GRRRRRR!!!! I HATE MY FUCKIN' PLAYSTATION 2!!! It won't play
DDR, Galerians: Ash, or some of my others. For some ungodly
reason, it plays DMC and Metal Gear Solid 2. I think it was
possessed by demons and reprogrammed to only play games where I
kill a lot of things. I'm getting another one soon though. Oh,
anyways. . .I hurried and wrote the second chapter, so here it
is.
Chapter 2 Prankers WILL Pay (And make Trish unhappy)
Dante got to the entrance of "Devil Never Cry." He swung the door open, reveiling Trish sitting at the front desk, her head on the desktop. She was sleeping.
As he stepped in, he slammed the door a bit, to wake Trish up. She merely opened her eyes, and looked up at Dante , who was now at the desk. She groaned.
"Why are you back so early?" Trish asked as she looked up at a clock mounted on the wall between the skulls of a blood goat and a blade. It was 8:30. "You said you'd be back a 12."
"Uh huh. . ." Dante said moving to get a glass of water.
"Why are you back so early?" She groaned.
"Cuz."
"Why?"
"Cuz." Dante drank his water and stood in front of Trish. "What the hell happened to you? Get hit by a truck?"
Well, remember killing all of those shadows last night? I thought I'd sleep all day, since we stayed up all night doing it."
"Yeah. . ." Dante said, persuading Trish to keep talking.
"Well, you know that old woman that moved in next door?"
"Uh huh." Dante knew who she ment. An old lady had, for some ungodly reason, moved next door. Dante couldn't imagine someone wanting to live next to him.
"Well, she has like 50 fuckin' cats!! Some of them are in heat and they screeched all day!"
"Oh. . ."
Dante patted her on the head and walked to his room upstairs. He looked at himself in a full body mirror that Trish had gotten him. He was just wearing a thick, black, cotton shirt tucked into Black jeans that were held up by a belt. He was wearing his favorite boots.
He let out a little sigh and went to his bed, where his red trenchcoat layed. He picked it up and quickly slipped it on. He could smell some old blood on it, mainly from demons. He found his gloves and put them on too.
After that, he walked over to a large, oak showcase that was next to his bed. Inside were Alastor, the Ifrit gauntlets, and Ivory and Ebony. He pulled everything out and sat it all on the bed. He then turned back to the case and opened a large drawer to reveil his double barrelled, sawed off shotgun and two small machine guns. He pulled out the shotgun and sat it down on the bed as well.
After closing the drawer, he sighed as he remembered pawning off his grenade launcher and the needle gun. He had ever since regreted it. The grenade launcher made things so much easier.
Dante quickly geared up and started down the stairs to the front. He heard the phone ring just as he started.
"Trish!!" Dante yelled.
Trish snapped up and fumbled with the phone. She put the reciever to her ear.
"Devil. . .Never. . .Cry. . .what?" She said groggily.
Dante heard a yell from the phone. Trish pulled the phone from her ear. Dante heard the one on the opposite end slam down the reciever and hang up. Trish hung up.
"What the hell was that?!" Dante asked.
"Some kid. He's been calling here all day. Pranker. Tells me to 'stop playing with myself' and hangs up." She said angrily.
Dante sighed and picked up the phone reciever. He pressed *69 and held the reciever to his ear. After a few tones, some one answered on the other end.
"Hello?" A very young boys voice asked.
"Yes, hi." Dante said in the kindest voice he could fathom. He began again. "Say, do you like to prank call?"
The voice laughed a bit. "Yeah! I do it all the time!" He yelled happily.
"Um. . .where are your parents?" Dante asked nicely.
"Their both at work. I'm with my big sister." The boy stupidly explained.
"Really?" Dante asked slyly.
"Yep!"
"You listen to me. . ." Dante began, changing his nice voice slowly to a demonic growl with every word. ". . .If you EVER call and prank MY number again, I'll send a giant, hideous demon to KILL YOU!! He'll RIP you're your head off, bring it to me, and I'll boil all the skin off, scrape your BRAIN OUT, AND PIN YOUR SKULL TO MY WALL!!!" Dante stopped, reverting his voice back to a kinder state. "You got that?"
The boy said nothing. Dante could hear him wimpereing softly. Dante reverted back to demonic.
"I SAID, YOU GOT THAT?!?!?" Dante yelled.
The boy yelped loudly and began crying. "Yes sir! I'll never, ever, never call your number again! I'm sorry and stupid! Don't kill me, please!" The boy pleaded through many sperts of crying.
Dante changed nice again. "Thank you for your cooperation and for understanding. You have a nice day."
As he put the reciever down, Dante heard the boy scream and cry. The reciever clicked down softly.
Dante stood up straight and took a deep breath. He looked down at Trish, who stared at him angrily.
"That kid'll be tramatized for life, ya know?"
"So? You can sleep now and have no more prank calls."
"Yeah. . ." She groaned. She snapped her head up, just noticing that Dante was dressed for combat.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going on a mission. I probably won't be back for a week or two."
"Whatever. . .Can I sleep in your room?"
"I guess." Dante didn't know what was wrong with her own.
Trish got up and headed into Dantes room. She stopped at the bottom step and looked back at him. "Phone?"
"Tell anyone who calls that I'm not here. If they're serious, either you take care of it, or I will when I get back."
"'kay." With that, Trish went into Dantes room and shut the door behind her.
Dante quickly left and went down the sidewalk.
