Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry, just my OC's
Recap: He quickly snapped back up and turned around, the light still shining behind him as he walked. 'Thank you.' The wind seemed to whisper as he left. Dante smirked and right before he hopped his fence, he placed two fingers on his forehead and did a salute. "Your welcome babe, enjoy the afterlife." He then leaped over the fence and walked to the car.
As he walked, the light of the flashlight shone back into the graveyard, flashing slightly over the grave stones that he and his daughter had visited. In the light it caught the names of the occupants of the graves. On the left it read Calvin Crast, on the right it read Bethany Crast.
It was ten at night by the time they reached the outskirts of a town that housed a population higher than 500. The last place they had stopped in allowed them to purchase food for the go.
"Your sure that's all he'll want?" Dante had asked the elder twin when she told him to just order a shake for Chris, who was still unconscious in the backseat, excluding the few occasional moans and groans.
"Yeah, it's all he'll be able to handle." She told him in response, he just shrugged and left it at that. That was two hours ago, and the shake had been consumed by RoRa when it started to melt, much to Marlo's chagrin.
It was Marlo who actually broke the silence as they passed a welcome sign. "alright, I'm officially worried now."
Trish turned to look at her, then studied Chris. He hadn't woken up in the time since his sister had shot him twice, though he was Dante's son, she wasn't quite sure if he inherited his ability to take bullets. "Dante, are there any sort of vital stars in the car?"
Dante grunted and shook hi head. "No, but don't worry, I have a feeling he'll wake up any second know."
"Is that you're parental instincts telling you that?" Marlo asked sarcastically.
"No, experience. Vergil went through the same thing when I shot him with dad's gun when we were five." Trish and Marlo just stared at him in mild disbelief. "What?"
"This could explain so very much." Trish grumbled lowly.
"Wait, who is your dad, you haven't told us about our family history?" Marlo asked, RoRa growled slightly, drawing attention away from Dante and towards Chris.
The younger twin groaned and his eye fluttered open slowly. "Ow." He whispered, then winced and put his hand on his stomach." Marlo," he said lowly. "what did I say about gut shots?"
"Um.. aim for the liver and not the spleen?" she joked, then smiled and leaned in and hugged him, which caused him to suck in a deep breathe.
"Mar." He choked out painfully. She laughed and pulled away from him, Dante and Trish smirked. Chris took in another deep breath and winced. "You're father, our grandfather. He's Sparda, the demon in the legend, isn't he?"
Dante didn't say anything for a beat and just stared at the road. "Yeah, that's dear old dad." He then turned into a parking lot of a Super 8 hotel. "Here's your 5 star hotel babe." He said to Trish with a smirk in place.
She only glared at him as she opened the door and allowed Marlo and RoRa to get out. Dante chuckled and got out as well and Chris slowly followed behind his sister and friend. Wincing in pain and breathing shallowly . he stumbled out of the car but quickly caught himself on the door and slowly got up. "What happened to him, to Sparda?" Chris asked as Dante opened the trunk and pulled out the bags.
"No idea." Dante replied as he closed the trunk. "Plenty of rumors, nothing really significant to go on." He handed Marlo their bags and started towards the door. "You okay?" he stops and asks Chris.
"Yeah, just been a long while." Dante nodded and watched as Chris lowered his head slightly and started shuffling towards the front door. Trish studied the slight limp he held as she followed behind him, Marlo stayed quiet as they all trailed into the hotel. They all were met with odd looks from the person behind the counter, a woman that smoked a unfiltered cigarette.
"Two rooms, double and single bed."
"Same floor." Trish added in.
The woman started typing on a computer and pulled out two cards and handed them to Dante as Trish handed over a credit card. Dante gave a card to Marlo and then they went off to the elevator. Soon they were up on the third floor and off to their rooms. Chris and Marlo's room where opposite of Dante's and Trish's. Dante had already went into his room saying about going straight to sleep, Trish had lingered to watch as Marlo lead Chris into their room.
"Go take a shower." She instructed her younger brother. He gave her a guilty look and only nodded his head weakly and stumbled off into the room. Marlo turned to Trish and sighed as she started to close the door.
