Sorry its been a while, things have beenabitmad round here, so just a short updatexxx
The red haired man stared out over the crowded dance floor, searching the movement on the bar. He caught the eye of one of the women who nodded at him. The dark haired woman grabbed a bottle from the fridge and climbed onto the bar and up onto a narrow catwalk.
"Here you go Carl." the woman said, opening the DJ box and handing the man a beer.
"Anything you notice Anna-Lucia?" he replied.
"That they're gathering outside? I know. Remember I've been doing this long before I found you," the woman laughed, fingering her custom made guns at her belt. "When You're ready love."
The man took a swig of his bottle and nodded. "Let me put a mix CD on and we'll head out." he answered.
They both left the box and headed for the back room, Carl pulling a short sword out from the inside of his long coat that was hanging by the back door. Anna-Lucia pulled both her guns out from the back of her trousers and kicked the back fire exit open.
Leveling her gun into the shadows she fired twice and ducked. Carl swung over her head into the creature that sprang out from behind the door, dust settling over both people.
In a fury of movement the two demon hunters cleared the alley, allowing piles of dust to settle around them. Just as quickly as it started it was finished and both turned back into the bar.
Carl reattached his sword to his jacket and jogged up to the DJ box, the pounding music keeping his adrenalin going.
"Welcome to the Devel's Call!" he shouted, blasting out a new mix.
A year ago he remembered waking in a strange bed knowing nothing but pain, yet when he sat up he felt no injuries, it was just an ache of residual pain. In that moment he met Anna-Lucia who told him she had found him after a Demon attack. She'd explained that he was gravely injured and she had given him her blood which saved him.
The only problem was he couldn't remember anything about himself. Anna-Lucia had explained he'd hurt his head, causing amnesia. He had stayed for a time, simply because he didn't want to believe; it wasn't until he started to sense things that he knew weren't human that she told him the consequences of saving him.
"You have my powers, my strength and my knowledge of the demons." to say he had freaked at that was an understatement. He'd ran that very night in the hopes of finding help. What he found was trouble, a pack of demons that attacked him, but in someway he knew how to beat them, how to fight and his speed was amazing.
He returned to the upstairs building of Devil's Cry and asked Anna to teach him. During this time he had also searched missing persons data, hopeful still that someone knew his past, since it appeared true that Anna did not.
It took him a while to realise no one was looking for him, and he accepted that at least one person cared enough to help him. So he stayed, he learnt and she gave him a job, but the dreams still puzzled him, even after this long.
He dreamt of people he couldn't quite see, someone glowing green, someone dressed all black, another in blue, one with wings, a changing shape and a crown. And while over the year he puzzled over who he was and who he is, those people pondered over what happened to him.
"Its been a year Bruce, even I'm beginning to loose faith." J'ohn said, turning away from Batman. Receiving no answer he headed for the door.
"I know he's alive." he heard as he left. J'ohn sighed and continued on, they had searched for him, they had searched for the woman, they had even searched into Demons, but all they found was religious banter.
Batman continued his search, he'd just returned from Mexico where reports had come in about a demon attack fought off by a woman with dark curls and a red headed man. Having arrived too late he had hunted flights in the area and was currently studying footage for clues. No one helped these days, but after a year no one saw how Wally was still alive. In fact even he was losing faith, but he kept looking because he knew how important the man was. He was seeing the team dwindling and splitting and he knew nothing good could come of that.
