Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry, just my OC's
-In Wendover, Maggie and John's house.-
"Alright kids, we'll be back by around 11:00 tonight, you know the drill." Maggie said with a hint of sadness in her voice. She did not like to be away from her children, even the twins and RoRa, for very long.
"Yeah we know." Marlo replied with a annoyed wave of her hand, "Showered by 8, bed by 9:30, lights out at 10, we're good." she was cranky on the prospect of eating 'contaminated' pizza, I.E mushrooms and olives.
"There is no call for that sort of behavior young lady." John snapped at her. "Now apologize to your mother." The word came out of his mouth like something sour.
Marlo's eyes darkened and looked like she was about to comment something mean and hateful when Chris walked in with RoRa. "Oh, thank you Maggie for letting me choose dinner for tonight." He said with a smile, and shot his sister a look.
Maggie's demeanor brightened with a smile. "Oh your welcome, I figured that all of you deserved something." John grumbled something unintelligible. "What was that dear?"
"Nothing, now come on, the movie starts at 7 and it's already 5:50." He said, and then walked into the living room and towards the door. Giving his daughters and son a kiss on the forehead.
"Well, he is right." Maggie said softly, she then gave Marlo and Chris a small hug, avoiding Chris's face, then went into the living room to hug and kiss her real children goodbye.
"What are we having?" Marlo asked grumpily.
"Pizza the way we like It." her brother replied, then patted her shoulder and walked off into the living room. RoRa gave Marlo a knowing look of pity, the elder twin let out a disgusted noise and walked into the living room. Sighing, RoRa followed behind.
"Alright, I'll see you all later, goodnight, love you." Maggie said cheerfully whilst closing the door. She did mean every word, but her own insecurities prevented her from actually being able to say it to the twins.
"So then, what time is the pizza getting here?" Marlo asked, then vaulted herself over the couch and landed on it. She grabbed the remote for the T.V and started flipping through channels.
"In about twenty minutes." Chris replied, sitting down on the love seat that was perpendicular with the couch. He held a book in hand and was intending to read it.
"And which one of you guys is leaving after that?" Alice asked, she sat herself down at the end of the couch and pulled out a textbook from a bag that was on the floor. She opened it and looked at the twins. Amanda and Alex had sat on either side of Chris and where slowly reading the book along with him. Alec was in his crib in the corner of the room that leaned up against the wall that met the stairs; he was resting at the moment.
"I am." Chris replied, and then turned another page.
"Ah." Alex said.
Amanda turned to Marlo with a smug look, "Lost the bet again."
Marlo growled at the statement and stopped the channel on a horror movie; it read 'Hostel' in the information bar.
"Hey, we aren't supposed to watch stuff like this." Amanda whined, Marlo smirked at the middle sister and stuck out her tongue. She knew that they were just messing with her, the sisters liked the twins equally, and Chris was just the more likable nicer one that did the homework for them free of charge.
"How are you supposed to learn from mistakes when you don't make them?" Marlo replied cryptically.
"That makes no sense." Alex stated. Then paled slightly when she saw the guy on stage get his Achilles tendon cut by a saw.
"Does to me." Marlo replied, she then raised the remote and changed to channel to discovery. "Just wanted to teach you guys a lesson."
"What, on how pay to torture people for fun." Alice scoffed; Chris and Marlo turned to the oldest sister and smirked.
"How did you know that they tortured people for fun?" Chris asked, eyebrow rose. Alice raised her head and stared at them with her mouth wide open.
"Gotcha." Marlo smirked, the other sisters snickered aloud at their sister's blunder.
"Fine, you got me, there happy?" Alice fumed, going back to her homework. RoRa came up to the couch, jumped onto it and settled down across Marlo's legs, staring at the T.V show.
"Yep." The twins replied, then went back to what they were doing. The sisters knew about the twins business, while their parents seemed blissfully unaware the kids knew and where happy that they did it.
"Oh, by the way, Joey Wheeler is coming over later so we can work on our project." Alice said. Chris's eyebrow arched and a coy smile spread across his lips.
"Is that what you kids are calling it these days." He remarked, the others laughed as Alice's face lit up red.
"Shut up!" the eldest sister said, "And we are working on our project for biology thank you very much." She snapped.
