Song : Don't Stop by InnerPartySystem

Welcome To DMC

The burn in my hand couldn't stop hurting, when I close my eyes to go to sleep I keep hearing sizzling. I turn on my lamp and all I see is my hand covered in bandages and if if I unwrap it it will just be red. So why is it hurting like hell for? I turn off my lamp and then this hand clamps my mouth! What the fuck!? Who does this bitch think he is? If your going to rob someone you don't go after the victim, unless this is an abduction and mom did something without consulting us about it. Thanks mom...

I tried to kick, punch, scratch, and even bite the motherfucker. And I still got no results. The TV turned on by it's own and Devil May Cry 3 for some reason was on my screen. The douche had the nerve to throw me in it!

"What the fuck!" I yelled as I fell on the floor, I got up after that. Then I hear that noise with the weapons the demons are holding. "Fuck, no way..." Yes way. There they were, ready to kill me. "Oh shit, I'm in the game." I look around and I see I'm somewhere inside Temen-ni-guru. "You could have least given me a weapon or something you dick-AH!" I was instantly slashed at my side, "Shit!" I clutched my side and I could feel the blood oozing out of my wound. I dodged getting my head getting axed, but one of them caught me from behind and slashed my back. I fell on the ground hard, I tried to crawl away while still clutching my side, "Someone...help me...please..."

"Is that all you got kid?" I know that cocky voice anywhere, the white hair, red coat, except he's not wearing the gay bra thing, he's designed in the Devil May Cry 4 image. Great, what's next? Nero? He takes out his two pistols ebony and ivory then begins shooting. He does some kind of gay moves while doing it, to be honest I really believed Dante came out of the closet in DMC 4. In a matter of 2 or 3 minutes they were all dead, and I was lying in a pool of my own blood. I slowly pushed myself up a bit from the ground, but Dante stepped on my back making me face plant the ground. Bastard.

"What the hell is that for!?" He started to chuckle darkly, weird.

"Say kid, if I'm a piece of shit what does thought make you?" Knowing his foot was finally off my back I got up and ignored the pain and stared at him in confusion.

"How did you know? I mean I destroyed all four of those disks, how could you even manage to bring me here?" He gave a glare and then grinned.

"Just because were inside a video game don't mean we don't here what you say or do. Plus there's many DMC gammers around the world. Also one of us snuck out of here and got you inside

here."

"Who?"

"That's for you to find out. Don't worry we'll meet again and," His voice turned serious,"it won't be so nice." He the back of my shirt and pants and I know were this is going.

"Don't even think about it you son of a bi-ahhhh!" I flying close to a square shape and it was my TV screen. Fair warning if anyone reads this, don't do anything that you wouldn't do in public while playing video games, turns out your not alone. I met my poster of a women wearing a bikini on my wall, and slid slowly off and fell on my bed. I blinked three times to adjust my vision, barely noticing my bleeding and broken nose. I snapped it back in place and wiped the blood off my face, I got my nose broken a bunch of times in fights so you kind of get used to it. I turn to see my screen and see Dante waving at me like an idiot.

"Adios kid!" "Fuck you asshole!" I grabbed the nearest object and threw it at the TV, turns out it was a baseball and I used a lot of force on it. Well looks like mom has to but me a new TV. Things can't get worst, oh wait they do.

School

Today's the day. The day I ask out Helen Scotts, the most hottest chick in school. Well that's my opinion. Her hair is a chestnut color, waved at the bottom with green dye, hazel catlike eyes, and flawless skin. Today she wore a black tank top with Hollywood written on it, black skinny jeans with a white belt decorated with black hearts bleeding with knives, swords, and arrows. She wore black fishnet fingerless gloves and with leather boots. I approached her at her locker and grabbed her shoulder and spun her around to face me. The smile she was wearing earlier instantly was replaced with a look of boredom. I look at her locker and see a posters of DMC Yaoi of Vergil and Dante some with even Nero, but most were full of Vergil himself,

"Um, uh big fan of Devil May Cry huh?" She slaps my hand of her shoulder and glared at me.

"You know how much I hate it when people grab me like that Carter." I couldn't help laughing, "Stop laughing, and yes but I'm mostly a Vergil Sparda fan." This is why I hate Vergil. "If only men were more like him."

"Actually there are. You see them in those murder shows, like Law and Order, CSI, Snapped, and many more." She flipped me the bird and looked at my shirt.

"At least he doesn't wear neon green shirt saying 'Eat My Shit Bitch', I mean really Carter what's the point of wearing something that will lead you to detention?"

"Whatever happened to freedom of expression? Besides I didn't come here to talk to you about Vergil the Virgin or about fashion I came to ask you a questioned." Finally she puts here attention to me, "Will you go with me to that new Pizza place that just opened."

"No." We turned to see the the Queen of all Bitches, Rachel Phillips. I don't have to idea why Helen would be friends with someone like Rachel, they're both pure opposite. Rachel has very light blonde hair in a bun, pale blue eyes, a baby pink polo shirt, with a dark blue skirt, and white tennis shoes. Helen is determined, and independent. Rachel is a slut with no self respect, I know that because she's dating my 23 year old brother and she's only sixteen, and never stops talking.

"Helen is not going to date some loser like you. So go off and bother someone else." I smirked and replied.

"I'm the loser? You're the one dating a 23 year old who still lives with his mom. That just tells me you're despret to have someone in your pants." Her face turns red with embarresment and tears were threatening to come out.

"You're a total asshole Carter! Nobody even likes you! Why bother coming here if you know everyone is going to hate you. Go to hell!"

"Was that supposed to hurt? I mean really, do you have to make everything seem like a dram, and nobody was even talking to you. You just got into out conversation." Oh and one more thing, this is another thing I hate about Rachel she makes a big deal about something. I was about to say something else but the bell rang. I ditched the two and walked into my first class. We were all seated and waited for Mr. Gilbert.

"Today class, will be having a new student joining us today. May you please present yourself to the class." The newbie walked in, and I couldn't believe it! He was right in front of me. The white spiked hair, same face structure, and ice blue eyes. Especially the blue sleeveless hoodie was a good giveaway. Vergil Sparda was in my class. Only he was now about my age, and I couldn't help but envy him. No wonder why Helen like him, he a really good looking guy. No homo! No homo!