Hurray to updates! I'm sorry this took so long, I've had a HORRIBLE case of writers block. . .the kind that won't even go away with a ton of TNT. . .But finally, I got it done! Yay! I've been working on a silly web comic, and doing lots of other stuff as well, which has been taking away my writing time somewhat. I mean to finish this story before the new year. . .I hope. Still so much to do. . .I hope my writing skills aren't lacking here. . .Wait, what writing skills? . Never mind, just hope you enjoy! I don't think I did spelling well, let me know if you see errors though. ;;
Disclaimer: I don't own DMC, Capcom does! Dyne and Nev and all them are mine though, all but Dante, Vergil (Virgil, however it's spelled), and anyone from the games are not mine of course.
Chapter 17 Dreams, Pubs, and Trains
Vergil woke up with a start, gasping and sitting up quickly, holding his bare chest. He could feel his heart slamming as adrenaline pumped through his body. Sweat was beaded on his chest and face, chilling quickly with the cold night air.
The frigid night didn't bother Vergil in the least, of course. He'd lived in the underworld. . .there were some area's there far colder than this. It was more of the cold feeling of fear running through him that bothered him.
"Not again. . ." Vergil grumbled, beginning to shiver some as the adrenaline started to leave his body. He sighed, then began to rub his temples gently. He'd been having the same dream now for the past month, and in the last week he'd been having it almost every night. . .except for the night before this one. The only night he'd actually slept well in the past week.
Vergil slid his legs over the side of the bed, then sighed. The person in his dream couldn't have been Dante. Vergil could still vividly remember the childish chuckles the person had made, and then he had put his arm out, making it turn a deep black color…He'd stabbed Vergil in the chest, but. . .it hadn't hurt. It felt as though he'd been hit with a liquid or a gel. . .and it had been trying to seep into his body from his chest. The feeling still lingered in Vergil's chest, even after he'd woken up.Vergil quickly stood up, grabbing his jeans and a muscle shirt from the end of his bed. He got dressed, then stretched, still feeling horribly tired and even more drained now. He didn't care that it was cold, perhaps that would help calm him and pushing what lingered of the dream from him.
He stumbled out of his room, trying to be silent, but failing. His shoulder hit the door frame as he left the room, causing him to hiss lightly.
As he headed down the hall to the living room, he could see that the television was still turned on. He stood behind the couch, seeing Dyne sprawled out on the sofa, just wearing a pair of baggy jeans. One of his arms was draped over his stomach, the other laying behind his head some. He was just laying there peacefully, and Vergil had to envy him. At least he was getting some rest. . .unlike himself.
Vergil turned after a moment of watching Dyne, then headed for the dark kitchen. He tried to be quiet again, but once again, he was unsuccessful. His knee caught one of the chairs at the table, which had been pulled out slightly and not pushed back in after someone had left the table. He cursed as the chair rammed into the table, making quite a racket.
With a low growl, Vergil shoved the chair into its rightful place angrily, then went to the sink. He dug into one of the overhead cabinets where the cups and glasses were kept, causing the glasses to tink into each other with a high, chiming sound.
Dyne obviously couldn't help but be woken by Vergil's rummaging, and blinked his eyes open, groaning lightly. He was thankful to whoever had just woken him, since he had just found himself dreaming of darkness once more.
He slowly got to his feet, then stretched his arms over his head, yawning lightly. He could hear someone digging around in the kitchen, then heard the tap turn on at the sink, and the sound of the rushing water going into a glass.
Curious of who was up, Dyne stood and slowly slinked into the kitchen, scratching his chest. He could see his uncle, resting his arms on the countertop and stooped over some, the mans breathing a bit heavy. Dyne watched him for a moment as he brought a hand to his head, sighing heavily. Dyne slowly came up behind him, and jumped as Vergil turned, staring at his nephew in bewilderment.
Vergil watched the young demon hunter in a slight state of shock. He hoped that Dyne hadn't seen his weakened condition. . .He didn't want any questions asked. To Vergil's misfortune, the boy cocked his head and began to speak.
"Verg? What's wrong?" Dyne asked almost to spite Vergil. Vergil narrowed his eyes slightly before answering.
"Nothing of your concern, Dyne." He said flattly. "Go back to sleep."
Dyne shrugged, a smirk crossing his face. "Come on, I know there's something wrong. You haven't slept well in days, have you? What's the cause of that?" He stared Vergil right in the eyes, as if trying to force him to answer.
Vergil was silent for some time, but then finally slumped his shoulders slightly, his hair dropping haphazardly over his eyes. He looked almost as though he'd been defeated somehow. ". . .Just nightmares."
One of Dyne's eyebrows raised on his forehead. "Dreams? Not like. . .mine. . .right?"