"What, is he going to show you his anatomy?" Marlo asked, wiggling her eyebrows. Everyone else gagged and shook their heads. "What, too far?"
"Way too far." Her twin replied.
"Oops, sorry Alice." The elder sister just shook her head and rolled her eyes, then went back to her math homework.
Joey Wheeler was Alice's best friend that lived about three streets away from them. Everyone seemed to like the boy, as well as his parents, for they where the type of people that were actually the type that were eternally nice. Always finding a way to help others, and they had a personality that made even the more cynical pessimist actually smile. The twins had actually helped out the family on several occasions that involved demonic activity, Joey had actually looked up to Chris as a role model, which Marlo made no end of comments about.
"What time will he be here?" Chris asked, then flipped another page in the book. Chris enjoyed the company of the Wheeler family, they viewed him as well as his sister as good role models for people, as well as descent beings. They where even comfortable with Chris are eye and sexuality, and promised to keep it from John and Maggie.
"Ah," Alice looked at the watch on her wrist, "A little bit after the pizza, give or take."
"Yeah, well we've got a few more minutes till then, Chris you'll get to dodge your fan club and get going then." Marlo said with a grin, she always pestered him on how Joey seemed to worship the ground her brother walked on.
"Whatever you say sister." Chris calmly remarked, then flipped another page. As much as he liked Joey, the boy did get a little bit annoying, it was in Chris's nature to talk frankly with people, but it was hard to say that to someone like a Wheeler with their personality. The others just snickered and went on watching the T.V, waiting for their food to arrive.
-With Dante and Trish-
"So how exactly are we going to talk to Chris?" Trish asked, then took a bite of pizza.
Dante shrugged his shoulders and took a swig of beer from the bottle he was holding. "Figured we'd just run into him while he's out, then tell him the truth."
Trish rolled her eyes, as usual Dante was approaching this half-assed. It didn't help improve her mood after the little discussion she had had with Lady about her little slip.
Apparently she was having a little argument with Vergil about what exactly they were going to do with the twins when they arrived. Lady apparently had suggested getting each of the twins something as an arrival gift, Vergil had disagreed about Chris's gift, saying that the boy wouldn't like whatever the hell she was talking about. Then Lady couldn't resist rubbing facts into Vergil's face that he didn't know, so she smugly told him that Chris would because of his preference.
Of course Nero happened to walk into the shop at that point, and of course he heard the very end of the argument. So Lady had let the cat out of the bag over her pride.
"Don't worry, they said they were perfectly fine with it." Lady had told Trish last night after the blonde demoness had promised her a supple amount of pain when she returned.
"That isn't the damn point! You where supposed to keep it a secret out of respect to him." Him being Chris. Trish was radiating lightning so much that a bolt from the sky struck a tree next to her last night.
"I know that!" Lady had snapped back in annoyance. "Look, I did something wrong I admit that. But by the time that they get here, Vergil or Nero won't be bothered by it, and you have my word they won't tell Dante either."
A mental image of Lady smacking around the two half-devil around, her yelling at them the entire time came to Trish's mind. The demoness had let out a sigh of frustration. "You can't guarantee that, we both know what they are like."
Lady had let out her own sigh of frustration. "Look, just don't worry about it okay? Look I'll also make sure to keep this information away from Patty." Trish had forgotten all about the little girl, if she knew, well someone else would be doing the cleaning if Trish got through with her.
"Fine, but what about the other information?" she was referring to the location of Lucia, after they had learned that the former member of the team had abandoned her children, they had charged Lady with the task of locating her.
Lady let out a sigh over the phone, "I've reached a dead end, and the trail went beyond freezing cold right after she left. I'll keep looking though, something just doesn't seem right to me."
"My thoughts exactly, Lucia wouldn't just abandon them, something had to have happened." By that time Trish had reached Dante at the car, the red devil hunter had heard what she said and nodded his head in agreement.
"Yeah, don't worry I will, see you later."
Trish sighed in remembrance and pinched the bridge of her nose, it had been awkward that day in class with the twins. The day hadn't seemed to go by quick enough.
Dante finished off his beer and stood up abruptly, "Come on, he's bound to get going soon, might as well have the courtesy not to keep him waiting."
