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Chapter 6 The Wolf Clan
Dyne felt himself being set down. He could hear people talking. Although he wasn't hurting anymore, he decided to play hooky and listen to the conversation.
"What the hell did you guys do?" A man asked.
"Well, I saw these two fighting a shadow. Apparently, this one got hurt. The other one killed the thing." A gruff voice answered.
"Hey, come help this one doc, he's pretty hurt. He tried to wack that demon with a sword and got a chest full of spikes." A young girl said.
"Alright, I'll try to fix him up. Lay his stuff down over there."
Dyne heard a few pairs of feet coming towards him. They stopped next to him. He felt someone tug at his shirt.
"Give me some scissors." The apparent doc said.
"Man, this was a perfectly good shirt. . ." Dyne thought as his shirt was cut down the middle in the front. He felt them open it up.
"What the hell? I thought you said he was wounded. There's nothing but blood here." The man said in a surprised tone.
"No, I saw the holes! There were like, 15 holes in his chest! They couldn't have just disappeared." The woman argued.
Suddenly, Dyne sat up. All three people jumped back, scared shitless.
"Son of a bitch! Don't fuckin' do that! God I hate demons!" The doc yelled.
Dyne looked around. He saw a middle aged skinny man, the stout, young man from the street earlier, and the young woman from earlier. They were looking at him in horror. Dyne felt his bare chest. There wasn't a hole in him. He felt a lot better now.
"Hoooh! Man, that fuckin' hurt!" Dyne yelled. He stretched his arms in the air and looked around. The stout man had a sawed off shotgun pointed at Dyne, the other two were just staring at him. He was layed out on an old bed.
"Hey, what's up? Where's my brother? I saw you bash him in the head." Dyne said, staring at the stout man with the shotgun. No one moved or said a word. Dyne hopped out of the bed and stretched. This action only made the shotgun man more alert. He was holding that shotgun pretty tight. Dyne decided to calm everyone down.
"Hey. . .I ain't gonna hurt no one. I just want to know why you guys knocked out my brother and captured us." He looked at the man with the shotgun again. "Put that damn thing down. I can dodge that bullet before you even squeeze the trigger. Even if you did hit me, I'd probably hop up in a few minutes anyways." Dyne said, pacing around in front of the three.
"He's got a point." Someone said. Dyne looked out of the corner of his eye to see the young man from on the steet coming into the room. He had a plate of food. "It only took us, oh. . .three minutes to get him here. He's already completely healed." The man looked at Dyne, not much of an expression on his face. "Here, thought you'd get better soon, so I brought you some food." He then set the plate down on a little table next to the bed.
"Thanks." Dyne said. He sat down and began eating. It wasn't much, but it would fill him up for a while.
The stout man looked at the boy. "Hey! Don't be feeding him now! We're having lunch soon. I don't wanna feed these guys yet."
Dyne looked at the man. "So, why'd ya knock my brother out again?" The man had lowered and put the gun away by now, but he still had his hand on it.
"I knew you guys were demons, I though you'd put up a fight. I wanna persuade you guys not to attack us." The man explained.
Dyne scoffed. "Well, THAT isn't the way to do it, now is it?"
Soon after Dyne finished eating, a middle aged man walked into the room. He had black hair pulled back into a short ponytail. His eyes were orange and he had some scars on his face. He stood in front of Dyne, hands behind his back.
"Hello." He said.
"Yo, who are you guys anyways?" Dyne asked. The man began to pace.
"I'm Skail, the man who knocked out your brother is Kimra, that young lady there is Saia, that boy there is Leuthe, and Troy is our doctor." The man explained. He stopped paceing. "You are Dante Spardas' boys, right?"
Dyne knodded. Kimra's eyes widened.
"You're Dante's son?!" He exclaimed.
Dyne knodded again. "Oh, shit. . ." Kimra groaned, turning many shades whiter. He quickly left the room, Leuthe and Troy following shortly after. Kimra knew he was going to face the wrath of Dante. . .
Dyne had caught a glimpse of Kimra's face before he'd left. He snickered a little. He thought about how protective his dad was of them. If something bad happened to them, Dante would definitely be kicking some ass.
Skail came close to Dyne. "Well, shall we go get your brother and talk some business?" Skail asked.
