WOO HOO!! I'm back in business! I should be here to stay for some time, so I hope. I finally have my own computer, so school can kiss my ass now, cause I'm graduated! This is sweet. I hope you guys don't mind this chap, because I still think I suck. Hello to busta, who I know will read this. (Waves happily)

Chapter 5 Some Things Revealed

Dyne trudged into the small apartment room, Vergil following closely behind with Fayze draped over his shoulder. Dyne leaned Alastor against the wall by the door. Nevia was sitting on a couch in the living room, sipping a cup of tea as she saw the three come in. Her eyes immediately fell onto the wounded and unconcious youth Vergil was carrying.

"What happened?" She asked in a concerned tone, standing and coming over to Vergil. She helped him remove the boy from his shoulder and brought him over to the couch, laying him down. She rolled him onto his side, inspecting his back. "Who did this?" Nevia demanded.

"Some guys." Vergil explained. "I don't know why yet. . ."

Nevia brisky went into the kitchen, Dyne following. He watched her grab up a rag. She glanced over to him. "Don't just stand there, get me a bowl of water, you moron." She commanded.

"Yes ma'am." Dyne said sarcastically, finding a deep bowl. He went to the sink and filled it half way with water, following Nevia back into the living room. She took the bowl and dipped the rag into it, then began to dampen Fayze's back.

"Who would do this to a kid?" Nevia mumbled to herself. Dyne wondered what the boy had been doing. Maybe those guys had been in a gang or something and Fayze had betrayed them. But that didn't explain what they had been meaning about joining them or anything.

Now Nevia submerged the rag again into the bowl, causing the water to become red. She gently rubbed Fayze's back some more, cleaning around the wounds. "Well, looks like he's a demon. The wounds are already beginning to heal. He ought to be alright." Nevia assured.

"Good." Began Vergil. "Maybe we can get some information from him."

Dyne snapped his head around to Vergil at this point. "That reminds me, you were going to tell me what was going on in this place when we got back here. So what's up?"

Vergil sighed. "Well, we aren't one hundred percent on that right now, but we have good reason to believe that the people here are worshipping some kind of devil." Vergil explained.

Dyne had heard something like that before. Dante had told him how Mundus had been worshipped by some. "Is it Mundus?"

Vergil shook his head. "Nah, can't be. He's not around anymore." Vergil plopped down on the carpeted floor next to the couch and leaned on one hand. "But for the past few weeks, there have been some demons on the loose, but they aren't attacking anyone."

"Why not?" Dyne asked curiously.

"Well, the humans seem to want them here. The people are all acting odd."

"Odd how?"

Vergil sighed again. "I can't really explain how, they just seem. . .weird. . ."

Everyone turned their attention to Fayze as he began to shift around on the couch. He let out a small groan and rolled over painfully.

"Ah, you're up." Vergil said, watching the boy blink weakly.

Fayze groaned again, checking out his surroundings. There was a coffee table in front of him and sitting on the floor next to it was Vergil. Nevia was knelled on the other side of the table, Dyne standing right behind her. The room was a small living room with hunter green wallpaper patterned with lighter green flowers. He could see a tv beyond the coffee table. "Where am I?"

"In our apartment." Vergil explained, shifting his weight to the other arm. "How are you feeling?"

"My back still hurts pretty bad, but better than before, I guess. . ." Fayze said in a light, almost sleepy tone. Vergil nodded, glad to see that the kid was okay. Fayze moved around some, trying to relieve some pain from his back and decided it best to just sit up, but as he did so, Nevia put a hand on his shoulder.

"Lay back down. You should rest."

"Yeah," Vergil piped in. "Those guys did quite a number on you." Fayze frowned and looked down at the floor, gritting his teeth, remembering what had been done to him.

"Bastards. . .I swear I'll kill them for that. . .They even used my own whip to hit me too. . ." Fayze looked back up and to Vergil. "You guys didn't happen to pick my whip up when you got me, did you?"

Dyne, who had swiped the whip off the ground when they were leaving, held it up, examining it. "This?" It seemed to be made of leather, quite a well made bull whip. There was a small red gem attached to the end of the whips handle.