Trish stood up and rolled her eyes, "Since when have you ever been courteous?" she scoffed.
Dante gave her a mock look of hurt, "Ouch, you hurt me babe, now let's go." Trish sighed as she left the money on the table and walked after her lover. This time they had brought along the weapons, just in case.
-With the twins-
A bell chimed at the door, "I'll get it." Amanda said gleefully, she then hopped off the love seat and raced to the door.
"Hey wait, we have to pay for it." Chris said, closing the book and scooting Alex off his leg, then got up. But his complaint fell upon deaf ears as Amanda reached the door and yanked it open, she stood there for a second, not finding the pizza guy as she had expected.
Instead was a boy of about 14, brown mousy hair with gray eyes, about 5'5 in height. "Hey Amanda." The boy said cheerfully, the boy waved his hand, the movement seeming jerky in nature. On his shoulder was a messager bag.
"Oh, hey Joey." Amanda replied slightly crestfallen.
"Oh, Joey, we weren't expecting you till later." Chris said, coming from the living room. He stopped slightly and sniffed the air, something wasn't right, some small little part of his being told him that there was something off put at the moment.
"Hello." A girl wearing a black and red uniform said, carrying an insulated bag. "I've got an order for Chris."
"Oh yes thank you." Chris said, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a wallet.
"$15.86." the girl said cheerfully, she then handed over a receipt and exchanged it for the 20 dollar bill that Chris extended out.
"Keep the change." Chris says with a smile. The girls face flushed slightly, a slight clueless look upon it.
"Uh…uh.. Thanks, sign at the bottom of the receipt please." Chris took the second receipt and the pen the girl handed, then bent over a table that was by the door and signed his signature.
"Here you are, thank you, have a nice day." Chris said, giving back the pen and paper, then smiled at the girl. She in turn handed over two brown cardboard boxes that had heat and the smell of melted cheese wafting from it.
"Yeah, sure, thanks." She replied dumbly, then turned around and stumbled off towards her car.
"Man, you sure know how to charm the ladies." Joey remarked with a little smirk. Chris looked down at the boy weirdly, a small tingle in the back of his head told him something was wrong, yet again that is.
The boy walked into the threshold and Chris closed the door, as he walked behind Joey the look on his face was that of stone. Marlo arched a brow at her brother's face, she knew that he made it when he was thinking deeply.
"Hey Joe, what's up?" The prickle of disturbance that had affected Chris wormed its way through Marlo when she set her sights upon the guest.
Said guest flashed a smile at the elder twin, which in turn sent some form of chill through her. "Oh, nothing much," he said, then walked to the kitchen, RoRa raised her head up and sniffed the air as he passed by. "Sorry if I smell funny, Dad came back from a hunting trip with a 7 point buck and I help him cleaned it."
The trio of hunters shared a look of raised eyebrows and questionable glances that could explain the off smell and feeling that radiated off the boy, but something else was just not right. Marlo just shrugged and got up from the couch, RoRa whined a little as she got from her position.
Turning to her brother she grinned, "Which ones which?"
Chris sighed and shuffled the top box to where it was sticking further out than the one bottom. "Meat lovers, no pork topping, thick crust, extra cheese and sausage."
"You're the best bro." Marlo said taking the box. "Oh and I saw what happened with the girl, we've got to find a way to tone down your charm." Chris's eyes widened slightly and looked as if he wanted to smack his forehead with the palm of his head, Marlo just snickered and trotted off to the kitchen.
Sighing Chris followed behind with RoRa on his heels, everyone else was already at the table with plates and cups full of cola. Marlo had already opened up the box she was carrying and was in a battle with Alex and Amanda for the biggest slice, the baby was already in his high chair, sucking on a bottle.
"I'll have to take my slices and leave if I want to be back before they get home." Chris said, setting down his box, the opened it to reveal a cheese pizza. Chris grabbed the biggest slice before his sister could, earning him a glare which he dismissed, then took another piece from Marlo's box and put them on a paper plate.
"There's a bottle of Dr. Pepper in the fridge." Alex said through a mouth full of pizza.
"Where are you going?" Joey asked, he had a textbook out and was working on homework. This struck Chris as odd, Joey was the type to eat any type of food that the he deemed edible, also the fact that he was asking Chris, whom he knew was a demon slayer and went out on patrols, was going.
