Author's Note:
Here it is the fourth chapter of "I Cry Wolf". I hope that you really like it and thank you to everyone that reviewed followed, and favorited this story! I love you all, and thank you for your support and constructive criticism. Without you all this story would be nothing.
It might be a few days before I get another update up. I have a lot going on till this weekend, and I'm not sure how it's looking at the is point, but I will try to get another chapter up by this weekend.
Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry, its characters, or Capcom.
~*I Cry Wolf: Chapter 4*~
Dante fired round after round as the werewolves kept on coming, a bead of sweat making it's way down his back. Ebony and Ivory were beginning to grow hot in his hands, the heavy silver rounds were taking their tole on is beloved pistols. If this kept up at this rate, they would be ruined for sure. Dante grit his teeth as yet another werewolf met it's end and fell into the now blood soaked grass twitching and convulsing until it regained it's human form. Daring to spare a quick glance over his shoulder he was able to breath a sigh of relief to find that Nero was at least holding his own against the onslaught. The kid was a crack shot he had to admit, as a werewolf fell with two neat bullet holes smoking directly between it's eyes. Dante returned his gaze to his own battle just barely taking down a werewolf that had managed to get a little to close for comfort.
"Watch yourself old man, cause I'm not hauling your pizza eating fat ass outta here!" Nero shouted from behind him.
"You just worry about yourself kid, I'm to awesome to get taken down by a few werewolves," Dante taunted back with a grunt. Damn it...this was starting to wear him out, and if the slight pants behind him were any indication, he wasn't the only one.
"How many more can there possibly be! I don't know how much more of this Blue Rose can take!" Nero shouted above the thunder of gunfire.
"I don't know, I've never heard of a pack this size before. We need to locate the Alpha and draw them out. If we can kill the Alpha then the rest will die with it," Dante shouted back.
"And just how are we suppose to do that old man?" Nero was getting tired, and he wasn't joking about Blue Rose. His trusty pistol was getting uncomfortably hot in his hand.
Suddenly Nero felt his hair stand on end as red electricity began to dance all around the clearing. He was nearly knocked to the ground as a shock-wave of power exploded as Dante triggered. Nero watched in shock as the now triggered hunter brought his wrist up to his fang filled mouth and using said fangs bit deeply into the armored flesh allowing the blood to spill freely into the already soaked ground.
"Are you fucking crazy!" Nero shouted in horror. Dante simply raised his wounded arm and turned his gaze all around them.
"You want me, then come and get me you fucking coward," the triggered hunter taunted into the darkness.
Nero watched as the hoards around them suddenly stopped and began to retreat into the tree line. Suddenly a very strange and nightmarish sound began to rise up from the shadows steadily growing louder with each passing second. With a sick churning in his gut Nero realized that it was laughter...one of the werewolves was laughing at them.
"Bravooooo soooooon of sssspardaaaaa, andddd heereee weeee thouuugght thaaaatt thiiiiissss woullllddd beee borrring," came a broken and garbled voice followed by more of that gut wrenching laughter. Nero swallowed hard trying to control his bodies desire to throw up the contents of his stomach. He had heard a lot of demons talk, but never had he heard something sound so purely evil in his life.
"It's only been boring because you are to big of a fucking piece of shit to face me yourself. Instead you send your mindless freaks to do it for you," Dante growled out.
"I caaaaannn alllwaysssss maaakkke mooore, thheeeeyyy aaarreee nooootthinggg. Youuuuuu onn the ooootherrrr handdd, I wouullddd treasuuuuuure yoooouuuu," the voice stated with obvious indifference. Dante snorted.
"As if a filthy creature like you could actually take me on," Dante stated with the same indifference.
"Peerrrhaaaaaps...buuuuuut theeee youuuuung ooooone wittth youuuuuu, heeee wouuuuuld dooooo. Peeeeerhhhhaaaapsss asssss myyyyy newwww plaaaaaayyy tooooooyyy," the voice stated followed by more manacle laughter. Nero felt a pair of unseen eyes lock onto him with a stare that chilled him to his very soul.
"I will kill you for even thinking such a thing," Dante hissed his rage clearly visible.
"Youuuuu cannn tryyyyy!" was the reply before a massive black shape flew from the trees. Nero jerked and raised Blue Rose but he realized it was too late, he had been to slow in his reaction.
Time seemed to slow to a deathly crawl as Nero watched those rows of razor sharp fangs come within inches of his face. Suddenly with a deafening bang that seemed to come from right beside his ear Nero watched as the werewolf flew to the left and dissapeared from his line of sight.
Nero threw a hand up to his left ear as he collapsed onto his knees in shock his hearing reduced to a deafening ringing that refused to end. Slowly he began to regain his bearings and realized someone was shaking him by his shoulders rather roughly Forcing his eyes to focus he realized it was Dante and the elder hunter looked like he was about to fall into frantic hysterics Slowly the ringing began to quite, and Nero was able to make out bits and pieces of what the elder was screaming.
"Nero! Come on kid say something are you okay!?" Dante was beginning to panic. He hadn't planed on blowing out Nero's eardrum, but he was kinda limited at that moment.
"Christ...what the fuck Dante..." finally came Nero's groaning reply. Nero groaned again as Dante pulled him into a bone crushing hug.
"Shit...you had me scared there for a minute kid! I'm sorry, but I kinda didn't have any other options at the time," Dante began to rant, not caring right now if he got socked in the jaw for hugging the kid. He was just happy Nero was okay and that the fight was finally over.
"And you thought blowing out my ears was the best way to kill that bastard?" Nero questioned as his eyes finally began to focus once more and the ringing quieted to a more tolerable level.
"Well yeah kinda, I was hoping he would go after me so I'd get a better shot. I was lucky I got a shot in at all before he...well it doesn't matter now. That was the Alpha, so now that he's dead all the others are too. We did it kid," Dante finished his rant by pulling Nero even closer against him.
Nero was about to protest said treatment when something caught his attention through his slowly clearing vision. Nero stilled and ignored the elder as he continued to rant like a crazy person and watched the tree line silently forcing his vision to focus faster. Suddenly Nero realized they were in deep shit as a pair of yellow eyes appeared in the shadows. There was one more...why did it not die with the others? Nero watched in horror as the creature sprang from the trees straight for them. Without a word Nero grabbed a hold of the back of Dante's leather coat and with adrenalin fueled strength he threw the elder as far away from him as he could. Having no time to reach for Blue Rose he instinctively threw up his Devil Bringer in front of him in time to watch rows of glistening fangs sink into the armored flesh down to the bone. Nero screamed as a pain he had never felt before raced through is arm straight to his heart making it falter as he was knocked backwards by the force of the werewolf's attack. He felt the teeth leave his arm and he instantly brought the wounded appendage against his chest as the pain increased to an intolerable level. Somewhere far away he heard someone screaming and after a moment he realized it was him, then there was the sound of rapid thunderous gunfire.
The last thing Nero heard was someone scream his name, then there was nothing but darkness.
~*To Be Continued*~
Author's Note:
Wow, so there it is! What is going to happen to Nero, and will he be okay? Stay tuned for the next chapter of "I Cry Wolf" to find out.