Heh guys...I decided to go ahead and post this, and since it ends on such a cliffy, I promise to update this tommorow, or tommorow night... :) Have a good read...
Dante awoke to find himself laying on the floor of a cold, damp cell. He sat up, still slightly pained from the beating he had recieved, but no worse for wear than he normally was after a good fight.
Three men appeared outside of his cell door, one being noticibly larger than the other two. The two smaller guards were armed with long spears, and as the door was opened, rushed in first, pointing them at his neck.
"Whoa there...jesus fellas! Good morning to you too!" He started to stand up, only to be assisted my the large man, who threw him up against one of the cell's walls by his neck.
"Tell the general what he wants to know you stupid piece of shit, or I'll make you talk!" He tightened his grip on Dante's neck.
Dante raised his hands, putting them on the man's, as he felt his oxygen being cut off. Just then, Dante kicked outward at the man, sending him flying into the opposite wall.
Falling to the ground, Dante began to choke air back into his burning lungs. "Heh...asshole...I'm not into that kinky choking kind of sex...ok?"
The two guards rushed at him once more, holding thier spears to him.
The large man walked over to Dante, punching in the side of the face. He turned to the two guards. "Bring him." The man turned to leave. "You may not tell me what the general wants to know now fool, but I guarantee that by the time I'm done with you, you will be telling me everything I need to know about you."
The two smaller guards fastened metal cuffs to each of his wrists, before yanking the chains holding them. "I take it that's my cue to follow you bozo's huh?"
The two lead Dante into a small room, that was adorned with all sorts of devices used for torture. Dante, looking around, felt slightly uneasy. "Jesus...who is your decorator? Genghis Kahn?" He looked at the walls, lined with whips, chains, and spiked maces. "I mean, this shit looks like it came from the Martha Stewart torture chamber collection or something..."
"Silence fool!" The man had grabbed a long, black leather whip off of one of the walls. "Now take off your shirt..."
Dante cocked one eye up smirking. "Man, you move awfully fast there big guy...I mean shouldn't we at least go to dinner or something first?"
He was answered, as the whip came to a crack at his feet. "Do it..."
"Fine, but it's gonna be kinda hard with these hand cuffs on..." The man motioned for the guards to remove them, as Dante rubbed his wrists.
The man stood, waiting for Dante to comply with his orders.
Dante began to unzip his leather vest, slowly, watching the man as he did. He then began to move his hips slightly, as if he was doing a strip tease for an audience.
"Hurry up..." The man rolled his eyes, staring at the young twin.
"Slow down there big guy...you can't rush perfection..." Dante took of his vest, before twirling it around on the tip of his finger, flinging it into the face of one of the smaller guards. "Heh...I want that back after the show...ok?" Dante winked at him, and began to strip his trencoat off, seductively letting it fall off of his shoulders onto the ground.
The large man looked appauled.
Dante looked at him, grinning shamelessly. "Oh jesus...come on now..." He looked down at his tanned, muscular chest. "That was worth AT LEAST a few bucks..." He took his thumb and stuck it into the band of his leather pants, as if he was waiting to be tipped.
The large man rushed at Dante, punching him in the stomach. Dante fell to the ground coughing. "Damn...rough crowd..." The man carried Dante over a wall, attaching his wrists to large shackles that were imbedded in it. Dante realized as he faced outward, that the chains were in a position that would not allow him to sit, for they were too high up on the wall.
"Now...I will give you one last chance..." The man played with the end of his whip. "Where is your brother?"
"I told ya...he had a sex change and now goes by the name Verginia..." Dante smiled at he man.
"You you're a real smart ass aren't ya boy?" The man cracked his whip across Dante's chest, leaving a line of crimson in it's wake.
"Lets put that to good use..." The man continued to whip Dante, until the only sound coming from the dungeon, was the young twin, screaming for his life.
--Meanwhile--
Vergil sat himself up, almost completely healed, staring out in to cavern ahead of him. In the distance, he could make out a tall, black tower standing in the distance.
"That looks like a good place to start looking for answers,... and my brother..." He stood himself up, looking below him, only to see a several large ledges below.
He placed his hand on his side, only to find that something was missing. "Dammit..." He looked all around him, but could not find his sword. "It must of fallen below."
He began to let himself down the cliff slowly, falling onto each ledge carefully, before dropping to the next, until he was close to the bottom.
The site that befell him, made his blood boil with anger.
Two guards stood below him, one holding his prized sword, swinging it around like a toy. He was using it to stage a mock sword fight with the other guard.
Vergil watched this scene for a moment, before jumping off of his current position, and landing on the back of the guard that was holding Yamato.
"Heh...what the..." The other guard started to swing his blade at the dark twin, but was not fast enough, as Vergil grabbed his sword out of the unconcious guard's hand, slicing his attacker in half. He then used it run through the other, before wiping it off on the fallen guards clothing, and resheathing it. His dream flashed before him once more, as he held his hand on his blade.
He didn't want to look at his sword, as he had not thought about his missing gold tassles in many years, and now finally remembering the moment that they went missing. With his eyes closed, he held it up in front of him, not wanting to open them. Peeking his eye open, he saw what he had feared. They were gone.
"What does this all mean?"
Vergil drug the guard's bodies under a nearby ledge, before looking for a way to reach the tower, without having to cross the field of troops.