Vergil gave a faint nod, his hair flopping with his head. "I'm not sure. . .It's. . .as if. . ."
"Someone's trying to possess your body?" Dyne finished, earning another stunned look from Vergil. Dyne frowned at the look, knowing he was right. "Aw, shit. . .Not you too."
"Apparently so." Vergil sighed, rubbing his temples again. "But why me? What would they have to gain from me?"
"A big, strong ass Sparda is what they'd have." Dyne said, running a hand through his hair. "They want any strong warriors they can find, so that there's no one to fight against them."
Vergil scowled at Dyne, feeling as though his nephew was trying to explain it to him as though he was ignorant of the information. "I know that, boy."
"I know you know. I'm just saying it again to remind you." Dyne's smirk widened slightly as he said this, but afterward if faded as he caught the rather displeased look on Vergil's face. It didn't seem as though his uncle was in a humored mood, but Dyne couldn't blame him for that. "Sorry. . ."
Vergil shook his head lightly, then sighed again. "It's alright. . .I just wish I could sleep is all." He quickly started from the kitchen, brushing past Dyne.
"Where are you going?" Dyne wondered, turned as Vergil quickly went into the living room. His uncle turned, smiling wirely.
"I'm going to the pub to get a drink. I won't be long." Vergil explained, turning back away. Dyne grinned and trotted along behind him, but the bigger man turned around, frowning down at his nephew. "And where do you think you're going?"
"With you, of course. I won't be able to sleep now. . .Not tired at all anymore." Dyne admitted with a shrug. Vergil stared at him with a withered frown for a moment, then nodded.
"Fine, fine. . .Come on then. I just need a drink or two to relax." Vergil gave Dyne no time to say anything, and just headed from the apartment room quickly, forcing Dyne to hurry along after him after quickly grabbing his coat.
Vergil kicked the door to the pub open, the stench of cigerrette smoke and booze pouring out from the doorway. Dyne wrinkled his nose at it, but Vergil made no disgusted expression, his eyes just half closed as they had been though the entire walk over to the bar. Dyne shivered and looked around outside before going in, then cold of then night bitting into his bare chest. Vergil hadn't given him enough time at all to actually put a shirt on, and he'd only managed to snatch up his trench coat. That really wasn't keeping him very warm right now though.
Dyne followed Vergil inside, the warmth of the building seeming almost welcoming. However, the thick smoke lingering in the air was not so welcoming, causing Dyne's eyes to sting slightly. He took a seat as Vergil sat down at a small table, then began to look around the pub.
There were numerous people there tonight, it seemed. Many of the tables were taken, many men chatting and laughing with one another. Dyne leaned back in his chair some, his arms resting behind his head. Vergil sat, slumped over in his chair, looking pretty worn down. Dyne knew a good nights rest or two would help shape him up, and perhaps a few drinks would help him to get to sleep.
At least Dyne didn't feel like he was the only one being sought after anymore. This faction or whatever wanted Vergil now too, it seemed. So that made three of them. . .But better that they were all together, in Dyne's opinion. At least now they stood a better chance of not being caught.
Vergil was quick to call the waiter over, asking for a bottle of whiskey. The waiter then stalked off, and Dyne watched him go through a door behind the counter. Why he would need to go into a storage room to get a bottle of booze when there was plenty in the rows of shelves behind the counter was beyond Dyne though. He sighed, taking a look around the pub as they waited. He frowned suddenly as he noticed something peculiar. He couldn't sense anything; nothing what so ever. . .Except for himself, Vergil, and a few of the occupants of the pub, but only a few.
"What's wrong Dyne?" Vergil asked, cocking a brow. His eyes were still half closed and he could see a stern and alert look on Dyne's face.
"Something's. . .not right. . ." Dyne answered, keeping his voice low. The room had suddenly become rather quiet for a pub, and that bothered Dyne all the more. "I think we should get out of here."
Before Vergil could say a word, he caught a glimpse of someone move behind Dyne, then looked up to see who it was. Before he could shout a warning, Dyne was picked up off the ground by the back of the neck, causing him to yelp in surprise. Despite Vergil's fatuige, he managed to stand quickly, glaring at the tall blonde that held Dyne suspended in the air.
"Hello, Reese." Vergil greeted coldly. Reese only sneered at him, then held Dyne a bit higher. Dyne growled and snarled, kicking his legs frantically.
"Evening Vergil." Reese greeted with a nod, his grin still playing across his face. "This has nothing to do with you, Vergil. Just the lad here." Vergil narrowed his eyes, watching Dyne continue to struggle.
"What? Trying to capture him again? I know you're after me as well." Vergil growled lightly with his words, seeming to amuse Reese further.
