*Pulls Headbanger62 back up, and apologises for making the story too darn
good!* :P
Ok, here's chapter 3. Someone reviewed me saying they wanted to know what Virgil looked like. Don't worry, I consider that a SUGGESTION, not a flame, I won't go and commit suicide. (I'm a wuss, but not THAT much of a wuss. : P)
Ok, well here's what he looks like (I can't be bothered to work it into the story, I already did a scene in front of the mirror).
He's about the same build as Dante, has short, black hair which is spiky at the front (not quite Zack from FF7 type though)
A little smaller than Dante, and not a particularly strong person. (He's a computer nut you see)
Oh, and he likes to wear dark clothes and go clubbing.
Just think 'Shorter Dante with black spiky hair'
Anyway, here's chapter 3.
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Virgil looked at the switch, not knowing what it was at first, he went up to it, throwing the books aside to get a better view. It was a bronze switch on a silver plate. He flicked it.
The bookcase started to rumble and slid aside, revealing some steps leading downwards. Virgil just stood there hardly believing what he had just seen. This was like something in one of those old movies. He heard another rumble and the bookcase started to roll back into place. He dashed through into the darkness.
After the bookcase closed behind him, it turned pitch-black. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. He was just about to turn back when a row of candles lit up on their own accord, leading down the stairs.
"Now THAT, is freaky" he said to himself, but then noticed that they were actually imitation candles flickering away inside the bulbs. The nervousness subsiding, he cautiously went down the stairs. With every step he took, a loud 'clomp' would follow. His shadow was cast eerily on the far wall, jumping up and down whenever one of the lights flickered. He finally reached the bottom.
The floor was covered in small black pebbles, and he could see that the ground was wet. They were near the coast though, and he was down quite deep so this didn't shock him. He took a look around.
He saw a couple of racks and walked up to them. They were wine racks. "All this for just a couple of racks of wine?!?" he thought. He took a look at one of the bottles.
~1979~ "must have been a good year" he thought. He chuckled. as if he cared. All alcohol was the same as far as he was concerned. Drink, get drunk, do it again. A perfect plan. He picked up a bottle and started to go up the stairs, when he heard a 'click' behind him.
He turned around to see a crack in the wall, and a beam of light shining through. He carefully put down the wine and walked over to it. This light was far brighter than the light in the room he was in. He felt around the crack, and found a handle. He pulled on it.
What he saw next was almost unimaginable. It was a furnished room, like in one of those old houses. A red carpet lined the floor, and couches were in the corners. There was even an electric heater in here! The floor no longer crunched under his feet because there was concrete supporting it. On the walls there were what looked like, trophies. The room was well illuminated.
"Skulls of . . . goats?"
He looked around, there were scythes, axes, and guns. "Hold it. Guns?" he grinned like a little kid saying only one thing. "Cool."
Underneath all of the weapons were names engraved. 'Ebony and Ivory', two of the biggest handguns he'd ever seen. 'Old yeller' a sawn off shotgun. Why anyone would name a shotgun that was beyond him. 'Nightmare B' "What a strange name" he thought "Even I could have come up with something better than that. Gun looks cool though"
He walked along finding a nailgun and a grenade launcher. He went to the other side of the wall where the melee weapons were. 'Death scythe', 'Sin scissors'. He was quite confused.
"I knew he collected antiques, but I NEVER thought it would be anything like THIS." He continued looking.
'Force Edge' The sword seemed to shine in the darkness. "Nice" he said. And moved to the next item suspended on the wall.
'Gauntlets of Ifrit' He could have sworn he felt some heat coming from them, but dismissed it.
'Alist. . . .' he was about to finish reading when he felt something touch the back of his neck. He quickly turned around to see what it was. Nothing was there. Then he felt something hit his face, it was REALLY cold and wet. He stepped out of the way to see a leak in the ceiling. He let out a sigh of relief, wiped away the water, and continued looking around. He saw a small pedestal near the centre of the room. On it was an open book. He picked it up and studied it, thinking it was some sort of antique. It was written in English.
This was a diary, his fathers' diary.
Well, being the nosy person he is, Virgil turned to the very beginning and started to read.
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MUWAHAHAHAHAHAA! Damn, I'm cruel! Ain't I cruel? Now you have to wait another day before I write the next chapter.
I hope you enjoyed this one though.
