Okay, I managed to get this out before schools end! Yeay! I was looking
though some papers and found an old hard copy I'd printed out of T.S.o.D. .
. .Man, that thing sucked! Typos left and right, chronological screw ups,
people mess ups, tiny ass simple sentences. . .e-yuk! I hope my crap's
better now a days, because that just sucked!
Chapter 4 Unexpected Company
Dyne followed Nevia and Vergil as they departed from the prison. They had went around the massive hole that had crumbled during Dyne's fall and were now on the land bridge that connected the prison to the mainland.
Dyne could see what looked like a small town across the bridge. There were a few small homes and buildings, some in major need of remodeling.
"What's wrong with this place anyways?" Dyne asked as he saw a few children playing with a ball under the watch of two adult women. There didn't seem to be any problems with this place, just a quaint little town.
Vergil looked around before he glanced back at Dyne. "I'll explain when we get to our place. It's too dangerous to talk about it out here in public."
Dyne watched the children as he passed them. Dangerous? What was so dangerous about a bunch of kids? Were they going to pop them in the face with their ball or what? Dyne nodded a hello to the two ladies as he passed them too. Maybe Vergil meant the adults. . .but why would Dyne be scared of a couple of human chicks?
Dyne stopped as he heard something that sounded like a pop. Following the sound came a loud yell, but it seemed quite far away from them. He heard it again a few moments later, coming from his left.
Vergil turned to Dyne, a look of curiousity on his face. "Dyne?"
"What was that?" Dyne whispered. He heard the sound again. The yell that came after it sounded so painful. Dyne could see now where it seemed to be coming from. There was a steep, rocky hill to his left, and beyond the hill Dyne could see what appeared to be a building. There was another snap, then a cry of pain.
"You hear it too?" Vergil asked, looking to where Dyne was gazing.
Dyne took off toward the hill, and Nevia turned with a growl.
"Where the hell is he going?" She groaned.
Vergil turned to her and smiled. "I'm going to go with him. You go on back and we'll catch up in a bit."
Nevia growled, agitated. "Fine, go on." She spun around on her heel, tromping off.
By the time Vergil caught up to Dyne, he was already at a window of the building. The place wasn't quite a building, but more of the outer shell of one. There was nothing inside of the place, only the four walls around it with no roof.
Inside, Dyne watched four men. One of the four was tied, hanging to a long I beam that jutted from one of the walls. He was shirtless, and his back covered in long, bleeding gashes. Dyne couldn't see his face, because it was drooped onto his chest.
The other three men stood on the ground, laughing. One of them, a man with dark brown hair, held a whip in one hand. "Are you going to calm down now, boy?"
The one tied up brought his face up a little, revealing dirty gray hair. His eyes were still hidden. He breathed heavily, then spit at the man with the whip.
"Screw you. . .when my father—"
The boy was cut off by the whip tearing into his side. He cried out, then fell silent again.
The one with the whip laughed. "Your father? He ain't going to come. What could he do anyways? By the time he got here, you'd already be ours."
"I'll never do what you say, you filthy, disgusting, human bast—"
Another whip lash stopped the boy. This time, he let himself be limb, deciding it better to remain quiet.
"Stupid stubborn fool." The one with the whip grumbled, shaking his head. He turned to the other two men with him. "Get him down and into the cage."
Dyne hadn't seen it before, but in one of the corners of the room, there was a large steel cage. The two men quickly began to pull the boy down. As he plopped to the ground, they began to drag his sagging body toward the cage.
As they dragged him closer, he leapt up in a sudden burst of energy, getting free of one of the two men. The other held on tightly, trying his best to stay anchored where he was, but then the boy turned on him. He grappled the man to the ground, clawing and punching at his face. If they thought they were going to keep him captive, they'd have hell to pay for it.
The man was screaming horribly, punching out at the boy. He tried to get a hit at the boys face, but the kid was quick, moving his head to one side. As the man's arm flew by, he latched onto it and bit him, sinking his teeth deep into the man's lower arm. The guy bellowed now, trying to get the kid off of him, but to no avail; the boy was stuck for good.
That was until the other two men came to help. The one who had had the whip managed to slam the boy in the back of his neck, knocking him loose from the others arm. The boy crumpled to the ground, laying silent and still.