"That's not what I'm here for tonight, mate." Vergil's eyes widened slightly at this, and Reese chuckled. "I'm here to get back something your brat nephew has of mine. And if he'd be so kind as to give it ba-" Reese was cut off as Dyne managed to get a direct kick to his groin, causing him to growl in pain and drop Dyne automatically. The moment Dyne's feet hit the ground, he whirled around, headbutting Reese in the chin as he instinctively doubled over.
Reese stumbled back, falling into one of the tables behind him. The occupants of the table quickly jumped up, all glaring at Dyne and Vergil. Dyne recognized one of them as one of the survivors from the alley fight earlier that afternoon, and grinned.
"Back for more, eh?" Dyne laughed, his eyes searching around the room to see a number of men begin to get up. Vergil was standing now as well, but he was unarmed. However, that wouldn't keep him from being able to fight, and Dyne knew it.
Dyne's eyes widened as he saw most of the men begin to draw guns. He quickly bolted for the bar counter, then lept up onto it, sliding down it some as he heard the loud shots of guns. The men apparently couldn't keep up with him, and he quickly hopped behind the counter, ducking down. There was no bartender around, obviously he'd gone into hiding, or had been amongst the factioneers.
Vergil quickly kicked the table over, hiding behind the round, wooden structure. No one seemed to be shooting at him, all of them keeping their focus on Dyne. He decided to make a mad dash for the counter, leaping over it quickly and moving into a crouch next to Dyne.
"Well, this is just peachy." Vergil grumbled as the shots died off. Neither of them were armed, and it seemed like they were certainly outnumbered. "You do know magic now, right Dyne?" Dyne gave him a confident nod, then there was a loud growling from the other side of the counter.
"You fucking lil bastard!" Reese's voice boomed from where he'd fallen. He stumbled to his feet, then withdrew his shotgun, taking aim at the counter. Dyne and Vergil both heard the sound of the hammer cock, and both flattened themselves onto the ground as best as they could.
There was the deafening sound of the shotgun going off, and the pellets sprayed onto the counter and over it, bursting open a few bottle on the shelves. Both Dyne and Vergil sat back up, Dyne being greeted with a full, unbroken bottle of mead falling into his lap.
Vergil blinked at the bottle, then snatched it up, not having had his drink he'd come for yet. He unscrewed the top with one quick flick of his fingers, then swilled down half of the contents before Dyne pulled the bottle and top away from him, rescrewing the cap back on. All was silent in the pub, except for the sound of a few pairs of feet shuffling around.
"If you give me back what's mine, we might consider letting you go for tonight, Sparda brat." Reese snapped, reloading his shotgun. Dyne cocked a brow, staying behind the counter.
"What in the hell are you talking about?" Dyne yelled in question. "I don't have anything of yours!"
"Bullshit lad! You took something from my jacket, and I want it back, now!" Reese bellowed, holding his gun out toward the counter. Dyne blinked, reaching into his coat pocket and moving his fingers across the small peice of paper with the unknown writing on it from earlier. He'd left it in his coat after he'd gone to sleep.
"What? This thing?" Dyne asked, holding it up over the counter. Reese lowered his gun some, grinning.
"Yes, that. Now hand it over." Reese demanded. Dyne looked at the paper for a moemnt, then grinned, stuffing it back into his coat.
"Nah, I think I'll keep it." This earned Dyne a twitch of an eye brow from Reese, along with a short, frustrated growl.
"Just give me it lad! It's of no importance to you!"
"Then why do you want it back so badly?" Dyne argued, finally seeming to get on Reese's last nerve. Reese snarled, then took aim at the counter with his shotgun, blasting another spray of pellets into the counter and shelves. Dyne whinced, then looked down at the half empty bottle of rum in his hand.
Dyne could hear Reese reloading his gun, then smirked, quickly jumping to his feet. He flipped the bottle in his hand, to where he had it by the neck, then chunked it at Reese. Before the man could even see it coming, the bottle hit him right in the middle of the forehead, the thick glass actually shattering against his thick head.
"Bullseye!" Dyne yelled, ducking back down as Reese hit the floor, the other men starting to shoot at him and the counter in retaliation. Dyne snickered and Vergil just watched him for a moment, then shook his head.
"All fine and good, but now we need to get out of here." Vergil warned, grabbing a bottle of brandy as he watched it fall unbroken toward the ground.
Dyne looked around, spotting the door the waiter had gone through earlier. "Try there?" If it was a storage room, they'd be screwed, since there most likely wouldn't be a window in a store room. However, it was their closest possible escape, seeing as how the front of the pub was littered with the faction brutes. . .and this time well armed too.
"Worth a shot. . ." Vergil agreed. Just as he spoke, Dyne leaped up, charging for the closed door. Vergil followed as Dyne made if half way, watching the youth barrel into the door with all his weight, cracking the door off its hinges. Dyne rolled into the room, looking around quickly.
