Chapter Seven: Gone
After I made sure Harvard had gone to Ridley's warehouse, I made my way a bit further towards Devil Never Cry. But I was shocked by what I found. There was no Devil Never Cry. The spot where my "shop" was supposed to be in was a strip club called Inner Demons!
'Oh no…no…where the hell is it?! Where's Devil Never Cry?! Dear God no!'
"What the hell…AHHHHH!!!!!!!" I cried.
My first migraine had started. My brain felt as if it had a vibrating cell phone inside with its vibration increased by a thousand. It ached painfully and vibrated in my very skull. I fell to my knees and squeezed my head hardly. I continued to scream in pain from atop the rooftop until the migraine passed.
"Dear God…"
I got back up in cold sweat, horrified. I'd never felt fear like this ever. First the test results said I was crazy and now Devil Never Cry didn't exist.
'What if everything really is part of my imagination?'
I jumped down from the rooftop and landed on the pavement floor. I got up and sighed before entering the club. There was this techno music playing and there were round tables with men sitting around them looking at a stripper on a pole on their tables. They whistled and paid the strippers money to make a move on the pole. I would've enjoyed it if I wasn't so damn nervous. Suddenly, a man walked towards me. He was the club's manager.
"Hey, ladies' night is on Thursdays!" He yelled.
'Goddamn, he thinks I'm a male stripper!'
"Listen buddy, don't push me. I'm in a very shitty situation right now so fuck off." I told the manager.
"Oh yeah? Well let's see about that!"
The man whistled and two security guards with bats in their hands stepped in.
"Take care of 'im." He ordered.
Then the manager walked back to his table. The two guards took me to a warehouse behind the club.
"Come on, gorillas!" I teased them.
The first guard ran towards me ready to swing his bat at my stomach. I kicked him in the crotch and threw him to the floor. I took his bat and used it to shield myself from the second guard's swing. Then I double-kicked the guard and threw the bat on him. I headed back to the club to find the manager.
"What the— Didn't I send Bob and Joe to take care of ya?" The manager asked surprised.
I just walked towards him and choked him. I took him outside the club and put him down.
"What the fuck do you want ya shithead?!" He asked me nervously.
"The truth." I answered.
"The truth about what?"
"Confess it; you just built this strip club! Where's Trish?!"
"What the hell are you talking about you crazy hick?!"
I choked him and put his feet above the ground.
"Don't lie to me!"
"What are you talking about?! This club was already built! I just bought it!"
The man struggled to let go of my tight grip. If I squeezed any harder he'd already be dead.
"GAH!!! Fuck you!" I cried as I threw the man six feet into the air.
Right then, I got another migraine. I fell to my knees squeezing my head again in torturous pain. I felt as if the world was spinning in slow motion around me. I could hear my own voice in my head speaking to me.
"You are delusional."
"NO!"
"Devil Never Cry doesn't exist."
"NO!"
"Trish isn't real."
"NO!"
"You are suffering from schizophrenia."
"NO!"
"You need to be locked up in loony bin again!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The migraine stopped and I fell to the floor stone cold. Some time later, I got woken up. I saw everything in a blurry image and couldn't recognize the person who woke me up. I knew he/she was looking down at me but I didn't know who the person was. His voice sounded deep and disturbing.
"Dante, Dante; wake up."
"What? Whe-where am I?"
"You're outside some strip club called Inner Demons. What are you doing here?"
"I…no…dear heavens…God no…no…"
"What is it? Shake it off."
"No…it…it can't be true I…they're…not…real…"
"What are you talking about Dante?"
"They're not real…they're…not real…"
"Who's not real?"
"Trish…Vergil…Mundus…Sparda…"
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about."
"They're all…just suddenly…lost…Devil Never…Cry…is gone…"