"Yes, that's it. Could I have it please?" Fayze asked, putting out a hand to take it. Dyne nodded, handing it over. "Can't be losing this. . ."

"What's so special about a whip?" Dyne asked. He didn't see any value in a little whip, that is, unless a chick had it. . .then things could get kinky. A small smirk spread across Dyne's face as he thought about it. Chicks with whips could be a good thing.

"Well, it's actually a very special weapon. I value it more than you probably do your sword." Fayze explained.

"Ah." Dyne could understand that. "What do you mean 'very special'?

Fayze smiled thinly, and for a moment, Dyne thought he saw fangs. He shook off the thought as Fayze held up the whip. "Watch." Suddenly, smoke seemed to emit from the weapon, fully enveloping it from view. When the smoke disipated, all that was left was the little red gem.

Dyne cocked a brow. "Okay. So it can be carried around conveniently?" He could do that too with his Cerbis gauntlet, so that didn't seem that cool.

"That's not all, watch this now." Fayze assured. He held the little orb up in the palm of his hand. "Ken." Fayze muttered. The orb glowed slightly, and again smoke enveloped it. The smoke spread upward, into the shape of a sword. When the smoke dissappeared again, in its place was a well crafted, thin broadsword about four feet in length with the same small red gem on the end of the hilt. Fayze took ahold of the handle and showed it off. Everyone seemed impressed. "How's that?"

Dyne's eyes widened. "Woah! Cool, how'd you do that?"

"That's the power of this weapon. It's a multi morphing weapon." Fayze began to explain. "My father and his friend got it for me when they were in Japan once."

Dyne stared at the blade in Fayze's hands. "How's it work?"

"Well, it goes by command words. You say the weapon you want, and it changes into that weapon." Fayze explained, making the sword convert back into the little gem.

"Can I see it?" Dyne was springing a little on the balls of his feet now, like a little kid seeing a new toy. Fayze felt happy to see that someone was interested in something of his, so he smiled warmly and put out his hand.

"Go ahead."

Dyne smirked, taking the gem and inspecting it. "I just say a weapon?" Fayze nodded. Dyne smirked again and excitedly held the gem out in the palm of his hand. "Sword." There was a moment of silence, and nothing happened. Dyne frowned, staring at the orb. "Come on, sword!" Still, nothing happened. Dyne looked down at Fayze, who had a childish smile across his face. "What gives? Why isn't it working?"

Fayze chuckled softly. "Sorry, I forgot. Like I said, my dad got it in Japan, so you have to use japanese commands." He explained.

Dyne groaned. He knew very little japanese, maybe enough to ask where the bathroom was or what it was he was eating. He didn't have a clue on how to say weapon names. "Aw, man. . ." He handed the gem back to Fayze, who put it away in his pant pocket.

"Sorry sir." Fayze apoligized. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. When he opened them, he looked around. "By the way, I can't remember if you told me your names."

"I'm Vergil." Vergil piped, standing from the floor. He seemed to stoop over everyone, making himself quite intimidating.

"I'm Nevia." Nevia introduced. "I cleaned up your cuts."

Fayze nodded. "Thank you." He looked over to Dyne. "What about you?"

Dyne stood proudly, trying to make himself almost or as intimidating as Vergil. "I'm Dyne."

Fayze smiled softly, taking another deep breath. He could feel now that his back was almost all the way mended. "Well, I can't thank you enough for helping me out."

"Hey, no problem." Nevia said kindly. "Just helping someone in need."

Dyne stretched longly and looked down at Nevia. "Well, now that I've done my good deed for the day, I'm hungry." He said loudly, so that everyone would know. "What are we eating?"

Nevia shot his a dirty look. What made him think she was planning on making him anything to eat? Well, she had figured on feeding him, but that wasn't the point. Besides, there wasn't much in the apartment to cook. . . "I've got to go get some stuff to make dinner." At this point, she stood up, adjusting her clothes. "I'll be back in a bit."

Everyone, especially Dyne, watched her stride to the door and leave the apartment room, leaving an akward silence within the living room. Dyne took a seat on the couch next to Fayze, leaving Vergil to stand alone in the room. Vergil figured that now was as good a time as ever to begin questioning Fayze.

