Woo Hoo..chapter 4! A special thanks to Seeker for all of your great reviews! Also thanks to Magician of Black Chaos, and Demon Spawn for taking the time to write a review! It just makes me want to update this faster :) Well here you go...Im currently working on the next chapter so it should be up soon. Enjoy.
Trish woke after the sun had already set. Dante was still sleeping ,what she percieved as peacefully next to her, so she got up slowly as to not disturb him.
She was determined to get some answers as to Dante's condition, so she showered and got dressed. She didn't throw on anything too elaborate. Just jeans and a black tank top. She opened the door to leave, shooting one last glance over at Dante, when she felt the door hit something as it was opened. Looking down, she saw Dante's sword, wrapped in a red cloth.
"How the hell did this get here?" She picked it up, and to her suprise Ebony and Ivory dropped out of the bundle.
"They've been cleaned. But no one knows how to do that.." Trish was refering to the locking mechanism on the twin pistols, that was tiny and well hidden. This deterred anyone from taking them apart, and screwing them up. "I thought only Dante and I knew where that was...this is getting weirder by the minute."
"Oh well, I should take a gun with me anyways. Dante won't mind." Trish settled on Ivory knowing full well that Dante would have her head if he knew she was taking it.
She went to the garage, trying to decide which vehicle to take, and finally settled on Dante's motorcycle. She also knew that he would kill her for that, but she never got a chance to ride it, and now seemed like a good tim to take advantage of the situation.
Trish checked around several bars in town, looking for anyone who might of seen anyone suspicious in the area. She had a good reputation at most of the bars , so information flowed freely from most of the bartenders and waitstaff. Unfortunately for her, no one had seen anything out of the ordinary.
Frustrated and slightly stressed, she decided to hit one last bar on the way home just for a drink. The streets were dark and a fine fog was falling upon the city, as she pulled the bike to rest in front of a bar called Crossroads.
It was a tough looking bar. It wasn't somewhere you would want to take a first date, or any date at all for that matter.
As she got off the bike a homeless looking man standing on the sidewalk shot her a toothless grin.
"Heh baby...looking for some action tonight cause I can help you with that." He laughed deeply, coughing at one point, and then wiping his mouth with his dirty sleeve.
"I prefer my men bathed, and with teeth, but thanks for the offer." She walked into the bar mouthing the word "asshole" to herself.
A thick layer of smoke hung in the air of the bar, making Trish cough lightly. The bar seemed to quite down slightly shen she walked in, but she ignored it seated herself on the barstool that was farthest from the door. After a few minutes the bar went back to its normal state of rowdiness.
This was not a place she normally stopped at, so she hoped the bartender wasn't a complete jackass.
He approached her, holding a glass he was cleaning out with a dirty looking rag.
The bartender was in his mid 50's from what she could estimate, and he was dressed in ripped jeans and a t-shirt with a confederate flag on it. Under the flag it read "Southern Pride."
"Good God." Trish mumbled to herself.
"Whats your poison missy?" As he stood there she could of sworn he farted but she wasn't sure.
"I'll take a scotch, neat, and some information."
"You're the second person to ask me for one of those drinks tonight..Well, as for the drink it'll be $4.50. As for the information, the price depends on what ya wanna be knowin'." His gum was smacking in his mouth, and truely annoying her to death.
"I want to know if you have seen anyone in here recently that didn't seem to belong here.." She slid a twenty dollar bill in front of him.
"You mean besides yourself then right?" He winked, and smiled at her.
"Riiighhht...so have you seen anyone then?" She rolled her eyes, thinking that this couldn't possibly be worth twenty bucks.
"Well, funny you should ask. As I mentioned before, I had a guy in here earlier who seemed lost or something. Didn't talk at all to me except when he ordered.
I tried to make conversation with him, but he was a stuck up asshole, so I just left him alone. The only reason I rememberd him was because he ordered that same damn yuppy drink. Round here, all we drink is Jack, and beer. That there bottle of scotch hasn't been touched in ages. Oh yeah, and he had this pack of cigarettees sittin in front of him, but I couldn't read the label. It was like german or something. Alien for all I know."
"Humph...so what did he look like?"
"Couldn't rightly say. He was wearing some kind of hooded jacket. Kept his head down most of the time. When he talked he didn't sound that old or anything. But there was one thing...at one point I swear I saw some of his hair under the hood. It was stark white, so I suppose he could of been an old fart. I had to ask him to leave when I noticed he was carrying a sword around. Ya know..one of those japanese ones. Who in the hell does that? Why not just carry a gun? Oh well to each his own I guess. "
"Did you say white hair, and a sword? When did he leave?" Trish knew it was the someone she was seeking.
"I asked him to leave a few minutes before you got here. He slammed his drink, and took the back door to the alley on his way out. Strage fucker. Comes in through the front and leaves through the back. Between you and me though baby, thats the way I like my women." He started laughing to himself, but seeing his joke was not ammusing her he stopped quickly.
"Thankyou for the information." She slipped him another ten dollar bill before heading for the back door.
"Don't you want your drink baby?" He yelled after her, but she was already at the door.