With a smirk, Dyne stood, eyeing a normal sized window in the small room. He scrambled quickly to the window, slamming it open and hearing Vergil stumble into the room after him.
"Make it quick lad, they're not taking their time in coming after us!" Vergil warned, looking back to see a number of the men charging at the room. Dyne made a quick nod in response, hopping through the open window. Vergil made a dive through it, rolling safely to the ground as gunshots rang behind him.
"Shit that was close!" Dyne laughed, being grabbed by Vergil as he stood and started running. For being as exausted as he seemed to say he was, Vergil still had some remarkable speed.
Behind them, Dyne could hear numerous yells from the men within the tavern as the two charged down the street. "Well, now what do we do?"
"We run, and get home. Simple as that." Vergil stated, turning around a corner quickly and dragging Dyne after him. It took them a good three minutes to get home, Vergil barging through the door and Dyne stumbling in after him.
It was still dark out, and neither Neiva or Fayze seemed to be awake yet. Dyne sighed, shrugging off his coat and tossing it onto the couch. "Well, that was fun." Vergil scowled at him for a moment.
"That was not fun." He put bluntly, stumbling down the hall. "I'm going to try and get some sleep...goodnight, Dyne." Dyne watched his uncle stalk off to his room, quietly shutting the door behind him.
"Well, I thought it was a blast." Dyne mumbled, shrugging and flopping down onto the sofa. He laid there, grinning to himself as he remembered seeing Reese smacked with that bottle. At least Dyne had gotten back at him in some way. . .for now. He sighed and slowly began to drift off at that point.
Dyne was awakened the next morning from someone shaking him lightly. He blinked up, seeing Fayze staring down at him with his lavender eyes. Dyne wrinkled his nose, rolling over groggily. "What do you want?"
"It's ten in the morning. Figured I should wake you up." Fayze explained, poking Dyne in the back of the head lightly. Dyne batted his hand away, rolling back over.
"So what? I'm tired. . .Let me sleep." Dyne growled softly, a bit annoyed at Fayze for his insistant poking.
"I would, but Nevia wants you up. We've got company." Fayze sounded rather bored as he said this, causing Dyne to sit up in curiosity.
"Who?" Dyne pulled his legs over the side of the couch, scratching his head lightly and brushing his bangs back out of his face. Fayze gave him no answer, and just strolled off into the kitchen. Dyne couldn't help himself, and got up as well, going into the kitchen to see Nevia and someone else sitting at the table with tea or coffee. Dyne wrinkled his nose, staring at the girlish Seigren, who was sitting with his back turned to Dyne.
Nevia smiled lightly as Dyne came in, waving to him. "About time you dragged your ass out of bed." Dyne only grunted in reply, moving to get him a bowl down from one of the cabinets to make some cereal. As he fixed his food, he pointed behind him, where he knew Seigren was sitting.
"What's he doing here?" Dyne grumbled, grabbing the milk from the fridge.
"Oh, he came to visit us for the morning." Nevia explained.
"Yes," Seigren began in his soft, girlish voice. Dyne had to hold back a cackle. "I've come by to thank you for your help, since I'm leaving today."
Dyne grinned at that. Honestly, he didn't like the guy, and would be happy to see him leave. He felt horribly uncomfortable around him, but he couldn't understand why exactly. "Well, sorry to see you go. . ."
Seigren smiled, shaking his head. "No, I'm glad to be leaving. This place is too strange for me." He sighed, taking a sip of his drink.
Dyne scoffed at this. "Yeah, I hear you there. . ." This place was beyond wierd, it was just creepy. And thanks to this place, Dyne hadn't gotten a decent days peace and quiet either. It was really starting to get on his nerves. "So, when are you leaving?"
"Well, there's a train coming in today around noon. I'm going to hop on and get out of here when it comes." Seigren explained more. "I can't wait, just two hours and I can get out of here."
Nevia blinked lightly at this. "Hey, Dyne? I have an idea. . .How about you and Fayze jump on that train too?"
Fayze had just walked in around that point, joining Dyne in a blinking match. "What?" Both young men asked together.
"Well. . .You both need to get to your fathers, right? I'm sure they're rather worried about you. . ." Nevia asked, standing to get more tea.
Dyne nodded. "Yeah. . . If my dad heard that message I left on the machine, he'd be sick. And I'm sure Fayze's old man is worried too. . ."
"Actually, he's probably paced a hole in the floor." Fayze agreed. "I do need to get back and give him a bit of a report. That would help soothe his mind at least. Then we can come back with our dads' and help more.
Seigren smiled lightly. "An excellent idea! Maybe you can all figure out what's wrong with this place yet!"