"Patrols." Was the entire younger twin answered, pulling out a small bottle of cola from the refrigerator?
"Hey Marlo, do the trick." Alex said with glee. Alec giggled as Amanda nodded her head.
"Alright, you twisted my arm." Marlo said with a grin, she enjoyed entertaining them. Marlo scooted back her chair slightly, then leaned on it. The chair tilted backwards to where it was leaning on two legs, she then brought up both of her feet and slammed it down on the table. Two slices of pizza flew out of the box, soared through the air and landed on a paper plate that Alice then gave to RoRa.
Chris smiled as the girls all applauded his sister, Joey seemed a little in awe while Alec giggled and banged his cup on the counter top to the high chair.
"Well, see you guys later, call if anything starts to combust." Chris said, walking off and waving over his shoulder. The twins had pre-paid cell phones that they used for times when they were separated.
"See ya." Marlo said. The rest said goodbye as Chris left out the front door.
Joey seemingly went on doing his homework as the girls all ate, Marlo was busy teasing RoRa and the others all continued to laugh at the spectacle. If they had kept their eyes on him, they would have seen his arm under the table, or would have heard the quiet scrapping noise as he etched a complex circle into the underside of the wooden table with a clawed finger.
-With Chris –
The younger twin had just finished off his last slice of pizza and had thrown the paper plate into a trash can that was near the curb. The day was Friday, that meant that the garbage men would come by later that evening to collect the trash, so no harm no fowl.
Chris had his Ipod on with the earbuds in his ears, listening to Three Days Grace, he kept a step to the songs, sometimes shaking his head to the beat. But whilst he was listening the music, scanning the area for demons with all of his senses, the original five and the extra 'sixth' as they, the twins, called it, he was also contemplating the behavior of Joey.
Almost everything about the boy was the same as ever, but the little things that some people noticed, Marlo and Chris, seemed to be off, and this alerted the male twin slightly, enough for suspicion but not enough to register as an emergency.
During the lull between songs, Chris registered the sound of footsteps and the sudden presence of more individuals. As he turned the corner onto Creek street, only a street away from Joey's home, Chris came face to face with two familiar people.
"Hey kid," Dante said with bored humor. "What are you doing without your other half?"
Chris arched an eyebrow at his substitute teacher, surely he had heard of what himself and his sister did for a living. Then he took in what the teacher of wearing, instead of the usual black jeans and deep red button up shirt, he wore a red leather trench coat with western accents, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. On his hands where black leather gloves that were missing the thumb and index finger, his black leather vest on underneath the coat had three buckles on it that bisected his chest once and his abdomen twice. He wore red leather jeans that were covered up with black leather chaps, all tucked into red western style boots, a belt buckle with a lion's head on it was wrapped around his waist. But most peculiar of all was the guitar case on the sub's back.
"I and my sister had a bet; she lost so she gets to watch the other kids while I have the night out on the town." Chris replied after taking in his teacher's apparel, noticing that Trish hadn't changed outfit much, only added black leather pants instead of slacks. Though now she wore a corset that showed off more too, though it could have been the jacket and slacks that would have concealed these factors. "I did not know that the two of you lived out here."
"We don't," Trish told him, she noted that he seemed a little uneasy. "Actually we came to discuss something with you." The wind picked up slightly, a strange scent wafted through the air around the group, the faint smell caught in all of their noses.
"I take it that it has nothing to do with academics." Chris remarked, then scrunched up his face and sniffed the air harder. The scent was so familiar, coppery and like iron, an acidic taste came with the smell. Chris closed his eye and concentrated on the smell, Dante and Trish shared a look as they watched the boys eye move behind the lid. Suddenly Chris's eyelid flew open, revealing a sharp gaze that was laced with realization. "Blood."
The two reacted to this with hardened gazes, instincts kicking in as the realization that Chris's assessment of the scent was right.
"It's this way." Chris declared, then started off towards another street that was parallel with the opening to Creek Street that was around 30 yards away.
"Wait." Trish called after him, voice light with concern. Dante chuckled and started to sprint off after his son. Trish sighed and sprinted off after her lover.
