Disclaimer: Capcom owns Trish, Dante, and the spider, believe it or die--I mean, not. Sorry it's a little short, but things aren't too sweet over here, but I'll pull through :0)

Trish didn't want to look in the rear view to see where a sudden roar came from behind them. Dante, didn't either, but as it began to rock violently in the car's tail end, they had to turn around and see what caused the turmoil.

"What," Dante growled, "That should be dead!"

"Oh, now you're surprised," Trish shot with attitude.

"Well I expected this, but not from something that should've went up in smoke with the rest of its friends," he replied.

More rocks tore at the car, but it wasn't the rocks that they were worried about. Nor was the fact that it was readying its powerful, body slamming signature move. No, those were all secondary to a second spider that began to arise from the asphalt right under the car.

"Tch, that's it," Dante stressed as he got out the car, and went to the spider's front and kicked him in the eyes repeatedly. Ten bone-crunching hits later, the spider fell apart before it could fully form whence it came.

Bewildered, all Dante could say as the car returned to the still rigid terrain, "Well, can't argue with results."

The second he ended the sentence, the other spider landed right in front of him, at the cost of flattening the entire car, possibly with Trish still inside. Of course he was perturbed by her persistent plight for this day to arrive, but to be fatally beaten in one attack was not how he wanted her to be paid in spades.

Before the beast could attack and fire point blank shots into Dante's face, it forged a confused look on its face and blew up right before him. Blocking all the debris, Dante looked around to see how bad the damage was, and it was as if the creature didn't even exist.

"Hi," Trish said to the side of him, "miss me?"

"Go away," he said, realizing it was better for her to have died than for her to live and force him into the test. But how can he take a test without a car?

"All right! Looks like I can't take it, now," he screamed in delight, as he prepared to run home in a matter of seconds, now that his Devil Gauge was filled from kicking the spider.

"You're right," Trish agreed lowly, as she hitched a ride on him as best as she could, without being cut up by his now scaly features.

It can only be imagined how big the smile was on his face. All Dante could think about was the fact that he was ready to take the day off and rest in his Lay-Z Ass © recliner, and see how many hot bodies he'd count from channel surfing today. Not only that, but he remembered that he had a date to be ready for, with an old high school friend named Ada Wong, who just recently moved into town. He even remembered the day ever so clearly, from the odd packages that were marked PROPERTY OF U.S. MILITRY, even down to her two flashy sports cars, which filled the void after her old one was destroyed by….

Oh sh*t, Dante said in mind, as he remembered the two other cars that lied in wait for him at home. He did his best to quickly turn away and make sure Trish didn't see them, thus triggering her memory, and destroying all his chances for freedom.

It was too late.

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