You want more? Then give me reviews, I love them (they make me feel big :P)
Ok, here's chapter 3. Someone reviewed me saying they wanted to know what Virgil looked like. Don't worry, I consider that a SUGGESTION, not a flame, I won't go and commit suicide. (I'm a wuss, but not THAT much of a wuss. : P)
Ok, well here's what he looks like (I can't be bothered to work it into the story, I already did a scene in front of the mirror).
He's about the same build as Dante, has short, black hair which is spiky at the front (not quite Zack from FF7 type though)
A little smaller than Dante, and not a particularly strong person. (He's a computer nut you see)
Oh, and he likes to wear dark clothes and go clubbing.
Just think 'Shorter Dante with black spiky hair'
Anyway, here's chapter 3.
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Virgil looked at the switch, not knowing what it was at first, he went up to it, throwing the books aside to get a better view. It was a bronze switch on a silver plate. He flicked it.
The bookcase started to rumble and slid aside, revealing some steps leading downwards. Virgil just stood there hardly believing what he had just seen. This was like something in one of those old movies. He heard another rumble and the bookcase started to roll back into place. He dashed through into the darkness.
After the bookcase closed behind him, it turned pitch-black. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. He was just about to turn back when a row of candles lit up on their own accord, leading down the stairs.
"Now THAT, is freaky" he said to himself, but then noticed that they were actually imitation candles flickering away inside the bulbs. The nervousness subsiding, he cautiously went down the stairs. With every step he took, a loud 'clomp' would follow. His shadow was cast eerily on the far wall, jumping up and down whenever one of the lights flickered. He finally reached the bottom.
The floor was covered in small black pebbles, and he could see that the ground was wet. They were near the coast though, and he was down quite deep so this didn't shock him. He took a look around.
He saw a couple of racks and walked up to them. They were wine racks. "All this for just a couple of racks of wine?!?" he thought. He took a look at one of the bottles.
~1979~ "must have been a good year" he thought. He chuckled. as if he cared. All alcohol was the same as far as he was concerned. Drink, get drunk, do it again. A perfect plan. He picked up a bottle and started to go up the stairs, when he heard a 'click' behind him.
He turned around to see a crack in the wall, and a beam of light shining through. He carefully put down the wine and walked over to it. This light was far brighter than the light in the room he was in. He felt around the crack, and found a handle. He pulled on it.
What he saw next was almost unimaginable. It was a furnished room, like in one of those old houses. A red carpet lined the floor, and couches were in the corners. There was even an electric heater in here! The floor no longer crunched under his feet because there was concrete supporting it. On the walls there were what looked like, trophies. The room was well illuminated.
"Skulls of . . . goats?"
He looked around, there were scythes, axes, and guns. "Hold it. Guns?" he grinned like a little kid saying only one thing. "Cool."
Underneath all of the weapons were names engraved. 'Ebony and Ivory', two of the biggest handguns he'd ever seen. 'Old yeller' a sawn off shotgun. Why anyone would name a shotgun that was beyond him. 'Nightmare B' "What a strange name" he thought "Even I could have come up with something better than that. Gun looks cool though"
He walked along finding a nailgun and a grenade launcher. He went to the other side of the wall where the melee weapons were. 'Death scythe', 'Sin scissors'. He was quite confused.
"I knew he collected antiques, but I NEVER thought it would be anything like THIS." He continued looking.
'Force Edge' The sword seemed to shine in the darkness. "Nice" he said. And moved to the next item suspended on the wall.
'Gauntlets of Ifrit' He could have sworn he felt some heat coming from them, but dismissed it.
'Alist. . . .' he was about to finish reading when he felt something touch the back of his neck. He quickly turned around to see what it was. Nothing was there. Then he felt something hit his face, it was REALLY cold and wet. He stepped out of the way to see a leak in the ceiling. He let out a sigh of relief, wiped away the water, and continued looking around. He saw a small pedestal near the centre of the room. On it was an open book. He picked it up and studied it, thinking it was some sort of antique. It was written in English.
This was a diary, his fathers' diary.
Well, being the nosy person he is, Virgil turned to the very beginning and started to read.
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MUWAHAHAHAHAHAA! Damn, I'm cruel! Ain't I cruel? Now you have to wait another day before I write the next chapter.
I hope you enjoyed this one though.
You want more? Then give me reviews, I love them (they make me feel big :P)