I apologize for taking so long to update. I had some HORRIBLE writers block, and it would not go away for over a week. Don't ask why, I've got no clue what happened. Maybe I need to just go play with my muse or something. . .I don't know. Perhaps I'll make up for it, since this chapter actually has some ACTION! Of course, so did the last chapter. (coughs and shrugs)
I want to thank the few loyal readers of this story, thank you very much all. (bows) I know these chapters are long, and perhaps boring or intimidating. I apologize, but I can't get it out right in only a short thing, and I really don't even notice the length until I'm proofreading it. Also, I don't think people seem to enjoy OC's as much. I'm sorry, and I'll probably tone down the amount of them in later stories. . .
Disclaimer: I don't own DMC, but anyone or anything that you've never seen in any of the games is mine DMC is Capcom's!
Chapter 13
Dyne held Fayze on his shoulder, giving him support so that he could walk. He had one arm across the boys upper back above the wound, and the other clenching the grip of the Cerbis sword. However, Fayze was beginning to sag horribly, and becoming rather heavy. Dyne wasn't sure how long he'd stay conscious at this rate. The wound in his back was slowly healing, but not as quickly as the blood could flow from it. They didn't have anything to pack into it, so he was forced to bleed. His face was becoming as ashy as his hair, and his eyes were slightly glazed.
Dyne didn't understand why Fayze was healing this slowly. If he'd have been hit by a shadow like that, even in the lung, he would have been up and ready to fight again by now.
"Fayze, why aren't you healing right?" Dyne asked quietly. "That thing should already be mended."
Fayze smiled at him weakly. "I'm not as quick a healer as you. . .Remember the whip lashes? It took me about twenty minutes to heal from those completely and that was just minor wounds. . .It'd take you less than five. . .I just don't heal as fast. . ." He coughed lightly, stumbling over his own feet a little, but was quickly lifted back up by Dyne.
"Don't die on me, Fayze." Dyne grumbled, shifting him lightly. Fayze only groaned slightly, then coughed hoarsely. He began to speak lightly.
"I'll be fine. . .Just. . .I just need to rest. . ." Fayze groaned softly. "I should have used my spells. . .I wasn't thinking about it." He hadn't expected to get attacked from behind like he had, or he might have been able to perform a shadow spell, to replace his physical body with a sort of doppelganger.
Nevia smiled at him. "You still did a good job. Don't worry about it." She sighed, straining her ears for any sound. "Right now we have to find Vergil, and quickly."
Both Dyne and Fayze nodded. Since they had heard the roar, the entire area had been dead silent. They slowly came around to the doorway that Vergil had gone through, and Nevia anxiously ran inside, looking around. It was a large living room, but the couch was turned over, old and shredded badly. There were a few chairs, all broken apart, and two lamps, lying broken on the ground. However, there was no sign of Vergil.
"Vergil!" Nevia called, not caring if any demon's heard her. She moved forward more into the room, looking down a corridor that led to the rest of the house. Dyne gently kneeled down, sliding Fayze from his shoulder and letting him rest against the wall near the doorway. Fayze didn't bother to argue, and sat there quietly, taking shallow breaths of air.
Dyne stood up, coming down toward the corridor Nevia was standing in. The wallpaper in the hall was shredded badly in many places, and there were also large holes smashed into the wall. He could sense Vergil somewhere in the building, and looked to Nevia. "Well, now what?"
"What do you think? We've got to find Vergil." Nevia replied, moving toward a door at the end of the corridor. Dyne followed her through as she opened it, and they found themselves in another hall. It went both to the left and right, and there were two doors to the left, one to the far right, and one right in front of them.
"I'll take to the right and front. You look down there." Nevia ordered, pointing Dyne towards the left. Dyne nodded his agreement, moving quickly in that direction. He came to the first door against the right wall, pushing it open slowly. It was just an old, smelly bathroom; nothing of importance seemed to be inside. He shut the door quietly, then continued down the hall, toward the door against the end wall.
