Sorry that this had taken so long, I accidentally deleted Word from my PC.
So here I am on Adam's PC, slowly taking over his computer and typing away.
Lol
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I'm a fountain of blood In the shape of a girl You're the Bird on the brim Hypnotized by the whirl Bjork; Bachlorette
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Dante tightened his grip on her wrist, twisting her arm to her back. Arkadi was putting up a brilliantly resilient fight, pushing a squirming, biting and snapping. Dante, who was twice her size, was having a hard time keeping her still.
Sinking her jaws into the skin on his hands, she kicked him in the shin. Dante yelped but didn't let go. A bit more of this and a few bones would break.
"Will you just stay still? Who are you anyway?" Dante demanded, placing a knee on her back.
Infuriated that they had managed to drag her into their headquarters, Arkadi struggled even more. With a moment of contemplation, she stopped her fighting and lay still. Dante stopped too, letting the girl stew for a moment. Caught completely off guard, he was thrown off, and Arkadi sped towards the door with Ebony and Ivory in her hands. The girl slammed through the streets. Spotting a street lamp, Arkadi scurried recklessly up the pole, somersaulting onto the top. Knowing that her form would be invisible from the ground below, she slowed her hard breathing and peered down below. Dante was storming towards her, cursing. The blonde, whom Arkadi had heard been called Trish was behind him.
"That wasn't normal." Trish commented as they scanned the scene.
"No kidding." Dante replied, placing his hands on his knees.
"She actually wore you out, hm?" Trish said breathlessly in amazement.
"Yea, just a little."
"She's not here." Trish said quietly as she scanned the dead ended alley.
"I'm gonna check the roofs." Dante said, regaining composure.
Arkadi froze. 'I think I could be in trouble.'
"I'll take the right hand side." Trish said, and leapt upwards.
Dante watched her leave and in turn, vaulted onto the building face. He delicately plucked himself onto the roof and stood there for a moment. His attention snapped to a figure slinking towards the ground.
"Hey!" Dante yelled, knowing immediately who it was.
'Damn my blond hair!' Arkadi thought as she barreled down the deserted roads. She took another corner but was pulled roughly to the side. Snarling, Arkadi without hesitance began kicking for freedom. Ebony and Ivory dropped from her hands and Trish took a handful of hair and yanked. Never once did Arkadi scream, and she herself was positive she never would.
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"Holy shit she's strong!" Dante observed as both he and Trish held her down.
"This is ridiculous! It's taking both of us to hold down a teenager!" Trish said, strenuously trying to tie her up.
Dante for a moment once again lost his grip, earning him a square kick in the face. The hit was going to leave a mark, and he wasn't too happy about that.
Arkadi gritted her teethm wondering if she should give either of them a good spat in the face.
"Dear God, we just want to know why you attacked us!" Trish yelled in frustration.
"I suggest that you try not to make us mad." Dante growled.
"Funny, I'm already pissed as HELL!" Arkadi smirked.
"Tell us why you're here." Dante said, cocking his gun.
Arkadi heard a click of a weapon. She turned her voice smooth as cream and said, "And will you fuck me afterwards?"
Trish delivered a kick in the gut, making her blanch.
"Destroyer of Mundus, I've come to avenge him." Arkadi whispered, as if she had turned into some sort of record player.
"Whoa." Dante said stupefied.
"What'd you expect?" Trish asked vehemently, glaring at Dante.
"Ok, explain who you are." Dante said slowly.
"My name is Arkadi." The girl put simply, as though it were obvious.
"Hey, I've heard of you before." Dante said, "Bear Child?"
"Excuse me?" Trish asked, placing a hand on her waist.
"Rumor on the streets is that some demon child is running through the streets. Somebody even said that it was the reincarnation of the Devil"
"THE Devil?" Trish asked, with her lips pursed.
"Or so I've heard." Dante said.
Arkadi thought about this for a minute. She could play this to her advantage.
"Why don't you join us?" She asked, straining her neck to look at Dante.
Dante sniggered as though she had just asked him to stick a knife through his jugular, "Like hell I would."