"Marlo." Trish said, stopping the girl in her attempt. "If there is anything to help-"
"Stop right there Trish." She said interrupting her. "We both know that you're trying to give us the best intentions, but to be blunt, we don't know either of you to trust you this much."
Trish stopped for a beat, then smiled down at her. "You are you father's daughter after all." She turned and gave her a wave. "Message loud and clear, but my offer is still standing, whether you like it or not."
"Understood." Marlo said and then shut the door.
-In the twins room-
Marlo sighed and kicked off her boots and laid down next to RoRa on the bed and turned on the t.v. Chris was in the bathroom doorway and leaning against it heavily, looking down at the floor. "Mar-"
"Take a shower Chris, then we'll talk." She says as she flips through another channel. RoRa looks at both of them and whines loudly. She felt that something was off, very off. Chris looked down again and grunted as he opened up a backpack and pulled out a set of clothes and went into the bathroom after he flipped off his shoes and coat. As he closed the bathroom door Marlo let out a sigh and leaned up on the bed and put her head between her knees. A small tear slid down her cheek as she then beat her closed hand against the bed multiple times. RoRa whined some more and layed a paw on the girls foot. Marlo looked at the wolf demon with wet eyes. "I can never save him, can I? It's always going to end with him suffering, isn't it?"
RoRa got up on her paws and then rubbed her face against Marlo's. She wrapped her arms around the wolf's neck and buried her face in the white and black fur. "Damn you, damn it. Damn it." she sobbed into fur. "Why isn't it ever going to change?" she flew her self back onto the bed and looked up at the ceiling in frustration and tears. "It's all thanks to those goddamn spiders. Those mother fucking demons, those…. Those… AAARRRRGGGG!" she yelled and flew herself off the bed and onto the floor. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! Why the hell am I moping about this bullshit?" she asked RoRa rhetorically. "I mean, it's not like it's… it's not my fault, is it?"
The wolf just stared at the question twin with a opaque look. Marlo sighed and slumped down on her butt on the floor and looked up at the ceiling. "Five years, five fucking years I haven't had to think of that bastard Shcri and now this all goes to shit. He just had… just had to bring it all back up." She hung her head dejectedly and then layed out on the floor with her arms and legs akimbo. "God, Chris is definitely more fucked up than me."
-With Chris-
Just standing there and looking into the mirror of his soul, a poetic way of saying that the younger twin was simply staring blankly lost at his reflection. The water was running and the room was filling up with steam. As the mirror slowly filled, Chris's facial expression changed, it twisted and skewed and a tear well up in his eye, then he slammed his fist down onto the counter, the faux granite countertop cracked under his fist as the tear slid away from it's foothold. Slowly he pulled himself back up and stared angrily into the mirror.
"Why Shcri? Why?" asked his reflection only to receive silence. He glared at it more till something caught his eye, if the corner of the mirror where it meet the wall, a spider's web was being built. Busily weaving the silken strands. A look of pure disdain and hatred flashed across his face, and in less than a blink of an eye dozens of summon daggers impaled into the wall, destroying the spider and scarring the wall. Chris stared back at his reflection and placed a single hand on the mirror and sighed as he swiftly turned around and began to pull off his clothes. He didn't see, or chose not to, that his reflection was frozen in the fogged mirror, still stuck in the position with his hand touching the reflected surface, it showed the groves and lines of his palm, and slowly, the reflection began to change.
The mist seemed to begin to be sucked inside the mirror, clearing the image of all covering. The mist began to come towards the center of the mirror and encircle the reflection. It covered and enveloped the reflection and began to change it. A chill went up Chris's spine as he unbuttoned his pants, and he quickly turned around with a summon dagger in hand, only for the reflection to burst forth from the confines of the mirror, it's surface becoming that of water. Chris's wrist was grabbed by the duplicate and it's other hand grabbed his throat and began to lift him slightly.
"S…Sh…Shcri!" Chris gasped as the fingers encircled his throat and squeezed slightly. the mist dispersed away from the duplicate and revealed the mirror opposite of the young twin, minus the hair coloration.
Shcri smiled deviously and leaned in towards Chris as well. "Hello RAT, how's your back?" Chris's eye narrowed in anger and hatred as his duplicate cackled and plucked the dagger out of his hand. It changed from red to black.
