Sigh. . .I'm beginning to think that the only one reading this is Busta. . .(sniffles) Is it really that bad? ;; Oh well, I'm just glad someone's enjoying it.

Chapter 8

Vergil and Fayze stared at Dyne and Nevia as they came down the hall from the bathroom, as if they had done something wrong. Nevia smiled nervously, then shrugged. "What?"

"Nothing." Fayze said. "We're just amazed that you two seem to be getting along so well all the sudden."

"Well," Nevia began, glancing over to Dyne, who had both arms rested behind his head. "We've sort of. . .settled our differences."

"That's good to hear." Vergil stated, somewhat relieved. He had a small slip of paper crunched up in his hand, and held it up. "Read this." Nevia took the piece of paper and began to read what was written on it, Dyne reading over her shoulder.

'Come to the hill near Delvin Street at noon. If you do not, a tragic event shall happen before this days end.' The note read. Nevia handed it back to Vergil, frowning.

"What does it mean?" Nevia wondered aloud. Dyne wasn't sure what it meant either, so he just stood quitely.

Vergil shrugged. "The two of us were sitting in the kitchen and heard someone slide this under the door. Didn't catch whoever put it there though." he explained.

"Who's it for? Me and Fayze?" Dyne asked.

"Probably so." Fayze agreed. He looked up at Vergil. "What do you think? Should we go?"

Vergil sighed, then walked around to the couch, plopping down. He crumpled the note into a ball and chunked it down on the coffee table. "You two can't go alone. It's obviously a Griffite trap."

"But it said a tragedy would happen if we didn't go!" Fayze yelled. "What if they try to do something horrible?"

"What could they possibly do?" Vergil spat. "Come on, kid, think about it. Only a fool would go!"

Fayze glared at him. "Fine then." He began to trudge toward the door angrily. "I suppose I'm a fool."

Vergil shot up as Fayze reached the door. He stood in front of him like a human wall. "You're not going anywhere, not alone at least."

Dyne came up toward Fayze now. "Then I'll go with him." He said. "I'm a bit curious of what they want."

Vergil glared at them both with frustration in his eyes. "Neither of you are going anywhere without me or Nevia with you, and neither of us plan to--"

"I'll go with them." Nevia interupted, walking up to the group now. Vergil shot his glance to her now.

"Nev! What are you thinking?! You know damn well this is a trap!"

"So? I'm tired of standing around doing nothing. Besides, what if they really do something bad? I don't want to feel guilty just because I didn't do what they wanted."

"But that's just it! You're doing what they want; falling into their trap!" Vergil warned.

Nevia looked over to Fayze and Dyne. "You boys want to get going? We've got two hours until noon, so we could head out now, just to be early."

Both men nodded quickly. "Sure, why not?" said Dyne with a smirk. "I'll get my guns."

"And I'm going to the bathroom first!" Fayze laughed, as he and Dyne both left the room. Vergil leered angrily at Nevia, who just stood there with her arms crossed across her chest, a smirk on her face.

"Have you gone mad?! You're just going to put yourself in danger!" Vergil growled.

Nevia sighed. "Since when did you become such a worry wart? What's been wrong with you lately, Vergil? You've been acting strangily."

Vergil was silent for some time before shrugging. "I've been nervous for the past few days. Can't sleep very well either."

"Well, calm down. You're going to give yourself ulcers." Nevia warned. "We're going to be fine, you'll see. And when we get back, I'll make broiled steak with a salad and mashed potatoes."

Vergil was a sap for Nevia's cooking no matter what it was she was cooking, and both she and Vergil were quite aware of this. He smiled thinly, then sighed. "Alright. Have things your way. . .but remember, I told you so."

"That's more like it." Nevia smiled, hugging Vergil playfully. "You're the greatest, Verg!"

Vergil rolled his eyes. "Please, stop acting like such a child."