"You and me? We could have a helluva time." Arkadi continued. "And besides, I'd like to see what you can do. In other words, fight me and try to defeat me."
"What makes you think I can't?" Dante inclined, kneeling to glare at her face.
"Just a guess." She replied sweetly.
~*~
Dante stood on the rain-slicked roof of DNC, his red cape flapping in the wind, Arkadi stood before him, looking rather placid. A storm cloud was stripping its way through the sky, and the streets were dimming as lights were turned off. Trish stood to the side, a makeshift referee.
Dante stood for a little while, looking at the other. For some reason, she was making no move to attack, just sitting there looking half asleep, as though she was in a trance.
"Dante!" Trish yelled, "Get out of there!!"
Dante looked at the floor, as it smoked and turned green. Already, the rubber of his soles had stared melding against the concrete surface.
"Shit!" Dante said, leaping up as fire sprung from the ground.
Arkadi wasn't even close to being done with him yet. Armed with several slabs of molten rock in her hands, she hurled them at Dante, who immediately activated his Devil Trigger. As his skin hardened and cracked, wings exploded from his back and horns protruded from the sides of his head. Clasping his hands together, spurts of lightning sprang and snapped in the air. A river of energy was cascading at Arkadi and being a bit too slow to dodge, was slammed into the building ledge. She laid still, her eyes close and muscles taut.
Dante hovered in the air for a moment, cautiously examining the scene. Rain had started drizzling and his energy was getting low. As his feet lightly touched the ground, something hit his back with incredible force. Stumbling, he saw Arkadi stand.
"What? Tired already?" Aradi asked, looking at him devilishly.
"That sneaky bitch," Trish muttered.
"Poor guy," She cooed, "Well, might as well finish this up."
With a wave of her hand, the thunderstorm above sparked anew, tossing a bolt of lightning at the place Dante stood. When the spark hit him, he yelled, falling to his feet. His skin was smoking. Dante looked at his opponent enraged. Arkadi had disappeared, leaving nothing behind but Dante's wounds and the seared markings on the concrete.
~*~
I'm a fountain of blood In the shape of a girl You're the Bird on the brim Hypnotized by the whirl Bjork; Bachlorette
~*~
Dante tightened his grip on her wrist, twisting her arm to her back. Arkadi was putting up a brilliantly resilient fight, pushing a squirming, biting and snapping. Dante, who was twice her size, was having a hard time keeping her still.
Sinking her jaws into the skin on his hands, she kicked him in the shin. Dante yelped but didn't let go. A bit more of this and a few bones would break.
"Will you just stay still? Who are you anyway?" Dante demanded, placing a knee on her back.
Infuriated that they had managed to drag her into their headquarters, Arkadi struggled even more. With a moment of contemplation, she stopped her fighting and lay still. Dante stopped too, letting the girl stew for a moment. Caught completely off guard, he was thrown off, and Arkadi sped towards the door with Ebony and Ivory in her hands. The girl slammed through the streets. Spotting a street lamp, Arkadi scurried recklessly up the pole, somersaulting onto the top. Knowing that her form would be invisible from the ground below, she slowed her hard breathing and peered down below. Dante was storming towards her, cursing. The blonde, whom Arkadi had heard been called Trish was behind him.
"That wasn't normal." Trish commented as they scanned the scene.
"No kidding." Dante replied, placing his hands on his knees.
"She actually wore you out, hm?" Trish said breathlessly in amazement.
"Yea, just a little."
"She's not here." Trish said quietly as she scanned the dead ended alley.
"I'm gonna check the roofs." Dante said, regaining composure.
Arkadi froze. 'I think I could be in trouble.'
"I'll take the right hand side." Trish said, and leapt upwards.
Dante watched her leave and in turn, vaulted onto the building face. He delicately plucked himself onto the roof and stood there for a moment. His attention snapped to a figure slinking towards the ground.
"Hey!" Dante yelled, knowing immediately who it was.