"Ba…bastard!" Chris whispered and attempted to strike at his duplicate with his free hand. Suddenly he was being pelted with warm water and his head being slammed into wall of the shower. He breathed in and felt something that was thicker than water run down the back of his head. Shcri smiled widely as he started to push Chris further down into the bathtub by his throat.
"What's the matter RAT? Finding it hard to breathe?" he mocked as Chris started to grip the duplicates arm. "Well, I don't know about you," he then put the dagger in between his teeth and swiftly grabbed ahold of both of Chris's wrist and pinned them above his head and relinquished his grip around his throat and pulled the dagger from between his teeth and placed it upon Chris's bare torso. "But it sure as hell is for me. But then again, we DO share a body." He leaned in further and kissed his nose. "You feel the pain I feel, and I feel the pleasure I inflict upon you."
Chris's eye flew open wide and he stared at the duplicate in shock and fear. Shcri smirked and pushed the tip of the dagger down slightly to where the wet skin of Chris's torso pitted inward only a hair. "Sh-"
"SSSSSSHHHHHHH!" the duplicate cooed at his original as he leaned further down, allowing water to hit his hair and drench his clothes. "It's okay Chris, you know I would never hurt you." He smirked deviously and lightly traced the dagger downward. "I only wanted to help you.. freshen up."
"Stop it Shcri," Chris ordered with a little more authoritive tone as the dagger's tip brushed the top of the elastic of his boxers. "I'm serious, sto-"
He slammed the blade of the knife into the wall beside Chris's head, grazing his ear and allowing a red line to appear on the upper cartilage. "So sweet, so innocent." Shcri cooed softly as he leaned forward and licked the blood of the already closed wound. "Such a loving and open child, wanting to make amends for the little sin he unwillingly committed." He hissed into Chris's ear, and then bite down harshly upon his neck, causing Chris to gasp in pain, Shcri traced the bite mark with his tongue and then kissed his way up the twins neck till he reached his ear. "I'll always be gentle with you Chris."
"Oh really?" Shcri whirled around to find a black pistol pointed at his forehead, behind the gun was a blonde demoness with a cold look upon her face. "You could have surprised me with your touch of 'gentleness'. Shcri wasn't it?" He snarled in return and attempted to leap forward, but Trish only pushed the barrel further into his flesh and glared. "Now, now, I know that you're not as dim witted as the others that have been put down by my hand this way, and truthfully, your original has already been through so much damage as it is."
"You don't know a damn thing!" he hissed at her as he jerked Chris to him by his pinned wrist. the younger twin used this to bring up his leg and drove his knee into the back of his duplicate. Shcri snarled as he pitched forward and Trish grabbed for Chris with her free hand. "BITCH!" Shcri yelled at Trish as he attempted to stab her.
"Trickster!" Dante said, and in an instant he was behind Shcri and holding both of his arms to him. Marlo burst into the room with a bewildered look on her face, which turned into shock as she saw the small room cramped full of familiar faces, including one that struggled against the grasp of her father. She saw Chris pushing himself off the floor in only a soaked pair of boxers and his black pants hanging from one leg.
"SHCRI!" She yelled as she attempted to leap across the room, pure rage and fury echoing in the compacted room. Trish caught her and pushed her back and pulled Chris up and along in one swift moment. Dante followed behind as he disarmed Shcri as well, soon the two hunters threw all three teens onto the two beds, Chris and Marlo onto the one on the right and Shcri on the left. RoRa had relocated to the right bed and was attempted to comfort Chris as he only stared down at the floor, a look of guilt and shame on his face.
"Alright then kiddies." Dante said annoyed. "Anyone mind informing us on what the hell exactly is happening?"
"Nothing that concerned you DDDAAAADDD." Shcri sneered as he turned and attempted to get off the bed.
"Shut the hell up you sick FUCK!" Marlo yelled at him as she attempted to get up as well. Trish stepped forward and backhanded the both of them quicker than they could see and they both flew back onto the bed. RoRa came forward and growled at the demoness menacingly but only to be ignored by her.