As he neared it, he could feel something inside, something wicked. It sure as hell wasn't human, and it was big, whatever it was. He came close, against the door now, and could hear something inside that made a sliding-like sound. Along with it, he could hear someone groan softly, a deep groan, possibly Vergil. Slowly, Dyne pushed the door open a little, letting his eyes scan the side of the room that was within view.
It was probably once someone's bedroom, but no longer. Now, it smelled musty and old, and the windows were shattered. The first thing Dyne saw was a large dresser, looking almost as if someone had smashed it in half in the middle. Dirty, stained clothes were scattered across the floor, and Dyne allowed himself further into the room, looking past the door.
As Dyne looked to the other side of the room, he gasped. Next to the bed was a gargantuan black serpent and Dyne though immediately that it was Kumo sporting only one head. However, he remembered that Kumo had been a greener color as a snake. The snakes head nearly touched the high ceiling, and its body was raised in front of itself. Dyne noticed that the monster seemed to have someone wrapped tightly in it coils, and they were moving slightly. The only part of their body that wasn't wrapped was their head. Dyne could see the white, slicked back hair of his uncle, his face clenched in pain as the serpent squeezed harder.
"Verg!" Dyne yelled, quickly getting his blade ready. His yell caught the snake's attention, and the beast stared over at him in alarm, then let a long hiss emit from its mouth. Vergil turned his head slightly, opening his eyes as he heard Dyne's voice.
"Dyne!" Vergil growled, his voice sounding very strained and pained. "Get me down from here!" He groaned loudly as the serpent twisted its coils tighter around him, his breathing becoming light and labored.
"Hold on!" Dyne charged forward at the monster, waiting to see if it would try to strike at him. Just as he expected, it lunged its head forward, rows of sharp, venom filled teeth gleaming brightly in its gapping mouth. Dyne quickly jumped up into the air, landing on the top of its enormous head. He raised his sword up into the air, but before he could plunge it into the snake's skull, it bucked upward, sending Dyne from its head and into the ceiling. Caught by surprise, the back of Dyne's head and shoulders slammed hard into the roof, then he fell to the floor. However, he managed to right himself enough during the fall to land in a kneel on all fours, then spun back around to face the monster.
Dyne could plainly see Vergil weakly struggling to get loose and he knew he needed to free him before he continued this battle. Dyne took his sword quickly, spread his legs slightly to balance himself, twisted his body to one side, then threw his weight forward, hurling the sword, sending it spinning forward toward the serpents body like a giant boomerang. The blade sliced cleanly into a part of its body, close to where Vergil was being held. The snake reared up, screeching loudly as it unfolded its coils and let Vergil fall to the floor. Vergil just laid there for some time, gasping for air as Dyne continued fighting.
Nevia had obviously heard the commotion within the bedroom, and ran into the room, staring at the scene for a moment. Dyne was keeping himself moving, running around and around the snake quickly, trying to confuse it and keep it from Vergil, who Nevia could see laying on the floor close by. She quickly ran over, grabbing Vergil around the arms and dragging him away while the serpent had its attention on Dyne.
She dragged him over to the door and rolled him over onto his back, trying to look at his face. His breathing was shallow, and he held a rather pained expression on his bright red face, which was slowly returning to a paler pink color. "Verg, are you alright?" Nevia asked, her voice somewhat shaky. If he wasn't alright, someone was going to pay dearly.
Vergil slowly opened his eyes, groaning lightly. The snake hadn't broken any bones yet, but had certainly squeezed him hard enough to make him ache horribly. His lungs were beginning to work properly again, and he moved his head around slightly. "Nngh. . ."
"Verg, are you okay?" Nevia repeated, moving him into a sitting position. Vergil groaned in pain as she did, but nodded to show that he was, in fact, going to be alright. "Good." Nevia smiled thinly, looking over to Dyne and the snake again.
Dyne was managing to stay unscathed, keeping himself moving around the serpent, so that it couldn't land a blow. He would wait for the snake to strike at him, then move, either thrusting or slashing his sword into the snake's body. He slowly worked his way from its lower body, to the area around its head, hoping he could gouge into its skull soon.
