CHAPTER 3: RIVIVAL

"It's amazing how fast people will believe you would trust their story." Dante muttered as he walked left leaving his sword.

"I'll find a way out of here then find that bastard who killed me, and I'll do it alone with no false sword but with my guns and I'll even use my bare hands if I can kill him and the guy who put the bounty on my head." Dante growled out loud to no one particular losing control to his anger.

"Calm, just stay calm." Dante reminded himself while walking around looking for an exit.

He turned and seen a foggy area and then some light. He ran towards it
as fast as he could but it seemed to be moving back at the same pace.
He didn't give up as he still continued to run. Soon he came to the
area and seen a spiked steel door with a lock on it. He pondered on
how to open the door when he seen his guns Ebony and Ivory just lying
on the rough ground. He picked them up slowly feeling their every
texture before he shot of the hinges.

The door creaked open with an eerie screeching sound. When he walked up to it he seen it was nothing but mountains there with a blizzard coming. He shut the door fast not wanting to face the harsh cold of the storm. Then he continued to walk trying to find a new safe exit.

"What is this thing?" Dante asked himself in an uncertain tone.

He was staring at a giant silver pole as he examined it. "What is this?" Dante mutter as he touched the pole.

He felt a surge of pain going in his mind. His head felt like it was splitting open and he keep seeing flashing images of a dark street with a bus driving by as a lady screamed out in pain. Then he had seen full black and nothing else.

"Ouch my head." Dante said as he looked around seeing he was in a street. He looked around then up to a street sign. It read 168 South Beach Florida.

"Was that all a dream when I was out? It had to be this is where I passed out." Dante muttered to himself while pushing himself up.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the same screams of fear and pain. He ran to his bike and drove towards the sounds. He ended up near an alley where he seen a women in he mid twenties pinned to a wall crying. She wore a blue short shirt with a white tight shirt. Her boots were removed recently by two of the four demons that had her cornered.

Dante tried to move but it seemed as if an invisible force held him in place. He stared at the full bat demons as they looked in his direction but looked as if they seen nothing.

"Hey boss what should we do with her?" The red on asked dumbly while feeling her leg. "How about letting me keep her?"

"You infidel we'll ransom her that way we can get her." The tallest one who was black replied as her looked around.

"I agree we should ransom her." The leader said as his silver skin flashed as a street light reflected on his body.

As he went to touch her face she bit him causing him to lose his anger and attack her. He slapped her with his sharp nail like a rack hits grass. "Bitch you'll learn your lesson." He said as he choked her causing her to cough blood from her mouth. He then punched her in the gut making a sick cracking sound as her ribs broke.

"What the hell is this, I can't move." Dante asked himself as he tried to move but was still held in place.

He looked on as the lady was then thrown to the floor and then the demon slowly slit her throat as blood started falling in a line. She twitched a little but no life was in her body. Then her blue eyes rolled back lifelessly. Dante slowly started to feel dizzy in the head the foggy.

Went his vision cleared up he was standing in front of the silver pole. His hand came of the poles cold feel as he felled back into the swirling blue vortex that just appeared before him.

"What is this pain?" Dante yelled out as his flesh felt as if it was being burnt alive as he twirled and swirled before blacking out.

"Was all that a bad nightmare?" Dante yelled as he looked up and seen he was in a new apartment room. It was black and red with a red motor cycle next to the bed with no trash or junk food on the floor with flies around it like his old place. When he turned his head he saw the Colbarag hanging on the wall.

"That must me that...."

"Hello Dante I've be waiting for you." A dark voice said in a low serious tone as the black hellish person with a scythe sat in his dresser next to the door in all black as his black eyes bored into Dante's.

a/n Well that's the end so far I might not update for a while since I have to also work on my first fic in the halo category called boarded fell free to tell this story's flaws and if it's a bit rushed.