"Both of you two, be quiet." She ordered them as they rubbed sore jaws, Chris slowly lifted a hand up to his face and placed a hand on his jaw as well. Trish turned to Shcri and coldly glared at him. "You said something, about his," she pointed at Chris who only averted his gaze. " 'Sin', what did you mean?"
Marlo's eyes widened as she turned to Chris with a look of anger and disgust on her face. "You BASTARD! Your still using that line as an excuse?"
"We now our father now sister dearest," he mocked at her. "So that insult doesn't work anymore ya bitch!"
"YOUR NOT MY BROTHER YOU DISGUSTING MONSTER!" She yelled as she tried to renew her attempts at attacking him. Trish was there and put her hand upon her shoulder and sent a small sliver of lightning down her arm. RoRa growled and launched herself at the demoness and buried her teeth upon the leather wrist bands that wrapped around Trish's wrist. She simply grunted and let go of Marlo and RoRa slowly let loose of her grip upon her wrist and licked the blood off of her teeth.
"Alright, I'll ask, what the hell is he talking about?" Dante asked as he stepped forward in a future attempt to prevent another lunge.
"Vanishing twins." Shcri says acidly. "Or should I say triplet?"
"What?" Both senior hunters asks confused.
Shcri turned to Marlo and Chris both and glared accusingly at them. "It's when the developing fetus's consume the other one."
"You mean?" Trish asks as Dante stares at them balking. Shcri turned and smiled up at Dante.
"Hi Daddy." He says mockingly. "How's it feel to know that you truly have three kids instead of two? That your son and daughter ate your unborn third child?"
"SHUT UP!" Marlo yelled as Chris could only draw up his legs and turn away from them. Dante looked from each group on the beds, and then at Trish, face emotionless but eyes telling everything.
"If what your saying is true, then how are you here?" Trish asks Shcri calmly.
Shcri tsked and looked at Marlo with disgust. "How would I know? I spent five years living besides them and not being seen. Always there but not being seen by anyone except him." He says the last with a fond look at Chris, who only attempted to scoot farther away. "So sweet whenever he needed to talk, whenever SHE wouldn't attempt to understand him, when she just ignored me and played with that mutt." Marlo and RoRa growled at him but he only ignored them both. "And when mom left them to defend themselves, guess who finally started seeing me? Chris was always there and when he heard about vanishing twins on a t.v special, he came to me crying about it. Said he wanted to make up for what he done, what they had both done to their brother." He glared at Marlo again and snarled. "But who was it that didn't want to help huh? Who left their brother to face all the guilt and carry the burden? To abandon-"
"SO THAT GIVES YOU AN EXCUSE TO RAPE HIM FOR THE PAST TEN YEARS?!" Marlo bellows at him in rage.
"I HAVE-"
"ENOUGH!" Chris shouted abruptly, a overhead light of the fan burst into shards as power coursed through the room. His voice startled everyone, it wavered and coursed with power, demonic power. He got up and turned to them, a lost and blank look upon his face. "If either of you want to have a damn pissing match over who's right and who's wrong, then go right the fuck ahead. Just leave me out of it, don't use me as an excuse." He swiftly turned around and then slammed the door behind him as he entered into the bathroom and locked it.
Without missing a beat Shcri turned to Marlo and launched himself at her. "See what you've done bitch?" he yelled at her as they both attempted to strangle each other while rolling around on the bed. RoRa yipped and jumped off as they turned over onto her tail.
Dante sighed and stopped Trish from moving forward. He stepped towards them and in an instant he had both pinned onto the bed by the back of their necks. "Are either of you two done yet?"
"Fuck off!" They yelled together at once.
"All right then, Trish, get the door." She shrugged and did what he asked and opened the door. Dante hoisted both up to their feet and started pushing each of them out the door. "You two wanna beat the shit out of each other? Then go right ahead, but do it out back behind this damn hotel where I don't have to pay." He pushed them both out and looked to Trish. "Make sure they don't kill each other." She turned to Marlo and stuck out her hand. "Don't bother." He said as he pulled out Chris and Marlo's lighters from his pocket.
"HEY!" the elder twin yelled.
"Trickster, kid." Dante replied. "Now then, settle this shit outside while I do what any bad father does and try to talk this out with Chris." He then slammed the door before either could respond.