'Damn my blond hair!' Arkadi thought as she barreled down the deserted roads. She took another corner but was pulled roughly to the side. Snarling, Arkadi without hesitance began kicking for freedom. Ebony and Ivory dropped from her hands and Trish took a handful of hair and yanked. Never once did Arkadi scream, and she herself was positive she never would.
~*~
"Holy shit she's strong!" Dante observed as both he and Trish held her down.
"This is ridiculous! It's taking both of us to hold down a teenager!" Trish said, strenuously trying to tie her up.
Dante for a moment once again lost his grip, earning him a square kick in the face. The hit was going to leave a mark, and he wasn't too happy about that.
Arkadi gritted her teethm wondering if she should give either of them a good spat in the face.
"Dear God, we just want to know why you attacked us!" Trish yelled in frustration.
"I suggest that you try not to make us mad." Dante growled.
"Funny, I'm already pissed as HELL!" Arkadi smirked.
"Tell us why you're here." Dante said, cocking his gun.
Arkadi heard a click of a weapon. She turned her voice smooth as cream and said, "And will you fuck me afterwards?"
Trish delivered a kick in the gut, making her blanch.
"Destroyer of Mundus, I've come to avenge him." Arkadi whispered, as if she had turned into some sort of record player.
"Whoa." Dante said stupefied.
"What'd you expect?" Trish asked vehemently, glaring at Dante.
"Ok, explain who you are." Dante said slowly.
"My name is Arkadi." The girl put simply, as though it were obvious.
"Hey, I've heard of you before." Dante said, "Bear Child?"
"Excuse me?" Trish asked, placing a hand on her waist.
"Rumor on the streets is that some demon child is running through the streets. Somebody even said that it was the reincarnation of the Devil"
"THE Devil?" Trish asked, with her lips pursed.
"Or so I've heard." Dante said.
Arkadi thought about this for a minute. She could play this to her advantage.
"Why don't you join us?" She asked, straining her neck to look at Dante.
Dante sniggered as though she had just asked him to stick a knife through his jugular, "Like hell I would."
"You and me? We could have a helluva time." Arkadi continued. "And besides, I'd like to see what you can do. In other words, fight me and try to defeat me."
"What makes you think I can't?" Dante inclined, kneeling to glare at her face.
"Just a guess." She replied sweetly.
~*~
Dante stood on the rain-slicked roof of DNC, his red cape flapping in the wind, Arkadi stood before him, looking rather placid. A storm cloud was stripping its way through the sky, and the streets were dimming as lights were turned off. Trish stood to the side, a makeshift referee.
Dante stood for a little while, looking at the other. For some reason, she was making no move to attack, just sitting there looking half asleep, as though she was in a trance.
"Dante!" Trish yelled, "Get out of there!!"
Dante looked at the floor, as it smoked and turned green. Already, the rubber of his soles had stared melding against the concrete surface.
"Shit!" Dante said, leaping up as fire sprung from the ground.
Arkadi wasn't even close to being done with him yet. Armed with several slabs of molten rock in her hands, she hurled them at Dante, who immediately activated his Devil Trigger. As his skin hardened and cracked, wings exploded from his back and horns protruded from the sides of his head. Clasping his hands together, spurts of lightning sprang and snapped in the air. A river of energy was cascading at Arkadi and being a bit too slow to dodge, was slammed into the building ledge. She laid still, her eyes close and muscles taut.
Dante hovered in the air for a moment, cautiously examining the scene. Rain had started drizzling and his energy was getting low. As his feet lightly touched the ground, something hit his back with incredible force. Stumbling, he saw Arkadi stand.
"What? Tired already?" Aradi asked, looking at him devilishly.
"That sneaky bitch," Trish muttered.
"Poor guy," She cooed, "Well, might as well finish this up."
With a wave of her hand, the thunderstorm above sparked anew, tossing a bolt of lightning at the place Dante stood. When the spark hit him, he yelled, falling to his feet. His skin was smoking. Dante looked at his opponent enraged. Arkadi had disappeared, leaving nothing behind but Dante's wounds and the seared markings on the concrete.