Nevia giggled, then let Vergil go. She turned to the direction of the spare bedroom and bathroom. "You two ready?! Come on!" She hollered. Dyne came trotting down the hall, and Nevia could hear the toilet flushing as Fayze came running from the bathroom.

"Let's do this!" Dyne laughed with a smirk, seeing Fayze still fumbling with his belt.

Later, the three were headed down the same street Dyne, Vergil, and Nevia had been on when they had come from the old prison. This was Delvin Street, and Dyne could see the hill he and Vergil had crossed when they had found Fayze.

"That must be where they want us to go." Nevia said. Dyne and Fayze both nodded, and the three all headed up to the hill.

Once they were there, Nevia looked around, seeing if anyone was there. "No one's here yet."

"Well, of course not." Dyne assured. "We're only here what, an hour and fourty five minutes until twelve? I doubt they were planning on sitting around up here."

Fayze sighed and sat down, pulling out his pack of smokes. He took one out and popped it into his mouth. Nevia and Dyne both watched him light it up.

"Aren't you a bit. . .young to be smoking?" Nevia asked as he blew some smoke away. Fayze just sat there for a moment, then shrugged.

"How old do I look to you?" Fayze asked softly, taking another drag.

"I'd say sixteen." Nevia guessed.

"I'm guessing fifteen." said Dyne.

Fayze pointed to Nevia. "Yep, you're right; sixteen."

"And already looking to get cancer." Dyne grumbled with a laugh.

Fayze laughed too. "Oh, come on! Cigerettes really don't bother devils. Our bodies can heal that stuff too."

"Are you sure?" Nevia asked with concern.

Fayze shrugged. "My dad said so. Besides, I'm nervous about this whole meeting thing. That's the only reason I'm smoking right now."

"Oh yeah? I saw you with that cig hanging out of your mouth earlier as you came out of the store when we were getting attacked." Dyne remembered. "You didn't have any reason to be nervous then, at least not until you got into the fight with us."

"Okay, okay. . .so I smoke." Fayze admitted. "Don't make a big deal out of it, jeez. . ."

Nothing more was said about Fayze's smoking habit, except when Nevia asked for him to keep the smoke away from her. Only twenty minutes had passed, and Dyne was getting rather bored of waiting.

"We should have come around eleven thrity." He growled, making a tiny trench in the dirt with his boot heel. Fayze sighed, also feeling the effects of boredom setting in. Nevia didn't seem to mind too much, but she was also getting somewhat tired of waiting.

"Let's think of something to do to pass the time." Nevia suggested. "Anyone have any ideas?"

"I know," Dyne began. "Either of you play video games?"

"No." Nevia told. "I never have the time. . ."

"Oh yeah!" Fayze said brightly. "I love games."

"Really? What do you play then?" Dyne asked curiously.

"Mostly RPG's and some fighting games. That's where I learned some of my moves from."

Nevia cocked an eyebrow at him. "Wait a minute. Don't tell me you learned to fight by playing video games."

"Well, not totally." Fayze admitted. "I use so many different weapons and techniques it's a pain. My dad taught me sword fighting and how to fight with a scythe. His friend taught me hand to hand, other sword techniques, and how to fight with a whip. The rest of my skills were self taught or learned by carefully mimicing characters from games."

Dyne laughed. "This I'd have to see. Give me an example of a game taught fighting skill. Come on." He provoked.

Fayze stood up and took out his gem. "Okay, have you ever played Soul Caliber?" Dyne nodded, having played the game at arcades quite a bit. Fayze said a word in japanese, and the little orb turned into a rod again. Dyne immediately knew who he was going to mimic.

"Oh god, don't tell me you're gonna mock Kilik." Fayze only nodded and began twirling the rod around in his fingers, then held it vertically, twirling from one side of his body to the other. He moved quick swiftly, with almost the exact skill as Kilik.

"That's amazing, for being learned on a game." Nevia admitted.

"I taught myself some of my own moves too though." Fayze said as he made the staff revert to the gem.