The serpent's movement was becoming sluggish now, and it wasn't rearing up anymore before it struck, due to the multiple slashes and stab wound along its body. It kept its head low to the ground, lunging forward to snap at Dyne every few moments, but Dyne was quite a bit quicker than the beast. He was now working at its face, stabbing into its jaw and trying to get to the eyes.
Dyne gave a triumphant smirk as the creature reared back, screeching and hissing as its eye was pierced, dark green blood flowing from it heavily. He quickly dashed for the wall, running up it and springing off, flying toward the serpents blinded side with his sword held below him. He flew over its head, his blade slashing into its nose. The sword caught against bone, and Dyne's body was thrusted downward. He quickly took footing on the back of the serpent's head, where the skull met with its neck. His sword was buried deep into its face, and it heaved its head up again, roaring loudly; the same horrible, blood curdling sound Dyne and the others had heard from outside earlier. Dyne dug his boots into the snake's skin, clutching the grip of his sword tightly. He certainly didn't want to pull the blade out; that would only allow the beast to buck him off again.
The creature obviously wasn't planning on letting Dyne find the time to figure out a plan, and charged into a wall, smashing through it rather easily. Dyne was flung forward from the force, he and the Cerbis blade slamming into a brick wall outside of the house and in another small alley. Dyne's back hit the wall, and as he slid down slightly, he tried to clear his mind from the blow, and pushed off, flying in the serpent's direction again. No overgrown reptile was going to use him like a rag doll and get away with it.
He could see the snake's body below him. It was staring up at him with its one eye, getting ready to strike up at him. Dyne reached quickly into his shoulder holsters, drawing his guns. He held Cerbis and one gun oddly in one hand and the other gun in his other, taking aim. As he sailed over the creature, he sent down a rain of bullets, watching them pelt into the serpents head with tiny mists of hunter green blood. The beast hissed loudly, shooting its head up at Dyne, its mouth open for Dyne to see long rows of razor sharp teeth, dripping with froth from the creature's exhaustion. Dyne took quick and careful aim, letting one well placed round rupture the snakes other eye, blinding it completely. It didn't seem to feel this new pain, but kept coming up for him.
Dyne nearly yelped with joy as the creature missed him by only inches. He quickly twisted in the air, letting his back fall into the wall opposite the one he'd slammed into a second ago. However, he braced himself this time, and slid down a little, enough to lower himself to a level only a few feet from the snakes head. He bounded off the wall, holstered his guns quickly, and went back to just his sword. He glided straight at the serpent's body, holding his sword out in front of him.
Dyne's body collided into that of the snakes, like a giant human dart. His sword pierced into its body deeply, and he planted his feet against its flesh. Dyne's weight caused him to sag slightly, and as he took a quick saw-like motion into the beast's skin with his blade, the sword began to give way, causing Dyne and his sword to slide down the monsters body, Cerbis slicing thought the flesh cleanly. Finally, Dyne landed onto the ground, looking up to see his handy work. The snake was twisting slightly in the air, a weak yet loud hiss emitting from its mouth. From near the top of it head all the way down to the part upon the ground there was a long, deep gash that Cerbis had caused. Dyne smirked coolly, backing away slightly as the snake gave one last spasm and crumpled into a heap on the ground.
Dyne sighed with relief, breathing a little heavily. He rubbed his temples lightly, his head throbbing from being smashed against the wall. He slowly turned around, looking back to the massive, gapping hole in the side of the house. He strode over to it, jumping through and back into the bedroom. His eyes immediately fell onto Vergil and Nevia, who were both still near the door. They both stared at Dyne, and Nevia slowly stood up, moving toward Dyne.
"You alright, Dyne?" Nevia asked, coming in front of him now, looking him over. He was splattered with some of the green blood, and a small bit of his own trickled down his forehead, but he didn't seem to notice it. He nodded silently, smirking.
"Cake." Nevia scowled at him, and then shook her head lightly, only getting a small laugh from Dyne. "Oh, come on. It really wasn't that bad." Nevia didn't bother to say another word, turning back to Vergil, who was slowly getting to his feet.