Nevia washed her hands off, deciding against the fresh cup of tea. "Well boys, get packed and ready to go then. You don't want to miss that train."
And so ends that chapter! Phew. . .I don't have a clue how long it is! I hope to have the next one up in the very very near future! As...soon as I can work on it! Please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own DMC, Capcom does! Dyne and Nev and all them are mine though, all but Dante, Vergil (Virgil, however it's spelled), and anyone from the games are not mine of course.
Chapter 17 Dreams, Pubs, and Trains
Vergil woke up with a start, gasping and sitting up quickly, holding his bare chest. He could feel his heart slamming as adrenaline pumped through his body. Sweat was beaded on his chest and face, chilling quickly with the cold night air.
The frigid night didn't bother Vergil in the least, of course. He'd lived in the underworld. . .there were some area's there far colder than this. It was more of the cold feeling of fear running through him that bothered him.
"Not again. . ." Vergil grumbled, beginning to shiver some as the adrenaline started to leave his body. He sighed, then began to rub his temples gently. He'd been having the same dream now for the past month, and in the last week he'd been having it almost every night. . .except for the night before this one. The only night he'd actually slept well in the past week.
Vergil slid his legs over the side of the bed, then sighed. The person in his dream couldn't have been Dante. Vergil could still vividly remember the childish chuckles the person had made, and then he had put his arm out, making it turn a deep black color…He'd stabbed Vergil in the chest, but. . .it hadn't hurt. It felt as though he'd been hit with a liquid or a gel. . .and it had been trying to seep into his body from his chest. The feeling still lingered in Vergil's chest, even after he'd woken up.Vergil quickly stood up, grabbing his jeans and a muscle shirt from the end of his bed. He got dressed, then stretched, still feeling horribly tired and even more drained now. He didn't care that it was cold, perhaps that would help calm him and pushing what lingered of the dream from him.
He stumbled out of his room, trying to be silent, but failing. His shoulder hit the door frame as he left the room, causing him to hiss lightly.
As he headed down the hall to the living room, he could see that the television was still turned on. He stood behind the couch, seeing Dyne sprawled out on the sofa, just wearing a pair of baggy jeans. One of his arms was draped over his stomach, the other laying behind his head some. He was just laying there peacefully, and Vergil had to envy him. At least he was getting some rest. . .unlike himself.
Vergil turned after a moment of watching Dyne, then headed for the dark kitchen. He tried to be quiet again, but once again, he was unsuccessful. His knee caught one of the chairs at the table, which had been pulled out slightly and not pushed back in after someone had left the table. He cursed as the chair rammed into the table, making quite a racket.
With a low growl, Vergil shoved the chair into its rightful place angrily, then went to the sink. He dug into one of the overhead cabinets where the cups and glasses were kept, causing the glasses to tink into each other with a high, chiming sound.
Dyne obviously couldn't help but be woken by Vergil's rummaging, and blinked his eyes open, groaning lightly. He was thankful to whoever had just woken him, since he had just found himself dreaming of darkness once more.
He slowly got to his feet, then stretched his arms over his head, yawning lightly. He could hear someone digging around in the kitchen, then heard the tap turn on at the sink, and the sound of the rushing water going into a glass.
Curious of who was up, Dyne stood and slowly slinked into the kitchen, scratching his chest. He could see his uncle, resting his arms on the countertop and stooped over some, the mans breathing a bit heavy. Dyne watched him for a moment as he brought a hand to his head, sighing heavily. Dyne slowly came up behind him, and jumped as Vergil turned, staring at his nephew in bewilderment.
Vergil watched the young demon hunter in a slight state of shock. He hoped that Dyne hadn't seen his weakened condition. . .He didn't want any questions asked. To Vergil's misfortune, the boy cocked his head and began to speak.
"Verg? What's wrong?" Dyne asked almost to spite Vergil. Vergil narrowed his eyes slightly before answering.
"Nothing of your concern, Dyne." He said flattly. "Go back to sleep."
Dyne shrugged, a smirk crossing his face. "Come on, I know there's something wrong. You haven't slept well in days, have you? What's the cause of that?" He stared Vergil right in the eyes, as if trying to force him to answer.
Vergil was silent for some time, but then finally slumped his shoulders slightly, his hair dropping haphazardly over his eyes. He looked almost as though he'd been defeated somehow. ". . .Just nightmares."
One of Dyne's eyebrows raised on his forehead. "Dreams? Not like. . .mine. . .right?"
Vergil gave a faint nod, his hair flopping with his head. "I'm not sure. . .It's. . .as if. . ."
"Someone's trying to possess your body?" Dyne finished, earning another stunned look from Vergil. Dyne frowned at the look, knowing he was right. "Aw, shit. . .Not you too."
