Devil May Cry

Dimensions to your world and the next

Chapter 25

Warnings: Language and Violence

*Author's Note: Yeah, so I am be back, I may not. Depends if I feel like it. Either way, chapters come up every day.

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You walked along side Dante, keeping with his steady strides as the two of you held a tight profile. The authority was still in search of the two of you. But namely, Dante. You over heard one of many media members speaking, stating that you could be a possible hostage under the handsome convict. And how wrong they were, you were just as much apart of this as Dante. Not that you wanted to be. The last thing you needed in your life was a damn record. But that was when you reminded yourself, you didn't live in this world. You were merely trying to get out in fact.

"It's just down here," Dante stated, jerking his head towards the end of the narrow and empty alleyway. You cocked your head to the side, walking towards the front door. "What's the matter?" Dante asked, intrigued by your sudden confused expression. You shrugged.

"I don't know. I guess I expected something bigger, like a mansion or something?"

"Not all users of black magic live in huge houses," he remarked. You shrugged again and followed behind him as he walked up the small flight of stairs. He strode towards the large oak door. The long golden handle glistened from the slow setting sun. You hadn't realized until now how long you and Dante have been running. Dante lifted his fist, hesitantly knocking loudly on the door. You looked behind your shoulder, hoping that no one has spotted you. You wouldn't be surprised if you and Dante were on the news by now. Another knock from Dante caused you to snap your head back to the door. Still, there was that same silence as before. Was anybody even home? Dante tried again, and yet still nothing.

"Well, this isn't what I expected," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. Dante didn't say anything, but instead brought his hand to the door knob, turning it and pushing his weight to the door. With lack of effort, the door opened.

Dante and you exchanged looks, both shrugging it off before entering the small town house. The floor creaked as you stepped on the old dusty, rotten wooden boards. You gazed around the foyer. The light was dim, the painted walls dull.

Everything seemed so quiet and steady. "Hello?" you called out in the dark abyss. Your voice echoed through out the house, bouncing back to your ears. Dante continued his way to another room. Reluctantly, you followed.

"Where is this guy?" you asked Dante. He shrugged, walking his way through the house as if invited. You sighed. The two of you entered the living room. A tattered old gray couch was set in the middle of the room. Books surrounded it in large piles. The cream walls were cracked and dented in various places. Spiders were finding refuge in the corners of the room, creating their webs. This place seemed old, or the owner just didn't know the first thing to know about cleaning.

Dante followed his way towards the kitchen. Dirty plates still lay on the black counter, flies swarming around it. "Hello? Anybody home?" you called out again but there was still no answer. You let out a frustrated sigh as Dante and you left the kitchen, back to the foyer where laid a large staircase.

Dante exchanged a nod with you, finding that Maxis could be up there and wrapped up in his studies. The creaky steps echoed around the empty house making you a little frightened. You have seen this house before. Oh, yes, in a lot of horror movies. Once the victim thinks that no one is home, and drops their guard, that's when the murderer strikes. You swallowed loudly at the thought. Dante looked over at you with a smirk before taking your hand in his, possibly to reassure you were safe. You smiled towards him, and nodded for him to resume up the steps. He did without a second thought and walked up. You placed your hand on the metal rail, only to retract it from the sheet of dust and webs that lay atop.

"Anybody home?" Dante finally called out but he also didn't get an answer. You shrugged and followed at the top of the stairs down the narrow hall. A red rotting rug lay beneath you, under you feet. Paintings decorated the walls, along with the flower and striped old wallpaper that was beginning to peel. Many doors were against each wall. All were closed mysteriously. Except, of course, one door. It was just down the hall. The last room. It was slightly opened, light pouring out from the crevice. Dante pulled you towards it. Now new imaginable theories came to your head. It was like other horror movies.

There would be one room in the whole house that is lightened. But once the victim enters it, it's completely empty. While the victim ponders, the murderer comes from behind and strangles them. Yup, you've seen a lot of horror flicks, and now your mind was flooding with them. As you thought about this you neared closer towards the door behind Dante. He let go of your hand and knocked on the door before stepping in.

"Maxis?" he questioned. You entered in beside him. The room seemed like a small library. Many bookshelves were against the walls, all stacked with thick novels. A desk sat in the middle of the dark blue and gold carpeted room. But still, there was no one there. The small lamp atop the desk was what had illuminated the room with light.

"If the light is on, someone has to be here," you remarked as you walked further into the room, looking around the filled bookshelves. Dante narrowed his eyes at the light, feeling a tad bit suspicious. You followed your way across the room, looking at the titles of the many books that were imprinted on the spines. As you walked your way behind the desk, you tripped over something firm and fell on your knees. You looked behind you too see what it was. Your eyes widened and you backed up vigorously with your hands, causing your back to hit hard against a bookshelf. Some of the books fell out, dropping to your sides. You didn't mind them; you focused your eyes on the figure that lay on your feet. A body.

"________, are you all right?" Dante asked, walking towards you and stopping before the body that lay on the floor.

You let out a shaky breath, studying the knife that was pierced through the back of the body, blood flowing from the wound. Dante slowly turned the body with his foot to reveal the impaled face of a man. His face was bloody.

"Maxis..." you said, "w-who did this?"

"I did." You and Dante jerked your head towards the voice. A figure stood at the doorway. A figure, with blue hair.

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*Author's Note: Oh, so I see I'm going to be putting some suspense up until I come back.