Dyne was simply astonished. "Do another, do another!"

Fayze spent the next fourty minutes or so, getting Dyne to guess who he was copying. Dyne figured out each one with ease, having played numerous games in his life. He watched now as Fayze swung his sword around.

"Link. Has to be." Dyne answered. Fayze nodded, putting the sword away.

"You're good at this." Fayze complemented.

"I'd better be. Been an avid player since I was five." Dyne boasted. Nevia was tiring from watching Fayze, and sighed.

"That's nice Dyne, really. . .What a way to spend your childhood. . ." Nevia said glumly. Dyne frowned at her.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just getting bored like you guys."

Dyne, who was standing now, teetered back and forth on his heels. "Hey Nev, what did you do for fun when you were little?"

Nevia looked up at him, a look of wonder on her face. "Well, I. . ." She thought for a moment, trying to remember. "I don't really remember. . .I can't recall much of my childhood."

"You've got to remember something, right?" Fayze said with a shrug. "What do you remember?"

Nevia sighed. "I doubt you two want to hear. It's a bit depressing. . ."

"Come on!" Fayze pushed. "Let's have a story time! Everyone can talk about their past. Nevia first though." Dyne sat down, squirming some. He didn't really want to talk about that stuff. . .

Nevia rubbed her arm. "Well, I remember my uncle taking care of me. He was a happy man, my dads half brother. Despite being a human, he was pretty strong. He had to be, growing up with my dad. My old man was half devil, just like Dyne's dad."

"How was your dad?" Fayze asked.

"I didn't know him, my uncle just told me about him. He said he was a tall, strong man who enjoyed fighting. He told me that he had died when I was very young, and so I had to stay with him." Nevia explained.

"What about your mom? What happened to her?"

"She died giving birth to me, from what I'm told. She was a human. . ."

Dyne and Fayze both frowned. "Sorry to hear that." Dyne apoligized.

Nevia shook her head. "Nah, don't worry about it. I'm not too sad, since I never really knew them."

"So, how was it growing up?" Fayze tried to get her to continue.

"Well, my uncle raised me like a boy, so I was a tomboy. . .still am too. I was home schooled until I was about fourteen. . .then our house caught fire. My uncle got trapped, and only I made it out alive." Both men looked saddened, but Nevia smiled softly. "Don't worry about it, guys. That was eight years ago, I'm over it. . ."

"Did you have to stay at a orphanage?" Fayze continued.

"No, we lived out in the middle of nowhere, so no one even knew that we were there. I tried to stay in the forest around our home, living off what animals I could capture and berries. . .I was okay for a while. . .at least until winter came."

"What happened?" Fayze seemed to be getting into the story, listening intently.

"The food was suddenly gone when winter came, and I was forced to go hungry. Finally, I layed out in the snow, waiting to die. . .when all the sudden this crow came flying up with a large piece of meat in its feet. It almost seemed like it was giving it to me, so I took it and ate it. That's when I learned that birds would do what I told them. Because of them, I made it through that winter."

Dyne decided to ask a question too. "How did you end up with the devil army then if you were living in a forest?"

"I'm getting there, hold on. Okay, so as I was saying, after that winter, I was walking around with my birds, gathering firewood, when I saw this young man. It had been months, almost a year since I'd seen another human and I ran up to him, crying with happiness. He seemed rather surprised himself, and wouldn't quit asking me if I was a devil. I told him the truth, and he told me he'd take care of me if I'd come with him."

"Who was the guy?" Dyne asked curiously.

"You knew him. It was Demitri." This seemed to shock Dyne, and he just stared for a moment, before waving for her to go on. "Well, Demitri took me to his master, Tethis, who asked me to be a soldier in his army."

"What'd you tell him?"

"I said sure. I had nothing to lose, so what did it matter? They trained me to fight, which was something I picked up pretty quickly. Tethis was amazed with how good I was with a sword in just a few months. He eventually made me a commander of his army."