"Apparently so." Vergil sighed, rubbing his temples again. "But why me? What would they have to gain from me?"
"A big, strong ass Sparda is what they'd have." Dyne said, running a hand through his hair. "They want any strong warriors they can find, so that there's no one to fight against them."
Vergil scowled at Dyne, feeling as though his nephew was trying to explain it to him as though he was ignorant of the information. "I know that, boy."
"I know you know. I'm just saying it again to remind you." Dyne's smirk widened slightly as he said this, but afterward if faded as he caught the rather displeased look on Vergil's face. It didn't seem as though his uncle was in a humored mood, but Dyne couldn't blame him for that. "Sorry. . ."
Vergil shook his head lightly, then sighed again. "It's alright. . .I just wish I could sleep is all." He quickly started from the kitchen, brushing past Dyne.
"Where are you going?" Dyne wondered, turned as Vergil quickly went into the living room. His uncle turned, smiling wirely.
"I'm going to the pub to get a drink. I won't be long." Vergil explained, turning back away. Dyne grinned and trotted along behind him, but the bigger man turned around, frowning down at his nephew. "And where do you think you're going?"
"With you, of course. I won't be able to sleep now. . .Not tired at all anymore." Dyne admitted with a shrug. Vergil stared at him with a withered frown for a moment, then nodded.
"Fine, fine. . .Come on then. I just need a drink or two to relax." Vergil gave Dyne no time to say anything, and just headed from the apartment room quickly, forcing Dyne to hurry along after him after quickly grabbing his coat.
Vergil kicked the door to the pub open, the stench of cigerrette smoke and booze pouring out from the doorway. Dyne wrinkled his nose at it, but Vergil made no disgusted expression, his eyes just half closed as they had been though the entire walk over to the bar. Dyne shivered and looked around outside before going in, then cold of then night bitting into his bare chest. Vergil hadn't given him enough time at all to actually put a shirt on, and he'd only managed to snatch up his trench coat. That really wasn't keeping him very warm right now though.
Dyne followed Vergil inside, the warmth of the building seeming almost welcoming. However, the thick smoke lingering in the air was not so welcoming, causing Dyne's eyes to sting slightly. He took a seat as Vergil sat down at a small table, then began to look around the pub.
There were numerous people there tonight, it seemed. Many of the tables were taken, many men chatting and laughing with one another. Dyne leaned back in his chair some, his arms resting behind his head. Vergil sat, slumped over in his chair, looking pretty worn down. Dyne knew a good nights rest or two would help shape him up, and perhaps a few drinks would help him to get to sleep.
At least Dyne didn't feel like he was the only one being sought after anymore. This faction or whatever wanted Vergil now too, it seemed. So that made three of them. . .But better that they were all together, in Dyne's opinion. At least now they stood a better chance of not being caught.
Vergil was quick to call the waiter over, asking for a bottle of whiskey. The waiter then stalked off, and Dyne watched him go through a door behind the counter. Why he would need to go into a storage room to get a bottle of booze when there was plenty in the rows of shelves behind the counter was beyond Dyne though. He sighed, taking a look around the pub as they waited. He frowned suddenly as he noticed something peculiar. He couldn't sense anything; nothing what so ever. . .Except for himself, Vergil, and a few of the occupants of the pub, but only a few.
"What's wrong Dyne?" Vergil asked, cocking a brow. His eyes were still half closed and he could see a stern and alert look on Dyne's face.
"Something's. . .not right. . ." Dyne answered, keeping his voice low. The room had suddenly become rather quiet for a pub, and that bothered Dyne all the more. "I think we should get out of here."
Before Vergil could say a word, he caught a glimpse of someone move behind Dyne, then looked up to see who it was. Before he could shout a warning, Dyne was picked up off the ground by the back of the neck, causing him to yelp in surprise. Despite Vergil's fatuige, he managed to stand quickly, glaring at the tall blonde that held Dyne suspended in the air.
"Hello, Reese." Vergil greeted coldly. Reese only sneered at him, then held Dyne a bit higher. Dyne growled and snarled, kicking his legs frantically.
"Evening Vergil." Reese greeted with a nod, his grin still playing across his face. "This has nothing to do with you, Vergil. Just the lad here." Vergil narrowed his eyes, watching Dyne continue to struggle.
"What? Trying to capture him again? I know you're after me as well." Vergil growled lightly with his words, seeming to amuse Reese further.
"That's not what I'm here for tonight, mate." Vergil's eyes widened slightly at this, and Reese chuckled. "I'm here to get back something your brat nephew has of mine. And if he'd be so kind as to give it ba-" Reese was cut off as Dyne managed to get a direct kick to his groin, causing him to growl in pain and drop Dyne automatically. The moment Dyne's feet hit the ground, he whirled around, headbutting Reese in the chin as he instinctively doubled over.