"Oh shit! Look at what he did to me!" The one who had been bitten cried, holding up his arm. There was a large chunk taken out where the boy had bitten.
The one with the whip ordered that the other two leave and they obeyed, running quickly to get some first aid. As they left, the man turned back to the boy, who was still laying quietly.
"You're a spunky little brat, but that'll soon change." He said coolly. He picked the boy up harshly and brought him to the cage, tossing him in and locking the door tight. With that finished, he tossed the whip down, walking away and through a hole in one of the walls that had apparently been made for a door.
After a few moments, Dyne felt safe about going down. He climbed through the window and slowly began toward the cage. As he came closer, he could see the boy beginning to shift. Dyne felt Vergil put a hand on his shoulder and looked back at him.
"Be careful, this guy might be vicious." Vergil warned. Well, both had seen what he'd done to the guy's arm, they didn't want to take any chances.
Dyne came up to the cage, leaning in close to look at the guy. His back was to Dyne, letting Dyne see about eight long slashes. He was moving around some now, and let out a small groan.
"Hey." Dyne whispered. The man sat up weakly, turning slightly so that Dyne was able to see his face. Despite his ashy hair color, his face seemed quite young; he looked no more than eighteen, give or take a year. His eyes seemed forlorn yet wild, gleaming a brilliant purple. Dyne had never seen someone with that eye color.
"Hey, are you okay?" Dyne asked. He doubted that the boy felt very good, since he had just been flogged numerous times. The boy managed to stand, stumbling a little at first before he stood solidly. His body was very lean yet tone, his skin well tanned. He turned completely to Dyne, glaring at him violently.
There wasn't even time to blink before the boy had his hands around Dyne's throat. His grip was malicious, and Dyne could tell that he meant to crush his windpipe. Dyne choked, trying to get Vergil to help him. Vergil was quick to his aid, but even he couldn't remove the boys arms. Dyne stared weakly at the boy, whose eyes were lit brightly.
"Stop!" Vergil growled, still trying to free Dyne. "We aren't your enemy! Let him go, now!"
The boy seemed to listen. He pushed Dyne back from the cage, causing him to trip on his own feet and fall to the ground, gasping for air. Vergil went to his side, making sure that he was alright.
"If you aren't my enemy. . ." The boy began in a calm and very young voice. "then who are you? Are you with my father?"
Vergil shook his head. "We are devil hunters. I am Vergil and this is my nephew, Dyne."
The boy looked somewhat upset, but Vergil couldn't tell if he was angry or ashamed. The boy bowed his body. "I'm horribly sorry sir. I didn't know. . .I thought he was one of them. . ."
"To hell you say!?" Dyne coughed. He wanted to stand up and tear the little brat to pieces, but his mind spun too badly to allow him to. "Now you do, huh?!"
The boy sighed. "Please forgive me, sir. I am Fayze Sheltings. I swear, I didn't know."
Dyne didn't seem to be quite as upset as he usually would have been, so he just sat there, staring at the boy. "I forgive you, for now. . ."
Fayze sat back onto the ground. "Tell me though, has my father sent you? Is that why you're here?"
Vergil shook his head. "Afraid not kid."
Fayze held a sullen look upon his face. "I see. . ." He was quite until Dyne was able to stand, then he watched as Dyne began to circle the cage. "What are you doing sir?"
"Well," Dyne began, moving to the locked door of the cage. "I intend to get you out of here.
"But how? I'd do it myself, but I'm too exhausted. . ."
Dyne cocked a brow at Fayze, then tapped at the lock that latched the door. "Well, I'm not, so here we go. . ." Dyne took a step back, pulling out Alastor. "I'd suggest you step back, buddy."
Fayze did so just as Dyne tore the blade down onto the heavy iron lock. It smashed with the blow, falling to the cage floor. Dyne put Alastor away, opening the door slowly.
"There you go, free as a bird. . ."
Fayze stepped outside. He stretched weakly, then sighed. "I'd give you a proper thank you, but. . ." He closed his eyes and fell back, being caught up by Vergil. He was silent with the exception of his breathing.
Vergil looked around cautiously. "I don't know what the hell's going on, but we'd better get back to Nevia, now."
