Like woah my gosh! Thank you sooo much for your reviews! They make me feel great and happy and weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Really though, they make me want to keep writing this story. See, because if I don't have a reason to write, other than the enjoyment I get out of it, then there's really no point in writing. I like to write to entertain others, not just myself. But yes, thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you sooooooo much for liking my story! And I'll let you in on a little secret: (please don't hate me for this…) but, I haven't even played Devil May Cry 3! I know, I know…it's a major sin, especially since I'm writing a fic about the freakin' game. But…I just fell in love with the characters when I saw them…so, I did some research on the game, just to get a feel on what it was about, studied the characters to see how they're personalities might be…but I really wanna play the game! Sheesh, if my parents weren't so strict about our Christianity, I would've played already! But yes, I will do my best to keep updating for the sake of my faithful readers. –Nods- (Oh yeah, and for those of you who've been wondering what happened to my bleeding arm…it healed. J/k! I got a patch job, I just didn't add it for some odd reason…)
Disclaimer: Hm…we've been down this route before…and I'm running out of smart things to say about this disclaimer stuff. Well, I don't own Devil May Cry 3, or anything of the sort…and if you've believed differently, despite reading the disclaimers for the past 7 chapters…well, I think that you need to seek professional help—immediately.
Me: Will you stop chasing me!
Dante: No!
Me: -Stops and pants- I just can't win…
Dante: -Chuckles-
Me: -Points in some odd direction- Look, there goes Lady wearing absolutely nothing at all! –Runs-
Dante: Where where! –Looks around-
Me: -Goes into a run down building. Runs up the stairs. Sees an old desk and chair and hides under desk.- Hm…this place seems oddly familiar…
Dante: Damn! She made me look! –Goes into a run down building-
Lady walks by building just as Dante goes inside…wearing absolutely nothing…at all…-
Me: -Hears footsteps and a sigh-
Dante: -Pulls chair from under desk and sits down, reclining with his feet on top of the desk-
Me: Eep. –Covers mouth to silence breathing- and then –Turns to audience and whispers- Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase don't tell him that I'm under here! What kind of dumb luck is this! How the hell did I manage to run right smack into Devil Never Cry! –Silently cries-
Dante, Linda, and Madeline walked the dimly lit halls.
"How many rooms are up here?" He asked.
"I'm not sure…I haven't traveled the entire house." Linda said.
"Ten." Madeline said.
"Hm." Dante said, "And you think that they'll be demons in every single room?"
"I doubt it." Linda said, "But it's a possibility."
"But if that is so, it will take a long time to get rid of them all." Madeline said.
"Well, what other options do we have as of the moment?" Linda asked.
Madeline tried to think. "What if we split up?"
"No. That's not a very good idea." Linda said, "Then mom will find us faster."
"She may have a point though." Dante said, "If the two of you stay together, and I go alone, we might be able to clear upstairs quicker. I'll take five rooms, and you two take five."
"Well…" Linda said reluctantly, "I guess so."
Dante spotted three rooms. "Alright, I'll take the first one. If I get done fast enough, I'll come and check on you guys." He said.
Linda tried to hide her fear. "Okay." She said.
Dante smiled. "You can do this. It won't be as hard as you think…just…think about how much pain your aunt and mother have put you through. Think about how much you hate them. Then…anger will take of everything else."
Linda smiled. "That's what I like about you. You can smile, even when all hell is breaking loose."
"This isn't even as half as big as hell breaking loose." He said with a smirk. Then he ran into the first room.
"Come on Madeline." Linda said with a glare.
Madeline grabbed her hand and they ran into the second room.
Dante looked around for the light switch.
"So nice of you to make it." Obsidia said in the darkness, "I like the fact that you take your job so seriously."
Dante slowly pulled out his sword. "You shouldn't…because I'm here to take you out, as well as all the other demons in this house." He said.
"Whatever." She said. She flipped on the lights…and there was a Gigapede in the room.
"You see Dante, I'm not supposed to die. I'm just one of the few who have to stick around to keep up appearances." She said, stroking the Gigapede.
"You seem to think a little too highly of yourself," he snorted, "Because I'm sure once I kill you, you won't be missed."
"I don't think so. I have someone that you might want to save…" Obsidia said.
"Who?" Dante asked.
"Lady. I know you aren't very fond of her…but I'm sure you wouldn't want a devil like me to kill her…" she said with a laugh, "Well, ta-ta, I've got to go check on my sister in the other room next door." Then she disappeared.
