(Sigh) This is what I wind up writing when I'm listening to chocobo remixes. . .I think I should stop. . .before I end up making this thing bizarre. . .
Busta-- calm down! I have an idea planned out involving Kaos. . .
Chasm-- you have returned!! (glomps him) Yeay! You're back! So good to see you, but so close to school years end. (sniff)
Chapter 3 Old AcquaintancesDyne ran up a spiral staircase. He'd been through three floors of winding, labyrinth-like dungeons, and now he was working his way up to yet another one, he thought.
"Can anyone say Dungeons and Dragons?" Dyne thought, sighing as he finally reached the top of the flight of stairs. "That's what this frickin' place reminds me of, a classic game dungeon. . ." He leaned against a large wooden door and rested for a moment. "When am I gonna reach the end of this place?"
Within the other three levels, Dyne had torn through dozens of sins, along with a few blades. What all these devils were doing here was beyond Dyne. He could only figure they had taken up residence there some time ago, but it really didn't matter to him. They were there and that was that.
Dyne pushed his body from the door and spun around, opening it slowly, in case something decided to take a bite at him from beyond. As he stepped into the long, curved hallway beyond, he could sense something dark.
"Let me guess, more devils? Hmmm. . .I wonder where they could be?" Dyne thought sarcastically. He shut the door without glancing back toward it and began down the corridor. As he took a few steps, he heard a loud growl and a hiss from behind him.
"I knew it. . ." He growled, dodging to the side and pressing himself against a wall just as a long, black spear stabbed toward him. He looked to see a shadow stuck to the wall in a large puddle of darkness, the area where its head was was jutting out from the wall to create the spear.
Dyne drew his guns. They jerked violently as he shot round after round into the shadow. Now the devil hit the ground, forming into its catlike shape. It ran up to Dyne, trying to bite him. Dyne quickly hopped onto the wall, jumping from it and onto the wall opposite of that one. He kept jumping from one wall to the other until he was at the ceiling. He took out Alastor in his right hand and pushed off the ceiling with his left, to give himself more force. He came down at the shadow with a downward thrust.
Sure, it seemed like a bad move, because right as the sword hit the devil, it shot numerous purple tinted spikes at Dyne. Dyne knew the sword did do some damage, and he rolled to his side and gave off two shots with his guns. The spells surrounding the shadow broke open, exposing its core. Dyne charged at it, flailing it repeatedly. He moved away and as the shadow reorganized the spells. He turned and began to run at full speed down the hall as he noticed that the shadow was red.
"Keep going, before he bites ya!!" Dyne yelled at himself, jogging down the hall, the shadow right on his heels. It took a lunge at him, but he hopped up onto the wall and did as he had done before, jumping from wall to wall. He didn't go upward, however, he stayed about halfway up the wall, just out of reach of the shadow. "Just gotta keep this up 'til it blows."
Finally, the shadow couldn't withstand the damage any longer and it exploded. Dyne let himself slide smoothly down the wall, sheathing Alastor.
"Yeay, I won!" Dyne seemed quite happy with himself. He wouldn't admit it, but he hated shadows. Hated them with a burning, wicked passion. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy toying with just one of them, but more than two was just a pain in the ass. They weren't exactly the easiest suckers to kill, and with their grabbing and flinging you around before they exploded, hurting you as they died if not killing you with them. . . .they were just a wee bit annoying. . .
Dyne dusted himself off, continuing down the hall. He came to its end and yet another door.
"Gee, what ever could be hiding behind this door?" Dyne wondered sarcastically. He kicked the door hard, and it flew from its hinges, falling over onto the bottom step of another flight of spiral stairs. "Figures. . ." With a sigh, he jumped over the toppled door, taking the steps two at a time. "Up, up, up we go. . ." Dyne grumbled. He soon got to the last step, coming onto the landing and putting his hand on the new door before him. "Where we'll come out. . ."
He swung the door open. It was a large, open room, nothing like the narrow corridors he'd been through in the lower levels. Across the room, Dyne could see where there had at one time been a pair of double doors, but they had been busted down. Through the opening he could see the narrow strip of land he had seen from the bottom of the cliff, only now he was at its level.
"Thank god! I'm out of here!" Dyne stepped from the door, shutting it quickly. He walked briskly toward the opening, quite ready to leave this abandoned prison. He knew now that that was exactly what it was, because he'd seen some cells in the lower levels.
As he stepped closer, his foot suddenly sunk into the ground. He looked down, seeing that his foot had just gone through the stone floor. He could hear rocks shifting crumbling and in a sudden flash, he was falling.