Damn, Dante sure is mean, huh? I guess that's it for this chapter. (Kinda short.) The next one should be somewhat longer. I doubt I'll get too many reviews, but that's okay, 'cause I'm not into the good parts yet. Don't worry, I promise not to abandon this story.
Chapter 2 Prankers WILL Pay (And make Trish unhappy)
Dante got to the entrance of "Devil Never Cry." He swung the door open, reveiling Trish sitting at the front desk, her head on the desktop. She was sleeping.
As he stepped in, he slammed the door a bit, to wake Trish up. She merely opened her eyes, and looked up at Dante , who was now at the desk. She groaned.
"Why are you back so early?" Trish asked as she looked up at a clock mounted on the wall between the skulls of a blood goat and a blade. It was 8:30. "You said you'd be back a 12."
"Uh huh. . ." Dante said moving to get a glass of water.
"Why are you back so early?" She groaned.
"Cuz."
"Why?"
"Cuz." Dante drank his water and stood in front of Trish. "What the hell happened to you? Get hit by a truck?"
Well, remember killing all of those shadows last night? I thought I'd sleep all day, since we stayed up all night doing it."
"Yeah. . ." Dante said, persuading Trish to keep talking.
"Well, you know that old woman that moved in next door?"
"Uh huh." Dante knew who she ment. An old lady had, for some ungodly reason, moved next door. Dante couldn't imagine someone wanting to live next to him.
"Well, she has like 50 fuckin' cats!! Some of them are in heat and they screeched all day!"
"Oh. . ."
Dante patted her on the head and walked to his room upstairs. He looked at himself in a full body mirror that Trish had gotten him. He was just wearing a thick, black, cotton shirt tucked into Black jeans that were held up by a belt. He was wearing his favorite boots.
He let out a little sigh and went to his bed, where his red trenchcoat layed. He picked it up and quickly slipped it on. He could smell some old blood on it, mainly from demons. He found his gloves and put them on too.
After that, he walked over to a large, oak showcase that was next to his bed. Inside were Alastor, the Ifrit gauntlets, and Ivory and Ebony. He pulled everything out and sat it all on the bed. He then turned back to the case and opened a large drawer to reveil his double barrelled, sawed off shotgun and two small machine guns. He pulled out the shotgun and sat it down on the bed as well.
After closing the drawer, he sighed as he remembered pawning off his grenade launcher and the needle gun. He had ever since regreted it. The grenade launcher made things so much easier.
Dante quickly geared up and started down the stairs to the front. He heard the phone ring just as he started.
"Trish!!" Dante yelled.
Trish snapped up and fumbled with the phone. She put the reciever to her ear.
"Devil. . .Never. . .Cry. . .what?" She said groggily.
Dante heard a yell from the phone. Trish pulled the phone from her ear. Dante heard the one on the opposite end slam down the reciever and hang up. Trish hung up.
"What the hell was that?!" Dante asked.
"Some kid. He's been calling here all day. Pranker. Tells me to 'stop playing with myself' and hangs up." She said angrily.
Dante sighed and picked up the phone reciever. He pressed *69 and held the reciever to his ear. After a few tones, some one answered on the other end.
"Hello?" A very young boys voice asked.
"Yes, hi." Dante said in the kindest voice he could fathom. He began again. "Say, do you like to prank call?"
The voice laughed a bit. "Yeah! I do it all the time!" He yelled happily.
"Um. . .where are your parents?" Dante asked nicely.
"Their both at work. I'm with my big sister." The boy stupidly explained.
"Really?" Dante asked slyly.
"Yep!"
"You listen to me. . ." Dante began, changing his nice voice slowly to a demonic growl with every word. ". . .If you EVER call and prank MY number again, I'll send a giant, hideous demon to KILL YOU!! He'll RIP you're your head off, bring it to me, and I'll boil all the skin off, scrape your BRAIN OUT, AND PIN YOUR SKULL TO MY WALL!!!" Dante stopped, reverting his voice back to a kinder state. "You got that?"
The boy said nothing. Dante could hear him wimpereing softly. Dante reverted back to demonic.
"I SAID, YOU GOT THAT?!?!?" Dante yelled.
The boy yelped loudly and began crying. "Yes sir! I'll never, ever, never call your number again! I'm sorry and stupid! Don't kill me, please!" The boy pleaded through many sperts of crying.
Dante changed nice again. "Thank you for your cooperation and for understanding. You have a nice day."
As he put the reciever down, Dante heard the boy scream and cry. The reciever clicked down softly.
Dante stood up straight and took a deep breath. He looked down at Trish, who stared at him angrily.
"That kid'll be tramatized for life, ya know?"
"So? You can sleep now and have no more prank calls."
"Yeah. . ." She groaned. She snapped her head up, just noticing that Dante was dressed for combat.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going on a mission. I probably won't be back for a week or two."
"Whatever. . .Can I sleep in your room?"
"I guess." Dante didn't know what was wrong with her own.
Trish got up and headed into Dantes room. She stopped at the bottom step and looked back at him. "Phone?"
"Tell anyone who calls that I'm not here. If they're serious, either you take care of it, or I will when I get back."
"'kay." With that, Trish went into Dantes room and shut the door behind her.
Dante quickly left and went down the sidewalk.
Damn, Dante sure is mean, huh? I guess that's it for this chapter. (Kinda short.) The next one should be somewhat longer. I doubt I'll get too many reviews, but that's okay, 'cause I'm not into the good parts yet. Don't worry, I promise not to abandon this story.