"So why was Demitri working for him? I thought he and Dante had been friends." Dyne asked.

"Yeah, he told me about that. I think he was trapped. . .he told me that a devil general named Gaul sent him to the underworld when he and Dante fought him. Demi told me that Gaul died before they got there, but his son Tethis immediately took him into custody. They tortured him and beat him for five years. . .They were trying to brain wash him, and somewhat succeeded. They turned Demi against Dante, which you saw three years ago."

"Yeah. . ." Dyne nodded. "What did you do after you left my place after Berail?"

"I wanted to do some thinking for a while alone, so I started traveling. After a year, I was at a bar when a big fight started up. Vergil happened to be there, and helped me out. We talked for a while, and he told me he had decided to repent for his wicked ways. I decided to help him out and we've been partners since."

"An interesting story." Dyne approved. Fayze nodded his agreement, and Dyne looked to him. "You got a good story, Fayze?"

Fayze stared at him. "Me next?" Dyne nodded. "Oh, alright. It's nothing great though. What do you want to hear first?"

"How about your family?" Nevia suggested. "And your home."

"Alright. I lived with my mom, dad, and their--"

"No, no! Tell some names." Dyne groaned. "It was confusing enough with Nevia talking about her dad and uncle. Use some names, please."

"Okay, my moms name is Beryl, my dads is Kaos, and we also live with my dads friend, Merin. We've lived on this little island called Zalari Island since I can remember." Dyne recognized all of the names Fayze had just given. He'd heard them from Dante once or twice. "Like I told Dyne and Vergil, we helped out the wolf clan there."

"Have any rough times?" Nevia asked.

Fayze shook his head. "Not really. My dad and Merin travelled a lot, but I had a pretty fun time with my mom and all of the wolf kids. I remember all the kids making fun of Skail because of his name."

"What was wrong with Skail's name? Sounded pretty cool to me." Dyne stated.

"Well, he's Skail for short. His whole first name is Skailoros Lupal." Fayze explained.

"Wow, that's a name there." Dyne laughed. "So, nothing really amazing happened in your life?"

"Well, not really." Fayze rubbed his head. "Not quite as full of detail and excitement as Nevia's. I've had a happy, good life really."

"Hey Fayze. . ." Nevia began. "I was just curious, what kind of demon are you anyways?"

Fayze scratched the back of his neck and sighed. "Well, my dad is half vampire, half devil, and my mom is an immortal human. So I don't really have a 'kind'."

"Immortal?" Dyne asked. He'd never heard of an immortal human before.

"Yeah, the immortals or mystics are humans who can live on forever, never dying of old age and always appearing young and beautiful. They hold magical and healing powers too and created many healing relics. Unfortunatly, there aren't very many of them left in the world. . ."

"Why? It they never die of old age, why would there be so few?"

"Well. . .witchcraft reasons. Many people thought that the mystics were evil practitioners of dark magic. Their population bombed between the tenth and fifteenth centeries because of it. My mothers family went into hiding, but her parents were caught when she was pretty young. . .I think my moms the only one left. . .except me I suppose."

"That's horrible!" Nevia sympathized.

Fayze shrugged. "I know. . ."

Everyone was silent for a moment, until Fayze looked at Dyne. "Are you going to tell us about your past, Dyne?"

"Well. . ." Dyne hesitated. He really didn't feel like talking about it still, but both Nevia and Fayze were pushing at him.

"Come on, we told you ours." Nevia said. "Spit it out."

Dyne grumbled with frustration. "Okay, okay. . ." He took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. "You all know who my dad is, so there's no point in telling you. My mom was Schala Kiyashi, daughter to Yui Kiyashi, the leader of the wolf clan. She was also Skail's half sister.

"Half sister? I never knew he even had a sister." Fayze said in surprise.

