Ok, first I wanna start by stating that I will not finish my other Devil May Cry story, The Ireland Journey. Simply because it didn't get too many reviews and it's not so popular. If this first chapter doesn't get at least five reviews, I won't continue the story. So people, PLEASE R&R!!! Now, on with the story.
Gothic
I was in a dark alley, part of a dark city, on a dark night. There was no moon that night, only a few stars. I just walked around the darkness. I am a gothic person, I like darkness. The shadows are my friends, my allies. They're the only ones I can talk to; and the only ones who ever listen. I just walked around the dark alley, revealing all my secrets to the darkness. But then I saw this creature jump from out of nowhere and land in front of me. It was a creature that could only exist in the most perturbed person's nightmares—my nightmares. I've always seen these type of monsters in my nightmares. So I felt no fear, I was hollow.
I stared at the monster and the monster stared back. I could tell the demonic being was bloodthirsty, but it didn't do any harm to me. See, I told you I was the shadows' friend. These nightmares were like bundles of joy to me. I was never scared by these nightmares. And the nightmares were never scared of me. So the stare-off between the monster and I continued. It continued for countless minutes until a white-haired man in a red coat leaped from the air and blasted the monster until its last breath with his twin pistols. He landed on his knees and got up. His face was inches away from mine.
"Go home kid" the man snapped.
"Why? You killed my friend" I answered calmly.
"Your friend? The only thing I killed was that damn monster" the man chuckled.
He glared at me with his blue eyes. I glared at him back. I intimidated the man. I could see and sense fear in him. His eyes turned blood red but I didn't react. Blinking quickly facing the floor and looking back at me in shock, the man spoke again.
"You're not a normal kid are you? What or who the hell are you?" the man asked.
"I am a human and my name is Rick" I answered grimly.
"I'm Dante. Come with me, we need to talk" the white-haired man told me.
We got to Dante's place on his motorcycle. Entering the office called Devil Never Cry, I looked around.
"Take a seat" Dante said cockily.
I did as he said and sat down on a couch in the corner of the room. I saw Dante sit on his chair behind the desk. Then I looked at the heads of various demons hung up on the wall. The gory trophies didn't bother me, but the flashes I got of how they died did. It was like magic; I looked at one head and saw a quick glimpse of Dante slaughtering the demon. But I got snapped out of it as I heard the cocky man's voice again.
"First of all, tell me more about yourself" he pleaded calmly.
"Well, my dad is a busy man and he travels a lot. My mom doesn't have a job. I'm their only child. What else do you wanna know? Are you some sort of stalker?" I said.
"No man, I'm not a stalker. But I meant I wanted to know more about your abilities..." he sounded irritated.
"What special abilities?" I questioned Dante.
"Don't you ever find it weird that the "shadows are your friends" or that you like perturbing things normal people don't? And that you weren't surprised that the demon you encountered earlier didn't do anything to you and that you considered it your friend? Do you really think you're a normal human being?" Dante asked stating the obvious.
"Well...yeah...but...no...it's just..." I struggled to find an answer.
"Haven't you ever wondered why you're extremely gothic? I mean, you actually managed to intimidate me. Not many people these days manage to do that you know?" the white-haired man explained.
It was as if Dante knew more about me than I did myself.
"Ok, yes to everything you said. But how do you know all this about me?" I asked arching an eyebrow.
"When we glared at each other back in the alleyway, I got intimidated because I felt a tingle down my spine tell me that you were supernatural. My eyes usually turn red towards a huge evil, and they turned red back then. So I just know that you are not an ordinary human being. Something tells me there's more about yourself than meets the eye—and that not even you may know what it is" Dante admitted.
"So what are we gonna do now?" I asked.
"First, answer me one question. Then I'll answer yours. Do you think your mom might be looking for you right now?" Dante asked firmly.
"Nah, when I was a kid we went to the doctor when I began to act like this when I was five. The doctor told my mom I had an incurable gothic depressive syndrome. She knows that I liked darkness and other "creepy" things like that. So she knows I'm checking out the alleys on this dark bone-chilling night" I replied.
"Ok, thanks. Now I'll tell you what we're gonna do, first I'll tell you all about me and then we're gonna go look for an old friend who might know more about you" Dante declared.
I nodded in agreement and he began to speak.