"So Fayze," Vergil began, starting to pace the room. "Why's a kid like you in a place like this?"

Fayze shifted a bit at the question, seeming reluctant to answer. "Well, it's a bit complicated. . ."

Vergil looked over to the wall above the tv where a clock hung. It was five fifteen. "We got some time. I wouldn't expect Nevia to be home for an hour or so, and then we won't be eating for another hour."

Dyne groaned at that statement. He was hungry now. By the time that wench got back, he'd be dead of starvation, at the very least he'd be in wining mode.

Fayze sighed, then decided to begin. "Well, this is going to sound a bit far fetched, but it has to do with a dream I keep having."

Dyne stared over at Fayze. A dream? He couldn't mean. . . it had to be a coincidince.

"A dream?" Vergil repeated, looking rather concerned for a moment. Dyne saw the look quickly disappear. Fayze nodded, to show that he'd heard him out right.

"Yeah, me and my dad keep having these weird dreams. It's almost like someones trying to call us. . .trying to get us." Fayze trailed off some, looking a bit unsettled. Dyne was now even more curious than ever. So maybe he wasn't the only one having these bizarre nightmares. . .

"So, why come here? What does this have to do with your dreams?" Vergil asked, trying to get the boy to continue.

"My dad heard about this place, and for some reason we just felt like. . .like this place would answer why we were having the dreams. I don't quite understand the feeling myself, but. . ." Again he trailed off, rubbing his arm for comfort. Vergil stopped pacing, staring Fayze in the eye.

"So, your dad sent you here? Alone?"

"I chose to come, but my father tried to persuade me to stay away. . .I should have listened. . ."

"Do you have any ideas as to what's going on here?" Vergil asked.

"I'm not sure. . ." Fayze told.

Vergil proceeded to pace again. This action seemed to make Fayze feel pressured, probably because of Vergil's intimidating nature. "Why were those guys beating you? Any clue?" Vergil asked.

"They said that I was. . .chosen? Yeah, that's it, chosen was the word. They caught me in the streets. . .there were so many people around. About six guys came up, clubbed me in the head before I could get one hit in. No one even tried to help! Next thing I know, they had me tied up, asking me if I'd join them." Fayze scoffed and chuckled lightly. "Can you believe that? They knock the shit out of me, tie me up, then ask me to 'join them'. Arrogant little asses. . .then, when I say no, they flog the hell out of me with my own whip."

"I doubt you simply told them 'no', right?" Vergil asked, somewhat amused.

"I'm sure they got the general idea. . .a little spit in the eye and a few choice words ought to get the message across, right?"

Vergil chuckled. "Of course. I heard one of the guys make a statement about your father when you mentioned him."

"Yeah. I think they want him too. I really don't understand what they could possibly want with us."

Vergil stopped pacing again. "Well, why don't I go try to find out?"

Fayze cocked his head. "What do you mean?"

"I'm pretty sure that most of this town is in on whatever it is that's going on. If that's the case, it shouldn't be too hard to squeeze some info out of someone." Vergil explained.

Fayze nodded. "I see."

Vergil moved his attention to Dyne, who seemed to be brooding over something. "Hey, Dyne."

Dyne snapped his eyes over to his uncle. "What?"

"I'm going out. When Nevia gets in, tell her that I went to gather information, okay?" Vergil ordered.

Dyne nodded dreamily, his mind still on other matters. He was still pondering over these dreams. "Yeah, no problem."

Vergil cocked a brow at Dyne, then turned and left. Now it was just Dyne and Fayze. Now it was Dyne's turn to do the Q&A.

"So. . .Fayze. . ." Dyne began, feeling a bit awkward about what he wanted to ask.

Fayze looked over to him. "Yeah?"

"About your dreams. . . What are they like? I mean, what are they about?"

Fayze sighed deeply. "Well, you won't make fun of me or nothing, right?"

"Nah, they can't be that bad." Dyne assured.