The alley had a foul stench to it, that she mainly contributed to the dumpster that the chinese place next door used to dump its garbage. It was humid and the manholes in the alley had vapor drifting out if them.
She had the unnerving feeling she was being watched, so she drew Ivory from her back belt buckle. Towards the back of the alley she saw a tall man sitting on a garbage can, one leg down. Smoke trailed out of his hood as the man sat there, still and silent, as if he were waiting for something.
Neither of them moved for quite a while. The only sound was the breeze tinkleing a far off wind chime.
All of a sudden Trish pointed Ivory at the man and cocked the hammer back.
"How appropriate Vergil, to find you sitting amongst the other garbage." Trish tried to sound confident, but deep down she was scared. She knew her skills as a fighter were far less superior than Vergil's. It felt to her as if she had insulted the devil himself.
The man continued to sit there, until his ciagette was just about to reach its end. Raising his hand, one flick of his fingers sent it flying into the alley wall, sending sparks of fire into the night, until it came to rest in a muddy puddle below.
"Nice to see you again too Trish." The man swung the one leg he had up on the trash cans to the ground, and stood facing her.
"I thought you were supposed to be the dignified one. The least you could do is take that hood off and looke me in the eyes. Or are you as much of a coward as I always thought you were?"
The man gave a low chuckle. "Very well, If you wish." He flipped his neck back hard, sending the hood to rest on his back.
Trish gasped. She haden't seen him in so long and yet his beauty was unscathed. He was truely beautiful, and she stood there as if in a far off trance.
"You know you shouldn't stare. It's not polite." Vergil was now slowly walking towards her, like a Cobra moving in on its hypnotized prey.
Trish all of a sudden snapped back to the now. "Don't come any closer you piece of shit, or I swear I'll put a hole in your head the size of the grand canyon."
Vegil was not however intimidated by her in the least. "Now, now Trish. That's really no way for a lady to talk. But I have to admit, that I never thought of you as much of one, so please continue." He was only a few feet from her now, moving silently as a cat.
"Im warning you Vergil...take one more step and I'll..." Trish was cut short as Vergil darted at her, disarming her and pinning her to the alley wall in one sharp movement.
"You will what?" Vergil's voice sounded intoxicating against the dead of night.
Trish was a tall for a woman, but his size easily over powered her. The top of her head only came to his chin, so she was literally looking straight up at him, and he straight down at her. She knew this was a very bad position to be in. She felt like the cheese in a mouse trap.
Trish decided now was as good as anytime to try and get answers out of Vergil. Her voice started to choke up slightly, but she fought it back.
"How could you of done that to him you bastard. For god's sake he's your own brother! Your other half! Your mirror image!" Vergil didn't say anything, but instead seemed lost in thought.
"ANSWER ME YOU SPINELESS, HEARTLESS, COWARDLY..." She was cut short as Vergil's hand snapped around her throat, applying slight pressure to it.
"Is that what you think? Its seems that you are less intellegent than I might of given you credit for." He put his lips next to her ear, so she could feel him breathing on her skin.
"The fact IS woman, that if I haden't saved Dante when I did he would of ended up as kibble for the hounds of hell." One his hands was pinning hers above her and one was wrapped around her back. She felt him remove the one that was around her for a second when she heard a tink sound, and knew exactly what that was. Vergil had pushed Yamato out of its hilt ever so slightly, and was he preparing to gut her like a salmon.
"You actually expect me to belive that after all of the years you and Dante fought, THIS time you didn't injure and poison him? How stupid do you think I must be to believe scum such as yourself?" Trish wanted to get things off of her chest, so if she was going to be gutted, she was determined to get them off of her chest.
She stood on her tip toes to whisper in Vergil's ear. "Did you have to poison him first Vergie? Is that the only way you knew you that you could beat him? You waited all of these years to kill him, and you couldn't even make it a fair fight. For god's sake he loved you Vergil...more than anything on earth, and all you ever wanted was him dead, so you could dance a jig on his grave..."
This seemed to strike a nerve deep within him, because his sword was out of its sheath and at her throat in one swift motion. "SHUT UP BITCH! WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT ANYTHING! YOU DON"T KNOW SHIT ABOUT WHAT I"VE BEEN THROUGH, OR THE SHIT I HAD TO DO TO GET HERE, SO GO TO HELL!"
Trish had never seen Vergil loose his temper like this before. Usually when confronted, he would become even more quiet and deadly than normal, but he was loosing it right in front of her. He also rarely ever swore, so she knew something was very wrong.
Vergil was no longer acting like the calm, cool, and collected being he normally was. He looked as if he was going insane before her. She thought for sure this was the end of it all, when he suddenly realeased her. He grabbed the sides of his head, staggering backwards until hitting his back against the oposite alley wall and dropping to his knees. Yamato dropped from his hand , as he sat there, his head hung low.
Trish just stood there in shock, somewhere between running for her life and shooting him in the head. What was going on she asked herself. Vergil never let his sword hit the ground if he could help it. Something inside her told her to stay. She didn't know why, but she needed to know what was going on. She owed Dante that much.
Chapter 5 coming very soon...