only thing he had to worry about here were fiends, but even they were nowhere to be found. Walking through the destroyed temple, which was now home to the Squatter Monkeys, the pyreflies began reacting to Dante's memory's.

Images of Eliza began forming right in front of him. She was laughing…talking…getting angry…smiling. All the things she used to do when she was alive. Dante did his best to ignore the images, and walked past them into the cloister of trials. Activating the mechanism to move the lift, it took him deeper into the temple until he was in the chamber of fayth. Like he expected, the stone statue in this room was glowing. Walking to the other side where a door lay, Dante walked through it. He climbed the few steps to the landing, stopping as he reached the top.

Lady stood there on the other side of the room in her human form. She still reeked of sulfur, but this time she looked more human. Dante glared at her turned back. He should've known it was her that was drawing him out.

"Dante…can you hear it? There cries for help? In pain. Their all in pain." Lady said, putting her hands to her head. She turned to Dante as if looking to confide in him. Her eyes were teary as she stared off into nothing.

"What do you expect me to do?" Dante asked, glaring at her. It was more of a demand from the way he said it. He would like to know, though. It was that answer to his question that would determine everything. He was still going to kill her, though. Nothing could deter him from that task.

"I…I don't know." Lady replied, softly. Dante growled low in his throat, and retrieved Ebony from inside his coat.

"Than your death will come much quicker." Dante replied aiming his gun at her. "Before I kill you though, tell me. Why did you kill her?" Lady stared at Dante for a minute.

"Isn't it obvious to you already? I needed her. Her energy. She had so much of it. It surprisingly matched even Sparda's. She was after all, destroyer of Sin." Lady said, hugging herself. Dante's eyes went wide with shock.

"W-what?" Was all Dante could manage in the shocked state he was in. Lady chuckled.

"I guess, I have time to tell you a story don't I? I'm surprised, though. She never mentioned to you that she was a High Summoner?" Lady asked, cocking her head to the side. Dante said nothing. His gun seemed to heavy and it lowered of its own accord. Lady smirked.

"Poor baby. Never knew a thing. Yes, she was a High Summoner. The female that banished Sin forever. Because of her ability to call the aeons to her side in battle, and the fact that she trained herself non-stop to become an accomplished fighter, I had use for her. After Sin was defeated, she went on to train some more. She learned martial arts, how to handle a gun, and was even able to take her white magic to new levels. She…she was perfect." Lady said, smirking.

Dante shook his head. "Why do you need souls?" Dante demanded, raising his gun again.

"Would you like to see her?" Lady asked, ignoring his question. Dante glared at her. He was about to say something, when the ground shook. The large hole in the middle of the room began to fill up with some kind of liquid. It looked like water, but Dante knew that it had to be something else. It smelled like salt and something else he couldn't describe. A sickly sweet scent, maybe.

Out of the hole came the tip of what looked like a crystal. As more of it came out, Dante gasped. It was Eliza. She was encased in the crystal. She looked like sleeping beauty, floating there. Her dark hair was pulled away from her face in a tight bun leaving a handful of tendrils falling around her like a halo. Her hands crossed over her chest. She was wearing a white gown, unlike what she was wearing when she was buried. Her eyes were closed, and she showed no sign of movement.

Dante stared, unable to say anything. There was nothing that he could say. "For some insane unknown reason, her body hasn't decayed at all. Do you know why, Dante?" Lady said, unperturbed rage building inside her.

Dante shook his head. Lady tilted her head back, a laugh that turned into a howl escaping her throat. "I don't, either! But why should she have it all?! Even beyond death! Look at her! How is that possible?!" Lady screamed, in rage. Slowly she began to turn. Her hair grew longer and lost it's dark tint. Her hands and feet grew too large for her boots and gloves. Her armor which was once a dark green color was now whitened and cracked. Everything about her changed expect her eyes. They were the same yellow pinpoint's that Dante remembered when he first saw her like that.

Before either of them could breathe, Eliza's eyes snapped open. They weren't her usual golden amber color. Her eyes now resembled that of a swirling storm. They were a grayish white and seemed to swirl. Her hand struck out at the crystal that was holding her captive, and her palm was placed against it. Dante gasped, jumping in shock. He took a step forward when a torrent of wind sent him flying out the door, all the way back towards the lift. The look in her eyes never changed. He screamed but all his yelling was swallowed up by the howling of the wind. Realizing too late that he couldn't breathe, Dante gasped for breath reaching out for Eliza before he passed out from suffocation.

The next time Dante awoke, he was lying just inside the lift. He gasped for breath, snapping up as he felt his breathing return to normal. Then he remembered Eliza was encased in that crystal. He jumped up getting to his feet then running back to where he last saw her. The entrance was frosted over in ice, and Dante kicked it in to get inside. The inside of the giant room looked like a huge death trap.

Dante kicked his way through the ice, trying to get to the middle of the room. As he reached his destination, he found Eliza…and Lady. Lady was impaled through the chest on a giant ice pike. Her eyes were vacant and she didn't move. Eliza was in the middle of the entire mess. The crystal that held her seemed to slowly melt away. Dante walked closer to her, reaching out to touch the crystal. But as soon as he got close enough to touch, the crystal imploded. It gushed out the same liquid that came out of the ground the first time.

The liquid knocked Dante off his feet and sent Eliza his way. He grabbed onto her as she came on the torrent of the ice cold liquid. As the liquid passed, Dante turned Eliza around in his arms. She looked the same as the day they buried her. Her skin was cold, but she felt as if she was warming. Dante picked her up with the intention of taking her back home. He knew she was alive. And now, his father couldn't deny the fact that she was.

Author's Note: Wow. It's been a looonnnggg time.

Sorry, for those of you who actually like this story. I sort of lost interest in this story, when I started doing Sympthay For The Devil. I'm not discontinuing it though, so theirs nothing to worry about.

The next chapter probably won't be up for a while, so don't hold your breath.

R&R if you want.