"Yeah, they had different moms. Dante told me a while back. Her mom was a human, so she was a halfy just like my dad. However, I. . .erm. . ."

"What's wrong Dyne?" Nevia asked as he trailed off. She could see a disgruntled look on his face.

"Well, me and Tye seemed to have received quite a bit of demonic blood. . .my dad says we're both about seventy five percent devil. . ."

"That explains your temper. . ." Nevia mumbled. "Anyways," She looked at her watch, seeing that time had flown by. It was now eleven twenty; fourty minutes to go. "keep going. Tell us about your childhood."

"Well, my mom got sick and died when me and Tye were only four. We didn't really understand death when it happened, and Dante told us she had gone to heaven. We thought that just meant she'd gone away to a peaceful, happy place. . ."

"Until you got older, right?"

"Yeah, when we got a little older, we learned about life and death, and me and Tye spent a while mopping and upset. We thought we could have helped her. . ."

Nevia could see that Dyne seemed to be getting upset as he spoke about his mother. "That's enough, you can go on to something else, if you like." Dyne was silent for a while, then finally started talking again.

"My dad went on a lot of missions when we were kids, so he'd get his friend Trish to watch us. My dad still keeps close ties with her." Dyne sighed, brushing some of his bangs behind his ears. "I was always made fun of in school, because everyone said I was a freak. I didn't know I was part devil for a long time. . .One day I got suspended because I was fighting and something really weird happened. . .I don't remember what I did, but the kid I got in the fight with didn't come back to school for two weeks. While I was suspended, my dad explained to me what I was. . .I took it pretty well, really. I ended up with no friends, and beating people up if they messed with me. The only person I could depend on was my brother."

"Why don't you go ahead and quite, Dyne?" Nevia suggested, feeling that Dyne was still upset. "We've heard enough."

Dyne sighed, relieved that he could shut up. After sitting around for quite some more time, Nevia looked at her watch, seeing that they still had ten minutes.

"Is everyone ready? Just in case someone tries to fight us?"

Dyne jumped up, cracking his knuckles. Fayze flicked his butt away, then stood. "We're as ready as we'll ever be." Dyne assured with confidence.

"Well, I wasn't expecting you all here so early." A voice said smoothly. All three at the hilltop looked down the hill, seeing a slinder, snakey looking man with slicked back mossy green colored hair. He smiled smuggly up at them all, his slit eyes moving from one to the other. As he neared them, he waved one hand slightly. "Nice to meet you all. I'm Kumo Orochi." Nevia had heard the name Orochi before somewhere, maybe in a book once. Kumo stared at Dyne and Fayze now. "So, both the chosen kids came, eh? Good job."

"We're not here to join you and your faction pal." Dyne told him. "We just came because of the note someone stuck under our door."

Kumo laughed. "That was me. I take it you didn't want to find out what we'd do if you didn't come, right?" He shrugged, then sighed. "I'm not sure what would have happened if you didn't show. We would have probably come after you, eventually."

"So, what do you want us here for?" Fayze asked.

"Isn't it obvious? I wanted to ask you to join us." Kumo explained. "Our lord would really appreciate your acceptance.

Dyne and Fayze both scoffed. "Do you really think we're going to come along peacefully? Give me a break." Dyne laughed.

Kumo frowned. "So you won't come? Why? If you choose to deny our lord, you'll be destroyed with the rest of the people who don't come to us."

"Do you really think we're supposed to believe all that 'purify the world' bullshit?" Nevia asked at a growl.

Kumo shook his head. "Actually, no. Only the humans think that. They're so gullable and ignorant." He chuckled, rubbing his temples. "They follow orders like ants to their queen. . .It's pitiful."

"If your not planning to purify the world of filth, then what the hell are you planning?" Dyne asked, curious to know.

"Duh." Kumo scoffed. "Take the human world over, of course. If we can get all of the strongest warriors to join us, then no one can stop us." He blabbed.

"So that's what you want us for? We're not that strong, you know." Fayze admitted.