"Might as well see where the parties at." Dante remarked with humor. Trish rolled her eyes and picked up the pace to keep up with Chris as he took a right at the street sign that read 'Ivy Lane.'
"Come one." She told Dante, they both started to run after Chris, turning the corner he previously took they saw him pulling out something from his coat pocket. A sharp click was heard as Chris flicked open the top of the object, the lighter Judith, and brought his thumb down upon the striker wheel.
A light enveloped the younger twin that made Trish and Dante close their eyes slightly, glinting through it. When they fully opened their eyes again they found him encased in the same weapons from the previous night.
Every step that Chris took left patches of ice upon the ground, the ice spread outward slightly but stopped after a few seconds, Dante nearly tripped on a patch as he passed over it. Kindness rode upon his back, its form swaying side to side as Chris's arms, covered in grieves, articulated back and forth.
The smell of blood in the air was getting stronger the further down the street it went, Trish was mentally preparing herself for whatever situation might present it as they drew closer to Chris.
After 10 more yards or so, Chris came to a grinding stop, an ice slid mark following behind him as he finally reached the point of stopped motion. Trish and Dante slowed their paces down to a walk, then to a slow step as they watch Chris turn left to face a two story house, his eyes were wide as he stared upon the door. Trish and Dante followed his gaze and found the pristine white door contaminated by a single red spot with red trickling marks. The mark was that of a bloody handprint, the trickling marks were from the blood running down the door.
"Hey kid, you alright?" Dante asked with concern, he took note of the name on the mailbox that was on the curb next to the end of the driveway, 'Wheeler Family' was written upon it.
Chris's demeanor took a drastic 180, it went from that of shock and concern to that of cold anger. "No, I do not think I am, nor are the wheelers." He said quietly, Trish and Dante could practically feel the biting anger that was expressed through each controlled word.
Chris's eye glinted as the scowl on his face deepened, reaching upwards and over his back, Chris removed Kindness from its spot upon his back and brandished it.
Dante smirked at this, "Well then if everyone else is doing it," he said, shrugging off his guitar case and shifting it to the ground, "I might as well join in." and in one fluid motion he unzipped the case and pulled out Rebellion, leaned it backwards to where it rested upon his shoulder.
Chris looked at Dante with a mixture of mild shock and anger, he was angry that he couldn't tell that Dante was capable of this. Then the realization that Trish was with Dante hit him, turning he saw her rolling her eyes, presumably at Dante.
Chris thought about the situation at hand, Dante and Trish had come to their school, either to study them or for some other purpose. But even still, these two had plenty of chances to attack him and his sister, but they didn't. So for now, Chris decided to ignore them and continue on with the major problem at hand. "I would ask who, or better yet, what are you two, but there is a more pressing matter at the moment." Turning swiftly on his heel, Chris then stalked towards the door, footsteps even and resonating a quiet hollow noise.
Trish pulled out Luce and Umbra, she sniffed the air and felt a jolt course through her body as the scent of blood, human at that, and the smell of demons came to her. "Well this could have gone better." She remarked, and then walked after Chris, who at this point had reached the door, Dante following behind her.
"I don't know," Dante remarked as Chris brought back his grieved foot, "I think now it'll go smoother." A loud crack, followed by a bang resounded from the inside of the house. Chris had kicked the door hard enough to split it in two, it had frozen solid in a second and went flying into the house, then broken into pieces as it hit the stair case railing. Dante whistled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out Ivory, "Damn, Cerberus never did that."
Chris looked over his shoulder with a slight questioning look, then shrugged and stepped into the house, and immediately met a swarm of flies. The pungent smell of decaying meat and blood filled his nostrils, a small wave of bile tried to worm its way up his throat but was pushed back down by sheer will and habit.
Trish and Dante surveyed the room as they stepped through the threshold, a dining room was directly to the right, the white carpet was stained brown on the floor, and the walls had slash marks as well as blood on them. The ceiling was covered with cast off spray in all directions, but in the middle of the room was where the true carnage lay. Hanging from the chandelier that lay directly over a long wooden table where two naked disemboweled corpses, one of a short man with black hair that was darker now due to the blood, the other was a woman of equal stature with brown mousy hair stained a dark reddish brown now.
