Lady Deadly Nightshade: Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or anything that pertains to them. I only own the character Gabriel and Amara, but she will not show up much in this fic. Blah, blah, blah. ^_^
Lady Deadly Nightshade: Here, finally, hot off the presses is chapter 7 for you peeps! Let me warn you now, it's another cliffhanger. Muah ha ha! Evil I know and damn proud! ^_^ Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy reading it, please read and review! Please, with a cheery on top! ^_^ So enough of my blabbing and on to the story!
Chapter 7- The Island of Lost Souls
Trish led him out of Devil Never Cry. Gabriel pulled his arm out of her grasp; he was tired of being dragged around. "Wait Trish! Where are we going?" He asked her.
"We're going to the Island of Lost Souls. It has a gateway to the underworld. We need to go there to save your father." She replied.
"An Island? How are we going to get there?"
"We're going to fly there. Your father taught me how."
"My father must be a man of many talents." Gabriel replied.
Trish smiled at him. "Yea, he's very versatile." She replied.
"Well then let's go and save my father." He said with determination. "I'll drive us to the airport." He gestured to his car.
"No need Gabriel, I'll drive."
Gabriel glanced around the street for a car and only saw his. "Drive what, exactly?" He asked with a cocked eyebrow.
She simply smiled at him. "Come on." She instructed. They both walked behind Devil Never Cry and there stood a black motorcycle. "That's what I'm driving." She gestured to the bike. She walked over and got on the motorcycle. Gabriel stood there, watching her in a daze. "Gabriel, come on!" She called out impatiently.
"Sorry!" Gabriel apologized, waking from his trance and climbed on to the motorcycle.
"Hang on kid!" Trish advised him. Gabriel grabbed on to Trish's sides. Trish revved the engine and they sped off.
They drove until they were out of the city limits. They were traveling at a remarkably accelerated speed. Gabriel had to hang on tightly to Trish, he didn't want to risk flying off the motorcycle. They continued on the highway until they reached a dirt road that was slightly obscured from view. No one could tell it was a road unless they already knew about it. The dirt road led them to a dead end.
"What is this place?" Gabriel asked climbing off the motorcycle. He could see a small cabin and a large hanger close to the cabin.
"It's your father's place. He used to come here sometimes to escape the hectically of the city. It was a place where he could relax and not worry about anything." She parked the motorcycle, climbed off, and headed toward the hanger.
Gabriel followed closely behind her, lingering behind to collect his thoughts. Trish reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a key. She proceeded to open the lock and push open the double doors. Inside the hanger, there was a small airplane.
Trish and Gabriel stepped into the plane. Trish sat in the pilot seat and began to set the plane into motion. Gabriel sat beside her in the co-pilot seat. He turned back to the long seat in the plane and placed there swords there. He turned back to face forward and they both buckled up.
"Everything's ready for take off. Are you ready?" Trish asked him.
"Let's rock baby!" He replied. Trish couldn't help but smile at hearing one of Dante's favorite expressions coming from Gabriel's mouth.
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Gabriel laid his head against the head of the airplane seat and gazed out of the window. He looked out into the sky watching the slowly setting sun. The sky had a lovely red-orange tint to it. He watched the serenity of the scene and a yawn escaped his lips. The airplane ride was also so soothing that his eyelids slowly started to close.
Trish glanced over at him and smiled. Get some rest Gabriel. You're going to need to be well rested especially to save your father, she said mentally. Rest, she added. She reached over and very gently pushed back a strand of silvery-black hair from his face. He stirred slightly but didn't wake. She forced her attention back to the journey ahead. It would be a difficult task and her instincts were assuring her it would be. Trish pushed these negative thoughts from her mind. It would still be a while until they reached the island.
Trish had landed the plane without any complications. She climbed out of the plane and glanced around at the desolate, deserted surroundings that encircled her. The once busy airport, once full of tourists that flocked to this island paradise, now was an empty shell of a building. No one dared to set foot on the island since people disappeared here over twenty years ago. They believed that the island was cursed and that evil things roamed freely here. They were right about that, Trish thought grimly as she remembered what the news report had said about the island. Now the island appeared quiet and deserted from all things, but she was alert just in case.
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Gabriel ran at full speed down the hallway of the gigantic castle. He could hear the heavy footfalls behind him. He glanced back there was nothing in sight. He had out run it for now. That was a good thing since his lungs were burning he needed to catch his breath. He ran to the end of the hallway. There stood a set of double doors, one was open and one closed. He hid behind the closed one and peered into the room. He saw five grim reapers flying through the air. They had scythes in their hands and their rambunctious laughter filled the room. Gabriel hid behind the door, out if the Sin Scythes view, their laughter filtering into the hallway.
Gabriel contemplated his options, the demon or the five Sin Scythes. He made up his mind rather quickly, withdrew Alastor from behind his back and headed back the way he came. He stopped in the middle of the hallway, the demon stood in the entrance of the hallway.
"All right no more running!" Gabriel shouted, pointing his sword threateningly at the demon.
The demon stood there a red hue around him. He stood there silently, regarding Gabriel.
"What are you waiting for? An invitation?" He replied sarcastically. Come on fight me!" He demanded.
The demon unsheathed his sword from behind his back, but didn't advance. Instead the demon transformed into a man. He was clad all in red with silvery hair that slightly obscured his blue eyes. His eyes flashed blue for a second and then they were red. He appeared possessed by something.
In a second, he advanced on Gabriel, pushing him against the wall, lifting him off the floor by his throat. Caught off guard, Gabriel dropped Alastor. Shit, he cursed inwardly. Gabriel tried to pry the demon's hands off his throat, but the demon was too strong.
"My son," the man said through a sneer. His face a mask of hatred.
"Father?" Gabriel uttered in disbelief. "It can't be!" He gasped for breath; the hand had tighten around his throat almost completely cutting off his air supply.
"Foolish boy, why did you come here?" Dante snarled. "I never wanted to see you. I thought I made that clear when I abandoned you!" He said venomously. His red eyes gazed into Gabriel's frightened blue eyes and those red eyes reflected nothing but hatred. "For your foolishness you will die!" Dante's face twisted with rage. Gabriel couldn't breathe anymore, yet alone have the strength to fight him.
Dante pulled back his sword, ready to strike.
"Father, no!" Gabriel managed to utter.
Dante sneered and laughed manically. He was enjoying the look of terror on his son's face. It reminded him of a deer caught in a car's headlights.
"Bye son and good riddance!" He spat out and plunged the sword forward.
Lady Deadly Nightshade: WOW! What a cliffhanger! Well I hope you awesome people enjoyed Chapter 7, now please review. You know you want too! See ya everyone! ^_^