It took Chris around forty minutes to finally come out of the shower, dressed in a loose shirt and boxers, he stopped midway out of the door when he spied Dante laying down upon the bed and watching t.v.
"Took ya long enough." Dante said as he flicked the t.v off. "Thought you might have died in there."
"Would of it had been easy enough." Chris deadpanned without missing a beat as he moved to the bed opposite of the one Dante was on. "Where's everyone else?"
"You should know," Dante grunted as he sat up on the bed. "After all, you're the one connected to them."
Chris snorted and shook his head as he sat down on the bed. "Is that all you have to say? That I'm 'connected'?"
Dante stared at him and Chris averted his gaze to look at the alarm clock. "What exactly where you expecting me to say?" he threw his legs over the bed and faced the younger twin.
Chris laughed darkly and shook his head even harder. "I don't know," his voice changing to something more biting and mocking. "maybe that your disgusted by your son. That I'm nothing but a freak. That maybe… maybe you think you should have never slept with my mother. That I'm a monster, that Shcri's a monster." He snorted at hat and looked at Dante for a second, then couldn't keep eye contact and averted his gaze. "Well, he is kinda of a monster, just… just…. FUCK!" he yelled and got up on his feet. He started breathing in raggedly and clenching and unclenching his fist. "You know, this… this would have been perfect if you'd been some bastard who at least didn't give a damn unless you wanted something. Just some asshole who probably has like twelve other kids by some fucking whore or innocent little girl next door bitch we didn't know about." He started pacing in front of the beds, his voice coming bitched and wavering. Dante only watched and remained silent as he continued his rant.
"You… you don't even know how often we thought about you, about who you might be or what you did. Marlo.. she was so set on you being some halfway abusive yet decent son of a bitch that mom dated for like six weeks and then dumped, she had that idea for the longest time. Up until mom disappeared, we thought about you every other week, just creating ideas, scenario's, something. And here you are, just being better than anything we could have imagined. Just fine FUCKING DANDY! Already found someone that replaced mom, nothing against Trish, nnnnoooo, just a little hard for someone to accept something like this lovely little idea." His breath hitched and he stopped for a second, and then he flipped the bed over onto the side, headboard, boxspring and frame all. "This… I… you… this whole thing… it's… it's," he finally stared at Dante with angry eyes as he slid down to his knees and tears started to slid down his cheek. "this entire thing.. it's just so much bullshit." He sniffed and wiped his nose and just glared at it. "All of this.. it's just SHIT!"
Dante sighed as Chris continued his melt down and slid down to the floor next to his son. He waited a few moments to watch as Chris continued to cry before he finally said. "You know, you remind me a lot of your mother, well, more of your uncle, but right now, definitely your mother." Chris stopped for a second and sniffed. "You know that she said something like that to me once, well, not really like what you said, but you get the point right?" Chris breathed in raggedly and nodded as he straightened up. "She was a demon, you know that right?"
After a few moments Chris nodded his head and sniffed again. "She told us before she left."
"Did she tell you how she came to be?" Chris shook his head no. "She was created by this real big asshole, called her Chi, made others like her as well." Dante paused for a second to think. "If you think about it, you have aunts." Chris laughed slightly at that one and shook his head. Dante reached out and put his arm around his shoulders and Chris gradually leaned in close to him till he rested his head on his fathers chest. "What do I have to say to this whole mess? Easy, it's a big mess. Not really surprising given our family's track record." Dante sighed and looked down at Chris as he slowly closed his eye. "Don't sweat stuff like this kid, this is all the just the beginning to the shit storm we call life." Chris snorted and smacked Dante's arm.
After a little bit of just sitting in that position and staring at the ceiling, Dante finally sighed and slowly pushed Chris off. "Come on kid, gotta fix the bed." Chris nodded absently and went to the opposite side of the bed and pushed against the pile of overturned furniture. Dante pulled them down and straightened them up and soon it was all together minus the bed spread. "Look, I know that I don't exactly earn the best parent award or that just by being your parent by blood that I automatically get to know everything that goes on in your lives. Trust me, been on that ride since I was seven, or was it six? Eh, screw it. Just.. just at least be careful alright."