They each had a power cord wrapped around their necks, tongues black and bloated lolled to the side of their open mouths. Their eyes had been pulled out of the sockets and hung loosely by the optical nerve, parts of their arms, legs and hands had been chewed on. A wide gaping mouth spread across their chest and stomach in a vertical line, spilling open and allowing their inner organs hang down and drip upon another form that underneath them on the table.
On the table was, for lack of a better word, a skinned carcass of a human. The red muscles glistened with blood, seemingly moving as the flies walked across it. The body was around 5'5 in length as it laid upon white place matting that ran vertically down the table. At each chair there white pristine plates with forks, knifes on either side of them. On each plate was a skinned finger or a chunk of flesh, all seemed to be garnished with some form of spice, and they all were staged to look like a different dish.
Anger became over Chris, his covered hand gripped Kindness's hilt tighter, and the gauntlet glowing a harsh blue as ice crept up the blade. A quiet maniacal cackle sounded in Chris's ears, but it was not a noise made by anything in the vicinity of either him or the two other hunters. No it was a cackle of a presence that was barred inside of Chris's own mind. Shaking his head, the ice crept backwards off of Kindness and receded into the gauntlet, "Have to get a grip." Chris thought.
"Someone has a fucked up sense of dinner." Dante commented as he got done taking in the scene.
"It would seem that the two hanging were forced to watch as whatever did this skinned the third person alive." Trish remarked, she had watched Chris's inner battle with himself and was curious as to what he was thinking about.
His eye flew open with seemingly realization, "He said that he helped his dad skin a deer." Chris said.
"Who did?" Trish asked.
Chris shook his head and pointed his clawed finger at the bodies hanging from the chandelier. "That is Callie and Reuben Wheeler," he then moved his hand down to where his finger was pointed at the carcass. "And that is Joey Wheeler, their son, and the demonic bastard who skinned him is walking around in his skin."
Dante glanced at Chris, "And how exactly do you know that?"
"Because I left the piece of shit at the house about 15 minutes, alone with Marlo and the others." Chris cursed under his breath and reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He started typing in speed dial number to his sister's phone when realization hit him, he then cleared the screen and handed Trish the phone. "Here, press 2 and hit the dial button."
Trish took the phone and arched an eyebrow at Chris, "And why can't you call?"
"Because if I call Marlo then it alerts the demon, we only use the phones for emergencies, and if I called on the home phone it will mostly likely here my message."
"I'll do it." Dante said, then took the phone from Trish, "Whats the message?"
"Fist, ask for Marlo, when she answers the message is 'Su cassa de Mephistopheles'." Chris replied, both Dante and Trish gave him a very questionable look. "Marlo was failing Spanish the first time we used the phones, it worked as a code and we haven't changed it since."
The other two shrugged at the comment that explained the butchered language, Dante hit the 2 and pressed dial, holding the phone up to his ear, Chris and Trish waited anxiously as dial tone went on.
A slight noise that only meant the phone was being picked up on the other end sounded, "Hello?" Alice asked.
"Yeah, is Marlo there?" Dante asked boredly.
"Marlo, it's for you." Alice announced, steps where heard and then "Here she is."
"Yeah?" Marlo's familiar voice asked.
"Su casa del Mephistopheles." Dante said, looking at Chris the entire time.
"Sorry man, but we aren't giving money to charity this year." Marlo responded without missing a beat. Chris smirked sadly and then turned to the entryway, Dante hung up the phone.
"So does this mean we're invited to the party?" Dante asked a small smirk in place.
Chris looked over his shoulder at the man in red, "If we run, then yes." Dante and Trish smirked then stepped forward.
"Well then, let's go." Dante said, and then they all burst into a run and proceeded to travel down the street at high speed.
-Back at the house.-
Marlo hung up the phone and turned on her heel to face the group that was at the table, all doing homework. Experience had allowed her to respond to the message and keep her cool, the code meant that a demon was in the house, and it could only be one person, or for better term, something.
"Time to party." Marlo thought.
Alucardismaster: well that is the end of this chapter, hope you enjoyed. But I have just one thing to say before I end it here. I would like to thank all of the people who have liked this story, and as much as I appreciate it, I have one request. Please leave some form of review, I do appreciate the feedback from any of you guys, or girls.