'Shit.' Dante thought, 'Linda and Madeline…this bitch is going to be harder to kill than I thought…'
The Gigapede roared and slammed its tail into Dante, but he quickly recovered, getting up and slashing it with his sword.
"Why does everyone want me dead!" he said, "It's not as though I've actually done anything to anyone…I mind my own business, and I still get caught in life and death situations."
The Gigapede smacked Dante again with it's tail, and quickly turned around to bite him, but Dante kicked it's mouth upward and stabbed it in the throat. It screamed in pain. He got up, stabbed it a few more times in its side, then it died.
Dante looked for a clock in the room. '9:05' it read. Then he ran out of the room.
Linda's heart nearly stopped when she saw her mother standing at the large window of the room. Catherine turned around and smiled.
"Oh Linda…I'm so pleased with you. You found Madeline and brought her straight to me." She said with a smile.
Linda glared. "You can't have her! I won't let you hurt her anymore!" she yelled.
"You defiant little bitch! I'll teach you to rebel against me!" Catherine said and she stalked over to Linda, who was frozen with fear.
"Linda!" Madeline cried, tugging on her arm.
Linda ran for the door, but Obsidia entered the room. She shook her head.
"You're such bad children. Spare the rod, spoil the child." She said.
"What the hell have we ever done to be treated like this!" Linda screamed.
"You were born." Catherine said, "I never wanted children! I hate children, especially ones who can't do anything right!"
"That's because you never give us a chance to! You're always beating the living daylights out of us—how do you expect us to do anything right?" Linda said, tears welling in her eyes, "No one told your ass to get pregnant, it's not our fault!"
"You're right, no one did tell me to get pregnant. It was a mistake. Now I'm going to fix it." Catherine said.
"Children really cramp your style when you're in public too…" Obsidia said with a shudder, "They make you look…old…"
Catherine grabbed Linda by the throat so that her feet dangled in the air.
"Any last words before I snap your neck?" she asked with an evil smile.
Linda choked and struggled to breathe. Catherine loosened her grip a little so that she could talk.
"All I ever wanted was a loving mother…didn't your mother love you?" Linda said as she cried.
"I never knew my mother. She abandoned me and Obsidia. Obsidia has always been there to care for and guide me." Catherine said with a scowl.
"I know that I've hated you…but now I see I never hated you, I just hated the way you've been treating us. I know deep down inside, you want to stop hating us, you want to love us back…but you're so hurt and angry…it's just hard for you to love us." Linda said in between sobs. She could feel her pulse pounding in her head, and it was hard to talk, because it was hard to breathe.
Catherine softened. And for once, Linda saw pure love in her mother's eyes.
"What are you waiting for!" Obsidia asked angrily.
Catherine hardened again. A gunshot was heard and Catherine howled in pain. She let go of Linda and limped over to Obsidia. They disappeared. Linda held her neck and rubbed it.
"She's so strong." She whimpered.
Madeline sat on the floor, rocking back and forth.
"She's only strong because you let yourself think that way." Dante said, "If you let her feed off of your fear, she will always be strong."
"How can I not be afraid! She's my mother…I'm afraid to…I'm afraid to hate her. Because if I hate her…I'll want her dead." Linda said, wiping the tears that fell.
"Would you rather be dead?" Dante asked.
"No." Linda said.
"Then it's kill or be killed." Dante said.
"Why can't she live too?" Linda asked, "Why can't we just be a family?"
"Apparently she listens to whatever Obsidia says. Perhaps if we get rid of her…there may be a chance for your mother to change."
"No…she'll never change then." Linda said, "Obsidia is everything to her."
"So what do you want to do?" Dante asked.
Linda sighed. "I want to be free. I want me and Madeline to be safe. I want my mother and Obsidia…dead."
"Remember what you said, because from this point on, there's no turning back on those words." Dante said.
Linda nodded.
Madeline stood up. "Do we still have to be split up?"
"We can make another diversion." Linda said, "I mean…I was sorta stalling when my mother was choking the hell out of me…I was hoping that if I talked long enough, you'd be finished killing off a demon and come to check on us."
Dante sighed. "I don't know…you might get hurt again."
Linda smiled. "Well, it's for a good cause. She's hurt me many times before, I'm used to it."
"Alright, let's go." Dante said.