"Nice work Dyne. Not bad for what happened yesterday." Vergil praised, groaning lightly as he came closer. "I didn't see the bitch coming when she attacked me. . .I should have known."
"It was a girl?" Dyne asked curiously, cocking a brow slightly as Vergil nodded. "How do you know?"
Vergil pointed toward the bed weakly, his bones and muscles still aching terribly. Dyne glanced over toward it. He hadn't really paid any attention to the bed earlier, but the blankets were rather soiled, mounded up into what looked like a nest of sorts. Curious, Dyne stepped up to the bed, looking at a dozen giant eggs. They were grey in color, and about twice the size of ostrich eggs.
"Holy shit!" Dyne yelped, blinking at them all. Vergil shuffled up next to him, glaring down at them.
"When I came inside, I saw the eggs. Then while I was looking, the snake bitch came out from the attic and grabbed me." After saying that, Vergil pointed at the ceiling up at a trap door, obviously leading to the attic. "She was pissed, to say the least." He shrugged lightly, sighing. "Just protecting her babies, I guess."
"Yeah, well we can't have more of those things slithering around here. We should get rid of them." Dyne suggested. Vergil nodded his agreement, drawing his sword.
"Nev and I will take care of these. You go check on Fayze, alright?" Dyne nodded and did as he was told, quickly leaving the room and running back to the living room, where Fayze was still propped against the wall near the doorway.
He came up to him, kneeling down. The boys head was rested onto his chest, and there wasn't any sign of movement. "Hey, Fayze?" Dyne looked him over more thoroughly. Blood was smeared heavily onto the wall behind him, and had soaked through his jacket almost entirely now. Small drops of blood dripped from the bottom of his jacket, falling to the floor into a little puddle. Dyne nudged him lightly, becoming considerably nervous. "Fayze, HEY!"
Fayze groaned hoarsely, barely moving his head. He shivered lightly, weakly bringing his head from his chest to look at Dyne. His pale, white face was also smeared with dark crimson blood, and the liquid was seeping lightly from his mouth and nose. "D. . .Dyne?" He whispered, his eyes slightly glazed and half closed. "Did you. . .find Vergil?"
Dyne nodded quickly, his face beginning to look sick with fear. He carefully leaned Fayze forward some, examining his back. The hole was nearly healed now, but blood still seeped from the wound.
"Dyne. . .Am I going to. . .die?" Fayze asked again at a whisper, watching him fearfully.
Dyne shook his head picking up one of his hands in his own to try and comfort him. Fayze's hand was icy cold to the touch, and Dyne felt the color drain from his own face slightly. Fayze frowned sadly as he watched Dyne's face lighten. "I'm not going to live. . .am I?"
"No, you're gonna live." Dyne reassured. Your wound's almost healed. . ."
"But. . .I've lost a lot of blood. . .too much. . .I can't stay awake much longer. . .I was falling to sleep earlier, until you came back. I didn't think I'd wake up if I fell to sleep though."
Dyne sighed miserably, not knowing what to do. He couldn't heal him; he didn't have any vital stars and he didn't know any healing magic. He patted Fayze lightly on the shoulder, smiling thinly. "I'm gonna go get Verg and Nev, okay? Maybe they can help. . ."
Fayze nodded weakly, smiling with even less energy than his nod. "Thanks, I'll be. . .waiting. . .promise. . ." He dropped his head slightly, looking down at his legs.
Dyne quickly stood up. "You just hold on tight buddy." He quickly dashed off back to the bedroom, where Nevia and Vergil were just finishing destroying the eggs.
"Guys. . .Fayze isn't looking too good. I don't think he's gonna make it." His voice was very quiet, and he forced it to keep above a breaking point. "He's pretty much bled out and he's soaked, and he's fucking dying on me out there!" His voice was nearly a yell now, and his eyes snapped quickly between Nevia and Vergil both. Nevia quickly ran from the room without a word, Dyne following closely behind her. Vergil walked out, his body hurting too much to run.