Kumo stared at Fayze. "But wouldn't you like to be strong? Our lord can give you a great deal of power. Trust me, I should know."

"Never!" Dyne spat. "I'll never join your stupid faction! My job is to kill those who want to destroy this world. That means you and this lord of yours."

Kumo shrugged. "Whatever you say then. Guess I'll have to drag you to our master once I've knocked you around a bit."

"The only person that's going to get knocked around is you, buddy." Dyne growled, materializing the Cerbis gauntlet. He took hold of a spike on the top of it, pulling it. As he slowly pulled, a long, thin devil sword came from the hole in the gauntlet. Dyne still couldn't see how such a long blade could get into the gauntlet. He figured it had to do with Cerbis's powers though. He held the sword, ready to fight.

"Now that's a sword, kid." Kumo commented. "But I don't think it'll have quite the umph you're expecting."

"Really?" Dyne smirked. "You don't look so tough."

Kumo grinned. "Oh, I can assure you. . .I'm quite fiesty." He warned, his eyes seeming to gleam brightly. Dyne could feel a sudden power surge of demonic energy in the area as a strange, black aura surrounded Kumo.

Dyne motioned for Fayze and Nevia to spread out, taking Kumo at three sides. He was just standing there, seeming to be powering up. "This human body is just so weak. . .I'd never fight you like this." Kumo said.

"That's good. A better challange." Dyne said as he and the others got into fighting position.

Kumo began to laugh menicingly. "Yes. . .a challenge. . ." His voice was becoming raspy now as the evil aura began to grow.

"What are you doing?" Dyne wondered aloud. He took a step back as the dark energy seemed to shroud his opponent from view. The dark mass of energy slowly grew in size.

Fayze squirmed, making his sword. "I don't like this. . .There's something wrong here." He warned.

"What's he doing?" Dyne asked the other two. Nevia stared over at him, materializing her sword.

"He's transforming! Get ready." Nevia warned. Dyne was quick to do so, waiting for any sign of attack.

After a moment, a giant snakes head was coming at Dyne, and he barely managed to react and jump away without being bitten. He looked before him to see a gargantuan devil with eight massive snake heads with each neck branching down into one thick body. All of the heads were hissing loudly, some looking at the other two fighters.

"Holy shit!" Dyne yelled with surprise. He hadn't expected their opponent to be like this. He had only seemed like a little humanoid at first, but now he looked big and ugly enough to eat a couple of cows.

Another head shot down at Dyne, but he quickly dodged to the side. He drove his sword into the snakes face, causing that one head to rear up and screech in agony.

Nevia was having quite an easy time with one of the heads; she quickly gouged out an eye, sending her blade through its eye and into the brain. The head fell limply to the ground, leaving only seven heads to deal with.

Fayze hopped into the air as a head snapped down at him. He landed on the top of the head, letting his sword pierce into its skull. It screamed shortly, then crumpled to the ground, twitching some. Fayze looked to where Dyne was just finishing off the head he'd started on, leaping up toward the next on. With a sigh, Fayze retracted his sword. "Ogama." He muttered, now causing a scythe to appear. He swiftly bolted under one of the oncoming heads, slicing into its throat as he passed. Blood gushed from the wound, and Fayze narrowly missed being drenched as he dashed out from under the beast. Now there were only four heads left.

"Three." Fayze thought as he saw Dyne fly downward into another head, colliding with the top of its skull with a powerful crunch. The head was thrown into the ground with the blow and hissed out loudly, spurting blood from its screeching mouth. Dyne quickly finished it off by plunging his blade straight into the beasts gapping mouth. He spun around on another head that was coming at him, moving underneath it some and just holding his sword out. He let the serpent squewer itself, then, as the head reared up, he unholstered one of his guns. He took aim, shooting off two rounds into each of its eyes. He lept into the air afterward, bringing his sword up into the snakes lower jaw with an upward slash. He didn't figure it would be doing much after that.