Well, there is the first chapter. Now please R&R and comment on how you like the story and what I should change or add! If I don't get at least five reviews, I won't update. And I usually update very fast so it's another advantage. But you gotta decide if you want this advantage or you just wanna waste this story. R&R!!!
Gothic
I was in a dark alley, part of a dark city, on a dark night. There was no moon that night, only a few stars. I just walked around the darkness. I am a gothic person, I like darkness. The shadows are my friends, my allies. They're the only ones I can talk to; and the only ones who ever listen. I just walked around the dark alley, revealing all my secrets to the darkness. But then I saw this creature jump from out of nowhere and land in front of me. It was a creature that could only exist in the most perturbed person's nightmares—my nightmares. I've always seen these type of monsters in my nightmares. So I felt no fear, I was hollow.
I stared at the monster and the monster stared back. I could tell the demonic being was bloodthirsty, but it didn't do any harm to me. See, I told you I was the shadows' friend. These nightmares were like bundles of joy to me. I was never scared by these nightmares. And the nightmares were never scared of me. So the stare-off between the monster and I continued. It continued for countless minutes until a white-haired man in a red coat leaped from the air and blasted the monster until its last breath with his twin pistols. He landed on his knees and got up. His face was inches away from mine.
"Go home kid" the man snapped.
"Why? You killed my friend" I answered calmly.
"Your friend? The only thing I killed was that damn monster" the man chuckled.
He glared at me with his blue eyes. I glared at him back. I intimidated the man. I could see and sense fear in him. His eyes turned blood red but I didn't react. Blinking quickly facing the floor and looking back at me in shock, the man spoke again.
"You're not a normal kid are you? What or who the hell are you?" the man asked.
"I am a human and my name is Rick" I answered grimly.
"I'm Dante. Come with me, we need to talk" the white-haired man told me.
We got to Dante's place on his motorcycle. Entering the office called Devil Never Cry, I looked around.
"Take a seat" Dante said cockily.
I did as he said and sat down on a couch in the corner of the room. I saw Dante sit on his chair behind the desk. Then I looked at the heads of various demons hung up on the wall. The gory trophies didn't bother me, but the flashes I got of how they died did. It was like magic; I looked at one head and saw a quick glimpse of Dante slaughtering the demon. But I got snapped out of it as I heard the cocky man's voice again.
"First of all, tell me more about yourself" he pleaded calmly.
"Well, my dad is a busy man and he travels a lot. My mom doesn't have a job. I'm their only child. What else do you wanna know? Are you some sort of stalker?" I said.
"No man, I'm not a stalker. But I meant I wanted to know more about your abilities..." he sounded irritated.
"What special abilities?" I questioned Dante.
"Don't you ever find it weird that the "shadows are your friends" or that you like perturbing things normal people don't? And that you weren't surprised that the demon you encountered earlier didn't do anything to you and that you considered it your friend? Do you really think you're a normal human being?" Dante asked stating the obvious.
"Well...yeah...but...no...it's just..." I struggled to find an answer.
"Haven't you ever wondered why you're extremely gothic? I mean, you actually managed to intimidate me. Not many people these days manage to do that you know?" the white-haired man explained.
It was as if Dante knew more about me than I did myself.
"Ok, yes to everything you said. But how do you know all this about me?" I asked arching an eyebrow.
"When we glared at each other back in the alleyway, I got intimidated because I felt a tingle down my spine tell me that you were supernatural. My eyes usually turn red towards a huge evil, and they turned red back then. So I just know that you are not an ordinary human being. Something tells me there's more about yourself than meets the eye—and that not even you may know what it is" Dante admitted.
"So what are we gonna do now?" I asked.
"First, answer me one question. Then I'll answer yours. Do you think your mom might be looking for you right now?" Dante asked firmly.
"Nah, when I was a kid we went to the doctor when I began to act like this when I was five. The doctor told my mom I had an incurable gothic depressive syndrome. She knows that I liked darkness and other "creepy" things like that. So she knows I'm checking out the alleys on this dark bone-chilling night" I replied.
"Ok, thanks. Now I'll tell you what we're gonna do, first I'll tell you all about me and then we're gonna go look for an old friend who might know more about you" Dante declared.
I nodded in agreement and he began to speak.
Well, there is the first chapter. Now please R&R and comment on how you like the story and what I should change or add! If I don't get at least five reviews, I won't update. And I usually update very fast so it's another advantage. But you gotta decide if you want this advantage or you just wanna waste this story. R&R!!!