"Business?"
* * * * *
Tye began to stir. He could hear someone talking.
"Oh shit! He's waking up! God, please don't let him be pissed!" A man said in a paniced tone. Tye opened his eyes and looked around. There were two men standing in front of him. One was a very young man, the other probably 25 or so. The older one was pale as a ghost, and was staring at Tye. He looked very worried. It was Kimra and Leuthe.
"Where am I?" Tye ask faintly. The older man seemed somewhat relieved.
"You're in our home." He said quietly.
Tye groaned. Nothing seemed to be going well today. He rubbed his head.
"Hey, Tye." A voice called. Tye looked up to see Dyne standing in a doorway in nothing but partially bloody jeans. He had some drying blood on his chest, and most of his upper body. He also had some in his hair. He had his usual cocky smirk across his face. Tye smiled.
"Your alright."
Dyne nodded. Tye felt a great bit of relief to see that his brother wasn't hurt. He had half a thought to criticize him for his ignorance, but decided against it for the time being. He stood up and noticed another man coming into the room behind Dyne. It was Skail.
"Who are all you people? I thought there wasn't anyone here." Tye asked.
"Most of us are members of the Wolf clan." Skail explained.
Tye had heard of them before. It was a demon clan.
"You guys are demons?!" Tye yelled. Dyne jumped away from Skail and, since they had taken his weapons, took a fighting stance.
Skail put one hand up in the air. "Listen, we don't want to hurt you. We don't associate with other demons anymore. We came to the human world to get away from the others. We took on human forms as well. We just want your help."
Dyne untensed he stood up straight and stared at Skail. "So, what do you guys want OUR help for?" Skail began leaving the room.
"I'll tell you over lunch. Why don't we go ahead and eat. Mace should be done making it by now." Skail left, leaving everyone else standing around, looking at each other.
After a few moments, Dyne punched one fist into an open palm. "Well, let's go get some grub, huh?"
I'm done with that one. I'll go ahead and write the next one too. I'm bored again. (Not like I get to do anything but sit around at home, being a lazy butt anyways.) Give it a review please, this is the only thing other that my drawings that I get praise for.
Chapter 6 The Wolf Clan
Dyne felt himself being set down. He could hear people talking. Although he wasn't hurting anymore, he decided to play hooky and listen to the conversation.
"What the hell did you guys do?" A man asked.
"Well, I saw these two fighting a shadow. Apparently, this one got hurt. The other one killed the thing." A gruff voice answered.
"Hey, come help this one doc, he's pretty hurt. He tried to wack that demon with a sword and got a chest full of spikes." A young girl said.
"Alright, I'll try to fix him up. Lay his stuff down over there."
Dyne heard a few pairs of feet coming towards him. They stopped next to him. He felt someone tug at his shirt.
"Give me some scissors." The apparent doc said.
"Man, this was a perfectly good shirt. . ." Dyne thought as his shirt was cut down the middle in the front. He felt them open it up.
"What the hell? I thought you said he was wounded. There's nothing but blood here." The man said in a surprised tone.
"No, I saw the holes! There were like, 15 holes in his chest! They couldn't have just disappeared." The woman argued.
Suddenly, Dyne sat up. All three people jumped back, scared shitless.
"Son of a bitch! Don't fuckin' do that! God I hate demons!" The doc yelled.
Dyne looked around. He saw a middle aged skinny man, the stout, young man from the street earlier, and the young woman from earlier. They were looking at him in horror. Dyne felt his bare chest. There wasn't a hole in him. He felt a lot better now.
"Hoooh! Man, that fuckin' hurt!" Dyne yelled. He stretched his arms in the air and looked around. The stout man had a sawed off shotgun pointed at Dyne, the other two were just staring at him. He was layed out on an old bed.
"Hey, what's up? Where's my brother? I saw you bash him in the head." Dyne said, staring at the stout man with the shotgun. No one moved or said a word. Dyne hopped out of the bed and stretched. This action only made the shotgun man more alert. He was holding that shotgun pretty tight. Dyne decided to calm everyone down.
"Hey. . .I ain't gonna hurt no one. I just want to know why you guys knocked out my brother and captured us." He looked at the man with the shotgun again. "Put that damn thing down. I can dodge that bullet before you even squeeze the trigger. Even if you did hit me, I'd probably hop up in a few minutes anyways." Dyne said, pacing around in front of the three.