He spotted a large drainage ditch, and walked down into it. He noticed a good sized metal cylinder, jetting out of the ravine, water flowing slowly from it.
"That should do nicley." Vergil walked over to it, hiking himself up inside of it, and began the long crawl into darkness.
When he reached the other side, he let himself down silently, and began to walk through what appeared to be the cooridors of a large dungeon.
Screams of agony flooded him from all directions, the sounds of wips and saws buzzed in his ears, as he tried to mentally drown them out. The scent of blood and death hung in the air like a stagnant puddle of sewage.
He continued to walk, looking into each cell, wondering if Dante had been brought here after his little escapade. As he was about to give up, in the last cell on the left, he spotted something, curled into a tiny ball in a dark corner.
"Dante?..." Vergil walked over to the bars, trying to get a better look inside. He could hear light sobbing coming from the figure, and it was rocking back and forth slowly.
"Dante? Is that you?" He saw the figure raise it's head, only to see two blue eyes glistening in the dim torchlight.
Vergil used his sword to cut the lock off of the cell door, catching it in his hand to dampen the sound, before rushing in and kneeling in front of the figure.
He winced as he saw black and purple bruises marring the man's arms, some of them looking like hand prints on his skin.
"Dante? Jesus christ...I'm so lucky to of found you..." Vergil reached out to take Dante in his arms, only to have him flinch away.
"Dante...what's wrong with you?" Dante was silent, tears flowing from his innocent eyes, staring at his brother. Vergil had never seen such a look of terror on anyone's face before.
He gently reached for his brother's arms. "Dante...I'm not going to hurt you..." He placed his hands on his twin's cold arms, pulling them aside gently.
Vergil's heart was broken in two, as he took in the site of his cowering brother.
Whip marks of all depths covered every inch of Dante's chest, blood oozing from all of them. Taking his brother's hands in his own, he noticed that they were covered in a
fine layer of dark red. His normally tanned skin, pale and gary.
Vergil instantly took off his coat, and wrapped it around his twin's shoulders. "Dante...what happened to you?"
Dante did not speak, instead staring past his twin, into nothingness.
Vergil felt himself overwhelmed with guilt. "I should of climbed back up Dante...I should of come back for you...this wouldn't of happened..."
Dante grabbed Vergil tightly, crying a river onto his twin's black sleeveless top. Vergil melted into him as well, not wanting to let his brother go.
Vergil broke the hug, looking Dante in the eyes. "Dante...how did this happen?"
Dante sat silently. "He...he...god...why did he have to do that to me?..."
Vergil didn't understand. "Dante...who did what to you?"
Dante moved into the light so that his twin could see his body.
Vergil stared in horror at the marks on Dante's sides. They were the perfect impressions of large hands, and were painted gruesomely onto both sides of his lower stomach.
"Jesus Dante...he didn't..." Vergil could feel his demon energy starting to radiate from himself.
Dante burried his head into Vergil's armoured shoulder. "Verge...he...I begged him not to...I'm so sorry..."
Vergil felt as if he was about to erupt like a volcano, now realizing what had happened to his baby brother. "You have nothing to be sorry for Dante...however, the man that did this to you will have plenty to be sorry for the minute I find him."
Vergil placed himself behind his normally strong brother, holding him, and rocking him back and forth. "I will make him suffer for this...you have my word..."
Several hours later, Vergil was still holding onto his now sleeping brother. He watched in the dark, as his twins face went from content, to panic-stricken in a heartbeat, as Vergil watched him.
"No...no...please...stop..." Dante was now thrashing his body back and forth in his twin's arms.
Vergil felt helpless, watching his other half suffer. He shook Dante awake. "Dante...wake up...your having a nightmare..."
Dante's eye's snapped open, looking at his twin in shock. "Was it just a dream Verge? Please tell me it was a dream..."
Vergil stroked his twin's head. "Dante ...I..." He was cut short as a large, balding man put a new lock on the cell.
"Well, well...so you really can catch more flies with honey.." He looked at Dante. "...can't you..."
Vergil stood up, resting Dante gently against the wall, making sure his coat was covering him, before walking to the cell door.
"What did you do to my little brother, you piece of shit?" Vergil wanted nothing more than to reach through the bars, and strangle the man with his own hands.
"Oh...nothing he didn't beg me to do..." The man smiled right in Vergil's face. "I had him screaming my name like a little bitch.." The man started to laugh loudly.
Vergil drew his sword in a blind rage, sending it through the bars, but just knicking the man in the stomach, causing a red stain to appear on his shirt.
"Oh...you are fiesty one as well eh? He looked Vergil up and down. "Don't you worry, for you will get your turn very soon..." He licked his lips, leaving the corridor.
Vergil retracted his blade, resheathing it, and turned to look at his twin, cowering in the corner at the sound of the man's voice.
Vergil walked slowly to his brother, taking a place behind him once again, his arms wrapped protectively around him. "I will kill him Dante...and he will suffer a far greater pain than even you could imagine..." As Vergil held him, he began to hatch a plan in his mind, of evil, hatred, and revenge.
Man...poor Dante..right? LOL Ok, so I will post soon...very soon...R&R for me and I will jump up and down creaming like a little school girl...HEHE