Looks like I'm finally getting into the story. I'm gonna be changing the title soon and the summary, because I think it tends to be a little misleading. The story sounds as though it revolves around Dante when in actual fact, it involves his grandson (who I made up) called Arson. It looks like this chapter has a lot of dialogue in it. ^^; Sorry!!! Anyways, there's going to be lots of action in the near future.

Chapter 8

Arson and Rayne looked at each other sheepishly as Dawn glared at them. Rayne smiled nervously and then put his cell phone back into his jeans pocket. Arson fidgeted.

'I'm going to miss so many classes!' he complained. 'And they're all important too! I'm never going to be able to catch up before the mid-terms!' Rayne rolled his eyes.

'Think of it as an extra long holiday.'

'A holiday in Hell!' Arson yelled scornfully. 'Wow! How fun that'll be! Hey everybody! I'm going to Hell for a couple of weeks or two! I'm going to have so much fun! Yeah, I'll be running away from stinking monsters all the time! Oh, and I'm going to be mauled by giant cats too!'

'Shadows,' corrected Rayne promptly.

'Oh and I'll also be ripped to shreds by a crazed, axe wielding, green masked, cloaked lunatic too!'

'It's not an axe…it's a pair of scissors…or maybe a scythe…and they're called Sins, not Lunatics…'

'Shut up, Rayne! I'm never going to be able to leave school for that long! The Headmaster would never buy this story!' Rayne grinned at him.

'You're such a geek, Arse.'

'No I'm just serious.'

'Geek.'

'Serious!'

'Geek!'

'You're both IDIOTS!!!' bellowed Dawn. The two were silenced immediately. Dawn sighed with frustration. 'Arse…I mean Arson…why don't you just write a letter saying you have to go to a funeral or something and forge Trish's signature? You can say it's on the other side of the world or something.' Arson and Rayne gaped at her in surprise.

'You mean I should lie? And this is coming from an Angel???' Dawn nodded sternly.

'Desperate situations call for desperate measures,' she said airily. Rayne cleared his throat.

'I have another problem. My parents. They aren't just going to let me go to the Underworld.'

'Write a letter from the school telling them about a school trip and then forge the Head's signature. They'll never know the difference.' Rayne smiled.

'For an Angel, you're not that bad!' Dawn looked at him witheringly. Arson had started up his computer and was already typing out a letter. He paused suddenly.

'Rayne…do you have anything that your Mom's signed with you?' Rayne grinned and drew out an envelope from his jacket pocket.

'Sure do!' Arson took the envelope from him and frowned.

'What's in there anyway?'

'A bill that she asked me to pay in to the bank.' Arson quickly opened it and read it, looking for the signature. He started to smile as he saw it was a red bill.

'You're a bit late, aren't you?'

'What d'you mean?'

'You were supposed to pay this in by last Wednesday!' Rayne's eyes widened as he snatched the bill from him.

'You're kidding!'

'Nope.' Arson started to laugh uncontrollably. Dawn snatched the piece of paper from Rayne and then passed it back to Arson.

'I wouldn't worry about it if I were you. After all, you are coming to the Underworld with us, and it's unlikely that you'll ever come back.' Arson and Rayne span around to look at her.

'WHAT?!' Dawn smiled sweetly as she saw three letters printed out. 'It's too late to turn back now anyway. Now hurry up and pack a bag. Take only one with you; we have to travel light. Make sure you pack food, drink and any other essentials that we may need. We leave tomorrow.'

W

Arson woke up in the morning to see Dawn sitting by his side, stroking his hair gently. She smiled at him mildly.

'You were crying out in your sleep.' Arson said nothing. 'Was it bad?' Arson's soft eyes looked into her own.

'You said you knew everything about me. If that's the truth, then you'd know why.'

'Your mother.' Arson nodded once and then turned onto his side.

'I learnt then that not all angels are good. It makes me wonder. How do I know that I can trust you?' Dawn carried on running her fingers through his hair, her face pensive.

'If I had told a lie, He would have punished me.'

'My mother lied all the time…but she never got punished.'

'But she did. She was punished by having an unstable mind.'

'She said that she was punished by having me.' Arson grew quiet. Dawn stopped.

'That's all in the past now. Today there are people who care. Like Trish. She cares.' Arson nodded and slowly sat up.

'Wake Rayne up. We're going to go as soon as he's ready. I've got to help Trish.' Dawn left the room quietly to wake Rayne, who was lying sprawled out on the sofa. Arson slowly closed the door and got dressed, brushing his hair through hastily. He had wasted enough time. Trish was counting on him. Finally, Arson had the opportunity to pay back Trish's kindness. And he wouldn't ever pass that up easily.