Reese stumbled back, falling into one of the tables behind him. The occupants of the table quickly jumped up, all glaring at Dyne and Vergil. Dyne recognized one of them as one of the survivors from the alley fight earlier that afternoon, and grinned.
"Back for more, eh?" Dyne laughed, his eyes searching around the room to see a number of men begin to get up. Vergil was standing now as well, but he was unarmed. However, that wouldn't keep him from being able to fight, and Dyne knew it.
Dyne's eyes widened as he saw most of the men begin to draw guns. He quickly bolted for the bar counter, then lept up onto it, sliding down it some as he heard the loud shots of guns. The men apparently couldn't keep up with him, and he quickly hopped behind the counter, ducking down. There was no bartender around, obviously he'd gone into hiding, or had been amongst the factioneers.
Vergil quickly kicked the table over, hiding behind the round, wooden structure. No one seemed to be shooting at him, all of them keeping their focus on Dyne. He decided to make a mad dash for the counter, leaping over it quickly and moving into a crouch next to Dyne.
"Well, this is just peachy." Vergil grumbled as the shots died off. Neither of them were armed, and it seemed like they were certainly outnumbered. "You do know magic now, right Dyne?" Dyne gave him a confident nod, then there was a loud growling from the other side of the counter.
"You fucking lil bastard!" Reese's voice boomed from where he'd fallen. He stumbled to his feet, then withdrew his shotgun, taking aim at the counter. Dyne and Vergil both heard the sound of the hammer cock, and both flattened themselves onto the ground as best as they could.
There was the deafening sound of the shotgun going off, and the pellets sprayed onto the counter and over it, bursting open a few bottle on the shelves. Both Dyne and Vergil sat back up, Dyne being greeted with a full, unbroken bottle of mead falling into his lap.
Vergil blinked at the bottle, then snatched it up, not having had his drink he'd come for yet. He unscrewed the top with one quick flick of his fingers, then swilled down half of the contents before Dyne pulled the bottle and top away from him, rescrewing the cap back on. All was silent in the pub, except for the sound of a few pairs of feet shuffling around.
"If you give me back what's mine, we might consider letting you go for tonight, Sparda brat." Reese snapped, reloading his shotgun. Dyne cocked a brow, staying behind the counter.
"What in the hell are you talking about?" Dyne yelled in question. "I don't have anything of yours!"
"Bullshit lad! You took something from my jacket, and I want it back, now!" Reese bellowed, holding his gun out toward the counter. Dyne blinked, reaching into his coat pocket and moving his fingers across the small peice of paper with the unknown writing on it from earlier. He'd left it in his coat after he'd gone to sleep.
"What? This thing?" Dyne asked, holding it up over the counter. Reese lowered his gun some, grinning.
"Yes, that. Now hand it over." Reese demanded. Dyne looked at the paper for a moemnt, then grinned, stuffing it back into his coat.
"Nah, I think I'll keep it." This earned Dyne a twitch of an eye brow from Reese, along with a short, frustrated growl.
"Just give me it lad! It's of no importance to you!"
"Then why do you want it back so badly?" Dyne argued, finally seeming to get on Reese's last nerve. Reese snarled, then took aim at the counter with his shotgun, blasting another spray of pellets into the counter and shelves. Dyne whinced, then looked down at the half empty bottle of rum in his hand.
Dyne could hear Reese reloading his gun, then smirked, quickly jumping to his feet. He flipped the bottle in his hand, to where he had it by the neck, then chunked it at Reese. Before the man could even see it coming, the bottle hit him right in the middle of the forehead, the thick glass actually shattering against his thick head.
"Bullseye!" Dyne yelled, ducking back down as Reese hit the floor, the other men starting to shoot at him and the counter in retaliation. Dyne snickered and Vergil just watched him for a moment, then shook his head.
"All fine and good, but now we need to get out of here." Vergil warned, grabbing a bottle of brandy as he watched it fall unbroken toward the ground.
Dyne looked around, spotting the door the waiter had gone through earlier. "Try there?" If it was a storage room, they'd be screwed, since there most likely wouldn't be a window in a store room. However, it was their closest possible escape, seeing as how the front of the pub was littered with the faction brutes. . .and this time well armed too.
"Worth a shot. . ." Vergil agreed. Just as he spoke, Dyne leaped up, charging for the closed door. Vergil followed as Dyne made if half way, watching the youth barrel into the door with all his weight, cracking the door off its hinges. Dyne rolled into the room, looking around quickly.
With a smirk, Dyne stood, eyeing a normal sized window in the small room. He scrambled quickly to the window, slamming it open and hearing Vergil stumble into the room after him.