Nevia had the remaining two heads coming after her. She was chopping at one, but it wouldn't seem to go down. Dyne smirked, deciding to help her out. He started walking toward her, watching her take out the first of the two heads with a powerful downward thrust. The serpent head was pinned to the ground with her sword, and Dyne could see the other head coming toward Nevia fast.

"WATCH OUT!!" Dyne yelled, sprinting toward Nevia. He knew she wouldn't have time to react. He got to her, ramming her to the ground. A sudden, piercing pain dug into Dyne's whole right side, and his vision flashed white. He roared with pain as he felt himself being lifted off the ground and could feel what felt like numerous knifes stabbed into the side of his body.

Both Nevia and Fayze could see quite plainly what was happening. The serpent had Dyne in its mouth and was shaking him around in the air like a rag doll. "DYNE!!" Nevia cried out, running up to the snake with Fayze close behind her. They both began to hack into the serpents body, trying to make it release Dyne. As Nevia drove her sword into the beasts body for the sixth time, it let out a piercing screech and slammed Dyne into the ground, freeing him in the process. Fayze hurled his scythe into the air, trying to get the snake in the face. He managed to slash into the side of its lower jaw, shattering the bone. Its mouth now just hung open oddly, and it backed away from the three.

"WE"LL MEET AGAIN!!" The serpent roared. A large, dark, spell portal suddenly opened on the ground next to Kumo, and the snake dove in, escaping from the battle.

Nevia took little time to run over to Dyne's aid, gasping as she caught sight of the long line of massive holes along his side in the shape of the serpents mouth. His breathing was raspy and labored, and he just layed there, groaning slightly.

"Hang on!" Nevia cried, undoing the buttons of Dyne's blood soaked overshirt. She tried to get him to sit up, but to no avail. She glared at Fayze, who was watching. "Don't just stand there! Give me a hand!" Fayze helped her get him sat up, then helped her remove his overshirt completely. Dyne groaned loudly with pain as they both pulled off his undershirt. With him sat up, the two could see that the wounds were on both his front and back. Nevia hissed painfully as she looked at the wounds, and Fayze looked like he was about to vomit. Each hole was a good inch in diameter, and they seemed swollen. The skin around the holes was a purplish tint, and blood seeped out with each breath Dyne took.

Nevia took the tattered undershirt Dyne had been wearing and pressed it firmly against his chest to try and lessen the bleeding. He moaned lightly, then wimpered as she applied the other shirt to his back. Nevia lifted the shirt on his chest slightly, to check if the wounds were healing. She watched for a moment, but saw that they weren't.

"What's wrong?! He's not healing." Nevia asked, her voice breaking slightly. Fayze looked up at her, seeing tears streaming down her red cheeks. "Why aren't they closing up?!"

Fayze looked down at Dyne now. He leaned down and slowly tried to pick the wounded Dyne up, causing him to moan with pain.

"What are you doing?!" Nevia spat, standing. Fayze drapped the heavy body over his shoulder, causing himself to sag horribly under the weight.

"We've got to get him back to your house. Maybe Vergil can help." Fayze explained, trying to move Dyne so that he could comfortably carry him.

Nevia bit her lower lip, then wiped the tears from her face. She came next to Fayze, taking hold of one of Dyne's dangling arms. "Let me help you then."

Fayze grunted, but shook his head, pulling away from Nevia. "No. If the faction sees us, I'm going to need some cover. You watch out for me, okay?"

Nevia hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "Let's hurry then."

MWAHAHAH!! I just love to put Dyne in pain. He deserves it for being such an ass all the time.

Dyne: (sobs) She hates me. . . ;;

Burry: No I don't! (hugs) This is just your role!

Dyne: ;; Well, I wouldn't have this role, if you liked me. . . .

Please, review! I'd hate to think that the only person in the world reading this is Bustahead! (Not that that's a bad thing! )