Disclamer- I don't own anything that has to do with Devilmaycry. Exsept the games. Damnit.

Well this is the first chapter of my second story. Don't flame be nice. Thanks. : )

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It was midnight as a young woman walked down the halls of her home. Her home was a beautiful manor, her father had used his smarts and now owned a huge estate. She heard a scream and started to run. "Mom?" The young woman yelled out and sprinted down the hallway toward the basement steps. She carefully walked down them unnoticed, but by the time she got to the basement the screams had died out and sick laughter had taken it's place.

She crouched behind a pile of boxes and looked around, and she finally saw it, her beautiful mother was lying in a pool of blood. Deep cuts scared her face and blood stained her clothing. Her father was standing above the dead body with a twisted smile on his face. Mary had realized it then. He had killed her mother. She covered her mouth and ran up the steps, back down the halls up another flight of stairs and into her bathroom. Mary looked in the mirror and started to cry. She fell back onto the floor against the bathtub and sobbed quietly to herself.

Mary woke up breathing hard, her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead. She was to be forever haunted by the memory of her mothers death, that occurred two years ago. The poor girl had been fifteen when it happened. She looked over at her window, saw the sun coming up, threw the covers off of her and ran down a huge flight of stairs.

"Good morning father." She said as she arrived in her dinning room in nothing but a raggedy tee shirt and shorts.

Arkham looked up at his daughter and smiled.

"Good morning. Your not up as early as you usually are. You better get moving if you don't want to be late for school."

"School, what a joke." She thought to herself as a maid brought her breakfast.

Her father had enrolled her into a private school when she was a child. Little did he know she had dropped out of school three months ago and had been spending her days in the town library studying demonology and buying guns. Her plan was to move out and hunt down demons, the creatures her father had talked so much about.

Mary finished eating and headed up the stairs. She threw off her baggy attire once she got into the bathroom and got into the shower. She breathed deeply as the warm water flowed over her. This was one of the only peaceful times in her life ware she had time to think without being interrupted by maids, or gunshots. Mary rinsed all the suds from her short hair and turned the water off. "Ow." She noticed a pain in her leg when she ran the towel over it.

"The joys of being a devil hunter…" She thought sarcasticly as she saw a small gash in her thigh. Mary sighed, wrapped the towel around her body and looked into the mirror that hung above the sink. She grabbed a brush and started to brush her short hair.

"Everyone told me I looked just like my mother when my hair was longer." Mary shut her eyes and shivered as water ran down her naked body. Memories of her mother seemed to be woven into every corner of the mansion, and she could never escape it. Unless she ran away, but she had no ware to run. Mary was stuck in a mansion, with no one who really cared about her.

She was alone.

She had to run.

She had to get out of there.

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Alrighty then the next chapter is on it's way.

as soon as I think of something. Review please. :)