Dyne let out a long yell as he fell. There was a sudden wretched pain in Dyne's head and chest and Dyne saw white for a moment even though his eyes were closed. His chest felt ten times worse. He opened his eyes to see that he was lying on his back, looking up at the broken ceiling above him. As he tried to move, the pain in his chest flared up, causing a new, fresh wave to dullen his senses.
"Oh, god. . ." Dyne grumbled as he noticed the cause of the pain. There was a large rebar rod protruding from the right side of his chest. He grabbed a hold of it, trying to remove it, but his fingers couldn't get a good grip; his hands kept slipping in his own blood. "Damn it. . ." Dyne wince in pain, his mind fogging over. His vision dimmed and he began to close his eyes again. His arms released the iron rod slowly as they fell to his side.
". . ." Dyne was now somewhere else. All around him was darkness. "Did I die?" He wondered. This place could have been hell, maybe. Dyne soon realized where he was. It was close to hell, for it haunted him continuously.
"I'm dreaming again. . ." He groaned. It was the same dream again! Why the hell was he having these things so frequently now?
Right on schedule, the dark figure appeared behind Dyne and shot the dark goop at him. Dyne moved, trying to keep from being covered, but some of it fell onto his foot. He kicked his leg around, but the stuff was stuck like glue. It started crawling up his leg slowly, causing him to panic.
"Why do you continue to struggle, boy?" the figure asked in a calm, rather kindred type voice. Dyne was surprised; the figure had never spoken before, and if it did speak, Dyne didn't expect that sort of kindness. He expected some kind of demonic voice.
"What?" Dyne breathed as the slime made its way up his chest and arms. He was still thrashing violently to remove the goop.
"Why struggle? Why not just give in?"
Why did Dyne struggle every time he had this dream? It never helped, and he knew it wouldn't, so why resist?
"Because. . .I don't want. . ." Dyne stopped speaking as a sudden, excruciating pain ran through his chest. His eyes were snapped open and he screamed in surprise. He sat up quickly, holding his chest. Now he was awake, and in a small room.
"HOLY CRAP!" He gasped. His head spun, aching horribly and he plopped back down onto the bed he was somehow in. He noticed that his shirt and jacket were taken off, along with his weapons. The wound in his chest was still open, but cleaned some. He growled and tried to sit back up, but his wounds hurt to badly.
"Hey boy, just calm down." A male voice told from beside Dyne. The voice sounded familiar and Dyne turned to see who it was. Unfortunately, Dyne's vision was blurred horribly, so all he could see was a large man, standing next to him. Dyne squinted, correcting his eyes somewhat to see the mans face better. His eyes were icy blue, his hair white and brushed back. He sort of reminded Dyne of Dante, only much bigger and heavier built.
"Who are you?" Dyne asked weakly, sounding very small and childish. The man smiled, moving closer to Dyne. He helped sit him upright and began bandaging Dyne's chest.
"I'm Vergil." The man explained. "What's your name kid?"
"Dyne." Dyne winced some as Vergil tied the bandages.
"Where have I heard that name?" Vergil mumbled. "Have we met?"
Dyne thought for a moment. He had heard the name Vergil somewhere before, but wasn't sure where. He didn't recognize the man either. "I don't think so. I'd remember someone like you. . ."
Vergil sighed. "Well, you're a lucky kid, Dyne. I really don't know how you're still alive after that wound."
Dyne didn't say anything. Now a days, he really didn't like to draw attention to the fact that he was part devil.
Vergil could sense it though. "Are you an enemy, or a friend?" Vergil asked sternly. Dyne could see him bring up a gun, pointing it directly at Dyne's head. With the pain, Dyne couldn't think well enough to sort this out.
"What?" He asked dumbly. "I don't know. . .what are you?"
Vergil continued to point the gun at Dyne. "Depends on why you're here."
"I came here because I'm a devil hunter. . ." That was true, he just didn't want to say exactly who he was. Dyne put one hand over his face, then rolled his head to one side, away from Vergil.
At this, Vergil lowered the gun. "Just wanted to make sure. Can't tell who's on whose side anymore."
Dyne groaned. "What are you talking about?"
Before Vergil could explain, the sound of a door opening filled the room. Vergil turned, but Dyne continued to lay how he was. It didn't matter who it was, he couldn't see straight anyways.
"Vergil, what was that yell just a minute ago?" A female voice asked. The sound of the woman made Dyne turn, just to see if she was worth a peek. He squinted hard, but couldn't get a decent view of her, half because Vergil was blocking the view. He rolled his head back over.
"This guy." Vergil explained. "I found him beat up earlier. He'll be okay though. Devil."
"Is he with them?" The woman asked.
"Nah, just a rookie devil hunter looks like. You see a lot of demon devil hunters these days. Look at us."