"He's got a point." Someone said. Dyne looked out of the corner of his eye to see the young man from on the steet coming into the room. He had a plate of food. "It only took us, oh. . .three minutes to get him here. He's already completely healed." The man looked at Dyne, not much of an expression on his face. "Here, thought you'd get better soon, so I brought you some food." He then set the plate down on a little table next to the bed.
"Thanks." Dyne said. He sat down and began eating. It wasn't much, but it would fill him up for a while.
The stout man looked at the boy. "Hey! Don't be feeding him now! We're having lunch soon. I don't wanna feed these guys yet."
Dyne looked at the man. "So, why'd ya knock my brother out again?" The man had lowered and put the gun away by now, but he still had his hand on it.
"I knew you guys were demons, I though you'd put up a fight. I wanna persuade you guys not to attack us." The man explained.
Dyne scoffed. "Well, THAT isn't the way to do it, now is it?"
Soon after Dyne finished eating, a middle aged man walked into the room. He had black hair pulled back into a short ponytail. His eyes were orange and he had some scars on his face. He stood in front of Dyne, hands behind his back.
"Hello." He said.
"Yo, who are you guys anyways?" Dyne asked. The man began to pace.
"I'm Skail, the man who knocked out your brother is Kimra, that young lady there is Saia, that boy there is Leuthe, and Troy is our doctor." The man explained. He stopped paceing. "You are Dante Spardas' boys, right?"
Dyne knodded. Kimra's eyes widened.
"You're Dante's son?!" He exclaimed.
Dyne knodded again. "Oh, shit. . ." Kimra groaned, turning many shades whiter. He quickly left the room, Leuthe and Troy following shortly after. Kimra knew he was going to face the wrath of Dante. . .
Dyne had caught a glimpse of Kimra's face before he'd left. He snickered a little. He thought about how protective his dad was of them. If something bad happened to them, Dante would definitely be kicking some ass.
Skail came close to Dyne. "Well, shall we go get your brother and talk some business?" Skail asked.
"Business?"
* * * * *
Tye began to stir. He could hear someone talking.
"Oh shit! He's waking up! God, please don't let him be pissed!" A man said in a paniced tone. Tye opened his eyes and looked around. There were two men standing in front of him. One was a very young man, the other probably 25 or so. The older one was pale as a ghost, and was staring at Tye. He looked very worried. It was Kimra and Leuthe.
"Where am I?" Tye ask faintly. The older man seemed somewhat relieved.
"You're in our home." He said quietly.
Tye groaned. Nothing seemed to be going well today. He rubbed his head.
"Hey, Tye." A voice called. Tye looked up to see Dyne standing in a doorway in nothing but partially bloody jeans. He had some drying blood on his chest, and most of his upper body. He also had some in his hair. He had his usual cocky smirk across his face. Tye smiled.
"Your alright."
Dyne nodded. Tye felt a great bit of relief to see that his brother wasn't hurt. He had half a thought to criticize him for his ignorance, but decided against it for the time being. He stood up and noticed another man coming into the room behind Dyne. It was Skail.
"Who are all you people? I thought there wasn't anyone here." Tye asked.
"Most of us are members of the Wolf clan." Skail explained.
Tye had heard of them before. It was a demon clan.
"You guys are demons?!" Tye yelled. Dyne jumped away from Skail and, since they had taken his weapons, took a fighting stance.
Skail put one hand up in the air. "Listen, we don't want to hurt you. We don't associate with other demons anymore. We came to the human world to get away from the others. We took on human forms as well. We just want your help."
Dyne untensed he stood up straight and stared at Skail. "So, what do you guys want OUR help for?" Skail began leaving the room.
"I'll tell you over lunch. Why don't we go ahead and eat. Mace should be done making it by now." Skail left, leaving everyone else standing around, looking at each other.
After a few moments, Dyne punched one fist into an open palm. "Well, let's go get some grub, huh?"
I'm done with that one. I'll go ahead and write the next one too. I'm bored again. (Not like I get to do anything but sit around at home, being a lazy butt anyways.) Give it a review please, this is the only thing other that my drawings that I get praise for.