Well, sorry if it was short. This will be the last chapter for some time. (sob) I won't be writing anymore for the school year, but I'm going to go read everyone's updated stuff before I get out of here. So, see you guys all some day soon! (I'd make a smily face, but the quick edit thingy won't let me. . .curse that quick edit!!!!)
Chapter 4 Unexpected Company
Dyne followed Nevia and Vergil as they departed from the prison. They had went around the massive hole that had crumbled during Dyne's fall and were now on the land bridge that connected the prison to the mainland.
Dyne could see what looked like a small town across the bridge. There were a few small homes and buildings, some in major need of remodeling.
"What's wrong with this place anyways?" Dyne asked as he saw a few children playing with a ball under the watch of two adult women. There didn't seem to be any problems with this place, just a quaint little town.
Vergil looked around before he glanced back at Dyne. "I'll explain when we get to our place. It's too dangerous to talk about it out here in public."
Dyne watched the children as he passed them. Dangerous? What was so dangerous about a bunch of kids? Were they going to pop them in the face with their ball or what? Dyne nodded a hello to the two ladies as he passed them too. Maybe Vergil meant the adults. . .but why would Dyne be scared of a couple of human chicks?
Dyne stopped as he heard something that sounded like a pop. Following the sound came a loud yell, but it seemed quite far away from them. He heard it again a few moments later, coming from his left.
Vergil turned to Dyne, a look of curiousity on his face. "Dyne?"
"What was that?" Dyne whispered. He heard the sound again. The yell that came after it sounded so painful. Dyne could see now where it seemed to be coming from. There was a steep, rocky hill to his left, and beyond the hill Dyne could see what appeared to be a building. There was another snap, then a cry of pain.
"You hear it too?" Vergil asked, looking to where Dyne was gazing.
Dyne took off toward the hill, and Nevia turned with a growl.
"Where the hell is he going?" She groaned.
Vergil turned to her and smiled. "I'm going to go with him. You go on back and we'll catch up in a bit."
Nevia growled, agitated. "Fine, go on." She spun around on her heel, tromping off.
By the time Vergil caught up to Dyne, he was already at a window of the building. The place wasn't quite a building, but more of the outer shell of one. There was nothing inside of the place, only the four walls around it with no roof.
Inside, Dyne watched four men. One of the four was tied, hanging to a long I beam that jutted from one of the walls. He was shirtless, and his back covered in long, bleeding gashes. Dyne couldn't see his face, because it was drooped onto his chest.
The other three men stood on the ground, laughing. One of them, a man with dark brown hair, held a whip in one hand. "Are you going to calm down now, boy?"
The one tied up brought his face up a little, revealing dirty gray hair. His eyes were still hidden. He breathed heavily, then spit at the man with the whip.
"Screw you. . .when my father—"
The boy was cut off by the whip tearing into his side. He cried out, then fell silent again.
The one with the whip laughed. "Your father? He ain't going to come. What could he do anyways? By the time he got here, you'd already be ours."
"I'll never do what you say, you filthy, disgusting, human bast—"
Another whip lash stopped the boy. This time, he let himself be limb, deciding it better to remain quiet.
"Stupid stubborn fool." The one with the whip grumbled, shaking his head. He turned to the other two men with him. "Get him down and into the cage."
Dyne hadn't seen it before, but in one of the corners of the room, there was a large steel cage. The two men quickly began to pull the boy down. As he plopped to the ground, they began to drag his sagging body toward the cage.
As they dragged him closer, he leapt up in a sudden burst of energy, getting free of one of the two men. The other held on tightly, trying his best to stay anchored where he was, but then the boy turned on him. He grappled the man to the ground, clawing and punching at his face. If they thought they were going to keep him captive, they'd have hell to pay for it.
The man was screaming horribly, punching out at the boy. He tried to get a hit at the boys face, but the kid was quick, moving his head to one side. As the man's arm flew by, he latched onto it and bit him, sinking his teeth deep into the man's lower arm. The guy bellowed now, trying to get the kid off of him, but to no avail; the boy was stuck for good.
That was until the other two men came to help. The one who had had the whip managed to slam the boy in the back of his neck, knocking him loose from the others arm. The boy crumpled to the ground, laying silent and still.
"Oh shit! Look at what he did to me!" The one who had been bitten cried, holding up his arm. There was a large chunk taken out where the boy had bitten.