"True. Are you sure he isn't lying?"
"I don't have any proof to say if he is or not."
The girl sighed and stepped over by Dyne. She could only see the back of his head; his black messy hair covered his face from view. She came closer to him, not knowing if he was awake or not.
Then, he rolled over, looking up at her. His vision was good enough to see her this close. Her hair was short and silver, her eyes aqua.
She gazed down at him, taking in his black hair with the white tuff and the large scar that went over his right eye. Also the icy, wild blue eyes. . .they hadn't looked quite like that last time she'd seen him. . .
"Dyne?" the woman gasped in awe.
"You?" Dyne moaned. "Nevia, right?"
Nevia scoffed. "Aw hell," She turned to Vergil. "Yeah, you can trust him, but he's an annoying bastard."
"What?" Dyne began, sounding somewhat sarcastic. "You didn't miss me? I missed you, babe."
This seemed to anger Nevia and she spun back to Dyne. "Don't call me 'babe', you prick!" She growled angrily and moved away from Dyne, throwing herself down into a chair in the corner of the room.
"You two know each other?" Vergil asked, not quite sure what was happening.
"Yep, we do." Dyne groaned.
"Old ex's or something?"
"Nah, she's just a bitch is all." Dyne explained.
"Yeah, and you're an ass!" Nevia shot back.
Dyne smirked, feeling good about being able to annoy someone. "Hey, how're your little birdies doing? Anyone else shoot some of them?"
"Dyne, that's irrelevant to anything, you asshole. You're just trying to see how much you can piss me off!" Nevia wanted quite badly to hop up and slap him, but she decided it best not to. "I guess Dante raised you to be just like him, huh?"
"Nah, he hates the way I act. I get on his nerves." Dyne laughed, but stopped short as pain shot through his chest again.
Vergil cocked an eyebrow. "Wait, Dante who? Not Dante Sparda, right?"
"Yeah!" Nevia spat. "This little ass is Dante's offspring."
Vergil laughed at this, causing both Dyne and Nevia to stare. "Well," He put one hand into Dyne's hair and started ruffling it. "Nice to see you, nephew."
Now Dyne realized where he'd heard the name Vergil. Dante had said it a few times when he had told him about he and his brother when they were kids. That might explain why Dyne had thought Vergil resembled Dante.
"Um. . hey unc." Dyne grumbled.
Vergil looked at Dyne for a moment. "Can you stand?"
Dyne tested his muscles, feeling like he could get up now. His chest felt somewhat better and so did his head. He wavered a bit as he stood, but Vergil steadied him.
"There we go, now lets get a good look at you." Vergil began examining the boy. His body was rather slender and skinny, but his muscles were tight and well toned. His face and hair reminded Vergil very much of Dante, except for the hair color and the fact that he looked younger. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans and black mid calf boots. All in all, he was a rather strapping youngster.
"You look good kid. Your old man took good care of you." Vergil commented.
"Um. . .thanks?" Dyne said, somewhat confused.
"I can't help but feel like we've met before though. . ." Vergil said, trying to place Dyne somewhere in his memories.
"Yeah, you saw him a few years ago, remember?" Nevia reminded coolly. "I think you fought him in Berail."
Vergil's eyes widened. "Oh dear, that was him?" He glanced at Dyne, realizing that Nevia was right. He remembered that Dyne was a winy, annoying boy. "Oh, you're right. . .Sorry about then kid."
Dyne shrugged. He struggled to remember Vergil, but couldn't recall fighting him in Berail. "When did I fight you?"
"You were wining because you were hungry, right? I knocked you out so you'd shut up." Vergil laughed. "Nevia's right, you're annoying."
Dyne looked at him in shock. "You were that knight with the big ass sword?!?!"
Vergil only nodded.
"Well, hell. . ."
Nevia stood up, stretching. "Well, it's getting late, so I'd suggest we go get a place back to town."
Vergil nodded. "Right, right." He began picking up Dyne's belongings, handing them to Dyne. "Get your stuff on."
Dyne obliged and was soon ready to continue on. "Why am I coming with you guys?" He asked himself aloud.
Nevia stared at him. "You came here to help, right? I'd imagine you came out here to kill demons, right?"
"Nah, I came all the way here just to find and irritate the hell out of you." Dyne laughed sarcastically. "Of course I'm here for demons. Dad told me to come investigate this place because of some 'weird activities'." Dyne explained.
"Well, I guess they are weird. . ." Vergil grumbled.
"What's really happening?" Dyne asked.
"We'll explain on the way."
(sigh) That's all for this chapter. I doubt it was the best. . .School lets out next week, and I'll try to put up one more chapter before then. (Mainly so busta can kind of have her wish!) Review, please.