Fayze shifted, resting his now completely healed back on the couch. "Okay, starts out. . .I'm in a hospital room. I'm sitting on a bed, when a man comes in and asks me to come with him. When I first started having the dreams, I thought it was the docter, but he's wearing this hat and his face is all shadowed. . .well, in the beginning, I would follow him. We leave the room, and start down a hallway. At first, everything's alright, but then it starts getting dark. . .then the walls start turning red. There are these wierd moans and wails. . .and then I wake up."

Dyne scoffed. "Sounds like you've been playing too much Silent Hill." Dyne conducted with a laugh. "I mean, hospitals, then red walls. . ."

"No, no. . .you said you wouldn't make fun."

"Sorry. Is there more?" Fayze nodded. "Then please, continue."

"Well, first off, the hospital is this one that my father used to take me to when I was little. I remember the way it looked. . ."

"What were you in a hospital for?" Dyne interrupted.

"It was a special hospital. One that'll keep things like. . .well, me quiet. Devils and the like can't just get accepted to a normal hospital, you know? What would the docters in a 'normal' hospital think when they went to do an operation and suddenly the wound they made to do something starts healing up? It would make quite a scene. . .My father used to take me there to get check ups and stuff. Regular stuff you take your kid to get done."

Dyne could understand that. Dante took him for checkups to similar types of hospitals when he was little. "Okay, okay. Back to the dreams then?"

Fayze nodded, then looked down to the floor. "Right. Well, after I kept having this dream, I started to hesitate about following the man. He would try to persuade me in this calm, cool voice. I eventually straight out told him no, but then he would grab my arm and pull me down the hall by force. He was too strong to get away from. . .but I always wake up when I hear the cries. . ." He turned his head back up, looking to Dyne, who was staring down at the table, a disgruntled look on his face.

"You okay, Dyne?" Fayze asked, concern riding his words. Dyne snapped his head up, gazing at Fayze wildly.

The dream was so similar. It couldn't be coincidince. The setting was different, but the main plot to the dream was the same, no doubt there. Dyne wasn't alone here. . . "Yeah, I'm fine." Dyne finally answered. He wasn't about to start telling anyone about his own dreams, after keeping them secret for so long. "By the way. . .how long have you been having these dreams?"

Fayze thought for a moment. "For about three years or so. . .I never really had them very often, maybe once a month or so, but lately I've been having them every other night or so." He rubbed his arm again. "Almost makes me afraid to go to sleep. . ."

Three years. . .that was about the same amount of time Dyne had been having his dreams too. They had started quite differently before though. He had been in a street, being attacked by some kind of shadowy devil. He had figured that dream had only been a preminition to the next morning when he had gone to Berail with Tye and been impaled by the shadow. Not only that, but his dreams had been rare before, but now they were coming up almost every time he fell asleep. Now Dyne was sure that he and Fayze were on the same boat here.

"That's pretty weird." Dyne said calmly, masking the fact that he was all too concerned about these dreams. "Your dad has the same dreams?"

Fayze nodded. "Kind of, but they involve him in this alley. He says he's sitting there, when this dark figure comes up to him and his shadow comes over him. Then, the guys shadow just comes off of the ground and latches onto him, like it's trying to cover him or something."

The kids dads dreams seemed even more like Dyne's than Fayze's. Dyne stood up abrutly. "I've gotta go take a leak, be right back." He then strode off, in search of the bathroom. When he found it, he went in, turned on the light and shut the door, locking it. He turned on the water to the sink, beginning to wash his face.

"What am I so worked up over?" Dyne thought to himself. "They're just dreams. . .dreams can't hurt you. . .they're just images that your subconsious creates. . ." Even though he knew this, why the hell was he so upset? "I've got to pull it together. . ." Dyne splashed some water into his hair, dampening every inch. He then brushed it back with his fingers, trying to get it slicked as much as possible.

"I'm too strong to let something like a little dream stir me up." Dyne told himself. He pulled a towel from the towel rod and patted his face dry. "Don't let it get to you, Dyne. . ." He sat the towel on the edge of the sink, then looked up at his own reflection, staring back at him. He let a smirk cross his lips, watching the reflection mimic him. "I can handle this."

It's been a while. . .I hope it wasn't too bad. Please R & R!