The one with the whip ordered that the other two leave and they obeyed, running quickly to get some first aid. As they left, the man turned back to the boy, who was still laying quietly.
"You're a spunky little brat, but that'll soon change." He said coolly. He picked the boy up harshly and brought him to the cage, tossing him in and locking the door tight. With that finished, he tossed the whip down, walking away and through a hole in one of the walls that had apparently been made for a door.
After a few moments, Dyne felt safe about going down. He climbed through the window and slowly began toward the cage. As he came closer, he could see the boy beginning to shift. Dyne felt Vergil put a hand on his shoulder and looked back at him.
"Be careful, this guy might be vicious." Vergil warned. Well, both had seen what he'd done to the guy's arm, they didn't want to take any chances.
Dyne came up to the cage, leaning in close to look at the guy. His back was to Dyne, letting Dyne see about eight long slashes. He was moving around some now, and let out a small groan.
"Hey." Dyne whispered. The man sat up weakly, turning slightly so that Dyne was able to see his face. Despite his ashy hair color, his face seemed quite young; he looked no more than eighteen, give or take a year. His eyes seemed forlorn yet wild, gleaming a brilliant purple. Dyne had never seen someone with that eye color.
"Hey, are you okay?" Dyne asked. He doubted that the boy felt very good, since he had just been flogged numerous times. The boy managed to stand, stumbling a little at first before he stood solidly. His body was very lean yet tone, his skin well tanned. He turned completely to Dyne, glaring at him violently.
There wasn't even time to blink before the boy had his hands around Dyne's throat. His grip was malicious, and Dyne could tell that he meant to crush his windpipe. Dyne choked, trying to get Vergil to help him. Vergil was quick to his aid, but even he couldn't remove the boys arms. Dyne stared weakly at the boy, whose eyes were lit brightly.
"Stop!" Vergil growled, still trying to free Dyne. "We aren't your enemy! Let him go, now!"
The boy seemed to listen. He pushed Dyne back from the cage, causing him to trip on his own feet and fall to the ground, gasping for air. Vergil went to his side, making sure that he was alright.
"If you aren't my enemy. . ." The boy began in a calm and very young voice. "then who are you? Are you with my father?"
Vergil shook his head. "We are devil hunters. I am Vergil and this is my nephew, Dyne."
The boy looked somewhat upset, but Vergil couldn't tell if he was angry or ashamed. The boy bowed his body. "I'm horribly sorry sir. I didn't know. . .I thought he was one of them. . ."
"To hell you say!?" Dyne coughed. He wanted to stand up and tear the little brat to pieces, but his mind spun too badly to allow him to. "Now you do, huh?!"
The boy sighed. "Please forgive me, sir. I am Fayze Sheltings. I swear, I didn't know."
Dyne didn't seem to be quite as upset as he usually would have been, so he just sat there, staring at the boy. "I forgive you, for now. . ."
Fayze sat back onto the ground. "Tell me though, has my father sent you? Is that why you're here?"
Vergil shook his head. "Afraid not kid."
Fayze held a sullen look upon his face. "I see. . ." He was quite until Dyne was able to stand, then he watched as Dyne began to circle the cage. "What are you doing sir?"
"Well," Dyne began, moving to the locked door of the cage. "I intend to get you out of here.
"But how? I'd do it myself, but I'm too exhausted. . ."
Dyne cocked a brow at Fayze, then tapped at the lock that latched the door. "Well, I'm not, so here we go. . ." Dyne took a step back, pulling out Alastor. "I'd suggest you step back, buddy."
Fayze did so just as Dyne tore the blade down onto the heavy iron lock. It smashed with the blow, falling to the cage floor. Dyne put Alastor away, opening the door slowly.
"There you go, free as a bird. . ."
Fayze stepped outside. He stretched weakly, then sighed. "I'd give you a proper thank you, but. . ." He closed his eyes and fell back, being caught up by Vergil. He was silent with the exception of his breathing.
Vergil looked around cautiously. "I don't know what the hell's going on, but we'd better get back to Nevia, now."
Well, sorry if it was short. This will be the last chapter for some time. (sob) I won't be writing anymore for the school year, but I'm going to go read everyone's updated stuff before I get out of here. So, see you guys all some day soon! (I'd make a smily face, but the quick edit thingy won't let me. . .curse that quick edit!!!!)