Chris looked up at him and met his eyes, then he smirked and nodded. Someone knocked on the door.
"It's almost one in the morning, can we please get some sleep?" Trish asks from behind the door. Dante sighed and gave Chris a slow head shake before he went and opened the door. "Thank you." She said as she walked in, she looked at Chris and stopped for a second. "Is everything going to be okay then?"
He shrugged. "Maybe, depends if those two are still at each others throats."
"I told ya, Rally's fires are better than Arby's!" Marlo yelled as she entered the room, followed by Shcri.
"Shut it ya dumb bitch!" he yelled back, then stopped when he saw Chris. He smiled fondly and attempted to move forward, but RoRa and Dante blocked his path.
"I think we need a talk before bed." Dante said as he turned Shcri around and pushed him to the door.
"What the hell?" Shcri whined.
"Suck it loser!" Marlo whooped as he was lead through the door, he flipped him off over Dante's shoulder and the door closed behind them. Marlo turned to Chris and rolled her eyes. "Well, looks like we're stuck with him for a while."
"What do you mean?" Chris asked confused.
"He apparently absorbed the power that Emma had from the demonic energy." Trish informed as she bent down and threw a pillow onto the bed. "He now can keep and maintain his own duplicate body for quite some time now."
Chris paled slightly at that. "Oh." Was all he said.
"After five years break from that maniac and that's all you have to say?" Marlo asked.
"It's not his fault he snapped!" Chris threw back.
"Well it's certainly not anyone's fault when you try defend them!" Marlo yelled.
"Enough, the both of you." Trish interrupted finally. "Look, I don't know what went on five years ago, and quite frankly at the moment I don't care." She turned to Marlo and narrow her eyes. "You both know how to deal with each other like adults, act like it." She then turned to Chris and sighed. "He's going to be kept on a very short leash rest assured on that. But I understand anything of discomfort you'd feel around him."
"Believe it or not, he wasn't always this degree of screw up." Chris said finally as he sat down on the bed and pulled up the blanket and sheets. "He used to be nicer, and not so much…"
"I told you he needed to see an abuse counselor." Marlo joked badly as she sat down on the same bed next to her brother. "Don't worry, he won't do that to you again."
Chris looked down and sighed, then got under the bed and laid his head down on the pillow. "Can we just get to sleep?"
Trish nodded and headed for the door. "Good night, the both of you." She said as she left the room.
"Your sleeping with Shcri." Chris said to Marlo.
"WHAT?! WHY?!" she yelled as she jumped out of the bed. RoRa jumped on and Chris raised up the blanket to allow her underneath.
"Because you kick like a pissed off 20 year old mule when you sleep, so let him get used to it." he said simply.
Then Shcri walked in with Dante, though he only stuck his head far enough in to look at everyone. "Night, don't attempt to kill each other." Shcri at that. "Or bodily harm that includes physical contact of-"
"WE GET IT!" they yelled at him. He only smirked and then hit the light switch and closed the door.
"So-" Shcri started.
Chris and RoRa stuck out a leg and pointed at the opposite bed and Marlo, comic sense it was a wolf doing a human gesture. "Don't even think about it."
"Che, you were nicer ea-"
"Finish that sentence and I'll wrap you in chains and drown you in the bathtub." Marlo warned.
"Like you could." Shcri taunted back. they exchanged a few more arguments as they both got ready for bed, and then finally it was lights out.
"Night Mar." Chris said. "Night RoRa, Night Shcri." RoRa whined a little and curled up against him.
"Night Chris, Night RoRa, pleasant leg pain bastard." Marlo said in response.
"Huh? OW!" Shcri said. "Goodnight Chris, RoRa, flat chested bitch. OW! I was joking!"
Then they all went to sleep, one big not so happy family.
Alucardismaster: Sorry I haven't written for this one in a long while, just really haven't had the inspiration. But I typed this one up in two days, and most of it has been inspired with the last few weeks leading up to my grandfathers death and how my family has dealt with it up till this point. On some degrees, I wish my family was like this, and on others, I'm glad I have them the way they are. That being said, thank you all for reading this and my other works, sorry I have neglected all of you. I sincerely hope this makes up for it all. Thank you.
Sincerely,
Alucardismaster.