Nevia hastily sat next to the boy, Dyne kneeling on his other side. "Fayze?" Nevia called lightly, her voice tinged with fear. She whimpered lightly when he made no reply. His body was slumped horribly, his head lying on his chest again. "Fayze!" This time she yelled his name, and put her hands onto his shoulders, shaking him lightly. His head merely lolled back and forth with each shake, and Nevia scooted back slightly, gasping and putting her hands to her mouth. "Oh god. . ."
Dyne's face slowly took a slight shade of green as he stared at the boys limp body. Fayze's shoulders were slumped low, his arms dangling to the ground. Trembling, Dyne brought a hand up to Fayze's neck, feeling for a pulse. He felt around his neck a bit, but got nothing. He let his hand slowly slip from Fayze's neck. "No. . ." Dyne groaned lightly, sighing heavily as tears began to sting at his eyes. He growled softly, putting his hands on Fayze's shoulders roughly. "Damn you! You said you'd wait! God damn it you!" He clenched his hands around the fabric of Fayze's jacket tightly, letting his head sag. "Damn it, kid. . .Why!?" The tears slowly began to trickle down Dyne's face, and he slowly looked over to Nevia.
She too was crying, but quite a bit more openly. Her sobs were fairly audible, but she kept her hands over her mouth, muffling them slightly.
Vergil slowly came into the room, seeing the three. He had a grim look on his face, and groaned sadly, closing his eyes. "I'm really sorry guys. . .I didn't think. . .he'd die so easily from a Shadow wound."
Dyne had been impaled repeatedly by Shadow's. He knew it hurt, but one wouldn't kill him that easily. The kid had been even stronger than Dyne when he had attacked him. How could he have fallen with such ease? "How? How did it. . ."
Vergil sighed. I'm guessing he's a slower healer. . .Not only that, but he's part vamp. And when vamps loose a lot of blood, they tend to weaken, as do their healing abilities." Vergil explained sullenly. Dyne quickly remembered Fayze telling him about being slow at healing, but still. "I'm sorry. . .but. . .there's nothing we can do. He's. . .dead."
Nevia choked on a sob as she tried to hold it back, shaking her head. "No. . ." She really liked the kid, despite what he might have done. She knew he'd meant no harm to Dyne. He was a sweet boy, and he didn't deserve this. "He's just a kid!"
Vergil moved over to both of them, picking them off the ground and hugging them in his arms. "Look, I'm sorry. . .We can't do anything about it. . .But right now, we have to get out of here and back home. There might be more demons coming here right now to figure out what happened to their brethren." His voice was low and sad, but he sounded very serious. As cold as it seemed, he wasn't going to let them sit around and bawl their eyes out. "We'll bring him back home, alright? He needs to be buried or something. . .You can mourn for him when we get back home, got it?"
Nevia almost wanted to slap Vergil for once for being so cruel hearted. However, she knew he was right, and so did Dyne. They had to get out of there, and fast. She slowly nodded, standing up weakly. "Okay. . .We can go. . ."
Dyne stared at Fayze for a moment before moving toward him and grabbing him around the chest. He stood up carefully, draping Fayze over his shoulder, and then looked at Vergil, his face straight and emotionless. "Let's just go. . ."
Reese watched from the roof of the house as the four slowly left the building. He cursed himself as he caught sight of Fayze's body. They weren't supposed to kill any of them, they were supposed to bring them back alive. "Fuck, I'm in for it when I get back. . ." he thought to himself as he turned away, moving over to the side of the roof where he had fought them in the alley.
As he looked down, he could see the three men, laying sprawled out. He hoped down, checking on them. The man who had held Fayze was dead for sure, his neck snapped backwards from the blow he had been dealt. The one holding the syringe gun was also dead, his jaw twisted oddly to one side from the impact of the pole. He knew for sure that Arrin was dead. He might have been given the powers of a vampire, but he was still a human.
Reese shook his head lightly, sighing heavily. "Master won't be too pleased with this report. . .He's going to want to take care of this personally. . ." He slowly turned, leaving from the alley.
And I'm stopping there, because I'm too tired to go on, and I want to save the rest for the next chapter! XD I'm going to get yelled at by someone. . .