"Make it quick lad, they're not taking their time in coming after us!" Vergil warned, looking back to see a number of the men charging at the room. Dyne made a quick nod in response, hopping through the open window. Vergil made a dive through it, rolling safely to the ground as gunshots rang behind him.
"Shit that was close!" Dyne laughed, being grabbed by Vergil as he stood and started running. For being as exausted as he seemed to say he was, Vergil still had some remarkable speed.
Behind them, Dyne could hear numerous yells from the men within the tavern as the two charged down the street. "Well, now what do we do?"
"We run, and get home. Simple as that." Vergil stated, turning around a corner quickly and dragging Dyne after him. It took them a good three minutes to get home, Vergil barging through the door and Dyne stumbling in after him.
It was still dark out, and neither Neiva or Fayze seemed to be awake yet. Dyne sighed, shrugging off his coat and tossing it onto the couch. "Well, that was fun." Vergil scowled at him for a moment.
"That was not fun." He put bluntly, stumbling down the hall. "I'm going to try and get some sleep...goodnight, Dyne." Dyne watched his uncle stalk off to his room, quietly shutting the door behind him.
"Well, I thought it was a blast." Dyne mumbled, shrugging and flopping down onto the sofa. He laid there, grinning to himself as he remembered seeing Reese smacked with that bottle. At least Dyne had gotten back at him in some way. . .for now. He sighed and slowly began to drift off at that point.
Dyne was awakened the next morning from someone shaking him lightly. He blinked up, seeing Fayze staring down at him with his lavender eyes. Dyne wrinkled his nose, rolling over groggily. "What do you want?"
"It's ten in the morning. Figured I should wake you up." Fayze explained, poking Dyne in the back of the head lightly. Dyne batted his hand away, rolling back over.
"So what? I'm tired. . .Let me sleep." Dyne growled softly, a bit annoyed at Fayze for his insistant poking.
"I would, but Nevia wants you up. We've got company." Fayze sounded rather bored as he said this, causing Dyne to sit up in curiosity.
"Who?" Dyne pulled his legs over the side of the couch, scratching his head lightly and brushing his bangs back out of his face. Fayze gave him no answer, and just strolled off into the kitchen. Dyne couldn't help himself, and got up as well, going into the kitchen to see Nevia and someone else sitting at the table with tea or coffee. Dyne wrinkled his nose, staring at the girlish Seigren, who was sitting with his back turned to Dyne.
Nevia smiled lightly as Dyne came in, waving to him. "About time you dragged your ass out of bed." Dyne only grunted in reply, moving to get him a bowl down from one of the cabinets to make some cereal. As he fixed his food, he pointed behind him, where he knew Seigren was sitting.
"What's he doing here?" Dyne grumbled, grabbing the milk from the fridge.
"Oh, he came to visit us for the morning." Nevia explained.
"Yes," Seigren began in his soft, girlish voice. Dyne had to hold back a cackle. "I've come by to thank you for your help, since I'm leaving today."
Dyne grinned at that. Honestly, he didn't like the guy, and would be happy to see him leave. He felt horribly uncomfortable around him, but he couldn't understand why exactly. "Well, sorry to see you go. . ."
Seigren smiled, shaking his head. "No, I'm glad to be leaving. This place is too strange for me." He sighed, taking a sip of his drink.
Dyne scoffed at this. "Yeah, I hear you there. . ." This place was beyond wierd, it was just creepy. And thanks to this place, Dyne hadn't gotten a decent days peace and quiet either. It was really starting to get on his nerves. "So, when are you leaving?"
"Well, there's a train coming in today around noon. I'm going to hop on and get out of here when it comes." Seigren explained more. "I can't wait, just two hours and I can get out of here."
Nevia blinked lightly at this. "Hey, Dyne? I have an idea. . .How about you and Fayze jump on that train too?"
Fayze had just walked in around that point, joining Dyne in a blinking match. "What?" Both young men asked together.
"Well. . .You both need to get to your fathers, right? I'm sure they're rather worried about you. . ." Nevia asked, standing to get more tea.
Dyne nodded. "Yeah. . . If my dad heard that message I left on the machine, he'd be sick. And I'm sure Fayze's old man is worried too. . ."
"Actually, he's probably paced a hole in the floor." Fayze agreed. "I do need to get back and give him a bit of a report. That would help soothe his mind at least. Then we can come back with our dads' and help more.
Seigren smiled lightly. "An excellent idea! Maybe you can all figure out what's wrong with this place yet!"
Nevia washed her hands off, deciding against the fresh cup of tea. "Well boys, get packed and ready to go then. You don't want to miss that train."
And so ends that chapter! Phew. . .I don't have a clue how long it is! I hope to have the next one up in the very very near future! As...soon as I can work on it! Please review!