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Lady Deadly Nightshade: Hey everyone, long time no see, right? Sorry about that, but I put this fic on the backburner and for a long time too. I am ashamed of myself! ;_; Well I'm finally here with a new chapter! Yea! You don't know how happy Gabriel is about that. He's not here though. I had to lock him up in the closet because he kept poking me to update. LOL!! ^_^ Well no authoress comments in this chapter so go right in and dive right in to the chapter! Read and review please!
Chapter 11- The Fight for Souls, Part 1
Dante partially turned his head to see why Trish had gasped. Before he noticed why though, he caught sight of Trish's face. There was a look of complete shock etched on it. Her eyes were wide as she looked right into his eyes. What the hell? He thought to himself. He rolled his eyes away from her and looked toward his son. "Now that's something you don't see everyday." He said thoughtfully as his eyes roamed over the shiny black feathered wings of his son. He wasn't shocked at seeing the wings; it wasn't a new sight to him.
"Do it now, Flame!" Damon ordered in a hiss. "While they are distracted!"
Flame took a few steps forward and extended her arms out in front of her, palms first. Jets of red flames flew out of her hands and headed toward Dante and Trish.
"Incoming!" Trish yelled as she caught sight of the flames, snapping out of her shock.
They barely had enough time to fling themselves on to the ground in opposite directions. Dante to the left and Trish to the right, using her body to protect an unconscious Gabriel against the flames. When the flames dissipated Trish and Dante rose as one from the floor, standing side by side.
"Is he all right?" Dante asked Trish as he kept his eyes forward on Flame and Damon.
"Yeah, still out though." Trish replied, her own eyes on Flame.
"You take psycho pryo," He told Trish. "And I'll take Mr. Shyness under the cloak."
Trish nodded her head. "Of course." She said in complete agreement.
Damon lowered his hood and gave Dante and Trish an eyeful of his rotting disfigured face.
"Ew!" They both exclaimed in unison, completely grossed out.
"Glad you got him." Trish said relieved.
Dante didn't say a word, just made a face of pure disgust. "I wonder if my clothes are scotch guarded against rotting flesh." Dante mused aloud.
"Enough of this chatter!" Damon yelled furiously. A chunk of his rotting flesh slid down from his face and fell onto the ground with a wet splat.
"Yup, really glad he isn't mine." Trish commented relieved. She unsheathed Sparda and with her free hand motioned for Flame to come toward her.
Flame unsheathed her red handled daggers, twirled them between her fingers and poised herself into a fighting stance.
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"I guess we should dance too." Dante told Damon calmly.
"I agree." Damon replied just as calm. He raised his hand, causing Dante to levitate a few inches off the floor.
"What the hell?" Dante exclaimed as he floated in the air. "What are you doing?"
Damon sneered and with a flick of his wrist he sent Dante flying. Dante slammed toward the wall and he hit hard. On impact the wall cracked and plaster from the wall fell onto Dante's fallen form. Almost immediately Dante stirred.
"Shit!" Dante said as he rose from the ground, dusting off his beloved crimson coat. "That just wasn't fair, handsome." Dante said mockingly.
"Who said we had to play fair?" Damon replied innocently.
Dante smirked. "Glad to hear you say that." He told him. "I sure as hell don't want to play fair." He added as he whipped out Ebony and Ivory.
Damon looked at the handguns with fear; he was out in the open. Fair game so to speak.
This caused the smirk on Dante's face to widen as he pulled the triggers on his beloved handguns.
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Flame ran over to Trish with her daggers in her hand, ready to strike. When she reached striking distance, she sprang her dagger forward to attack.
Trish easily blocked it by kicking Flame's hand away. Trish had successfully deflected the attack, but Flame still managed to hold on to her dagger. Flame quickly sent her other dagger forward, but Trish, punched her arm away.
Flame tried again aiming for Trish's mid section. Trish sidestepped to the right and kicked Flame in the back. Flame stumbled for a second but quickly regained her balance. Meanwhile Trish had positioned Sparda and now she was ready to attack with her blade.
Trish swung Sparda and Flame blocked the blow with her daggers. One of the daggers held Sparda high, while the other held it low.
"You're good." Trish commented panting slightly.
"Likewise." Flame replied, her own breath quick. She maneuvered her daggers in a circle and she broke the blades apart. She moved back from striking distance. "Since we are equal with our blades, how about hand to hand combat instead?" She offered, still out of breath.
"Sure, whatever you want." Trish said through an intake of air.
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Dante's guns sent an onslaught of lead toward Damon. Damon wisely ran for cover, but quickly realized there was nothing to hide behind in the empty warehouse. So basically he just ran around trying to avoid the bullets from Dante's babies. Dodging right, dodging left, ducking, scrambling, as the bullets passed near him making whizzing sounds.
Dante was relentless on the triggers of his guns, sending wave after wave of bullets at him. As he shot off his guns he walked very slowly toward Damon's darting figure. "You can run but you can't hide." Dante told him.
Damon probably would have had a comeback for Dante that is if some of Dante's bullets hadn't found their mark. Dante watched one of his bullets hit Damon in the leg, causing him to stagger. A second later another hit his mid section and finally one through the arm.
Damon collapsed onto the ground, face first.
Dante reached Damon's fallen figure and with the tip of his black boot he turned him over onto his back. Dante grimaced as he looked at the decaying face of his adversary. Damon's eyes were closed and Dante didn't notice any type of movement. He kicked him slightly with his boot and aimed his gun to shoot in case of any tiny movement, there was none.
"One down one to go." He said looking at Damon. He looked away from him and glanced around the room. He saw Trish was still fighting with Flame and Gabriel was still out on the ground away from the fight. He stepped over Damon's body as he headed toward his son, or he tried to anyway. He had barely taken a few steps pasts Damon's body when someone grabbed him from behind, holding him firmly across the chest.
"Surprise." Damon said his rotting face an inch away from one of Dante's perfect cheeks.
Lady Deadly Nightshade: Yes another chapter complete! I hope you guys liked it and that it was well worth the wait. Ha another cliffhanger too! Evil is I, evil I say! LOL!! ^_^ Well I'll see ya guys later. Have a great remaining weekend.