A/N: Thanks to all who are still reading Perspective, who follow and favourite it. Special thanks to AndDownWeGO who favourited Perspective during the last week. And many thanks to justaguest for keep reviewing. I'm so glad to have all of you.
In fact, the reactions to Perspective motivated me to take the events and rewrite them from Vergil's perspective with a lot of his past (like I think it was, ignoring Downfall and Vergil Chronicles (the latter is not sold in Europe yet)) embedded in flashbacks (I'm not really a friend of flashbacks, too, but I think there is no other way to do it.). I thought about writing something from Vergil's pov anyway and since I think most of his part got lost during Perspective I thought, rewriting it could be a good idea. Statius was supposed to be a more detailed character as well but some ideas just wouldn't fit into Perspective so I left them out. Maybe you want to tell me your opinion if that's a good idea or a rather cheap way to 're-sell' an old story (especially since you will know how it ends as soon as Perspective's last chapter is uploaded). Just send me a PM or something.
Status: not beta-ed again (It seems to be a sure bet that I won't get a Beta until the story is over. Sorry for that.); part 5 of 6 (This is part two of the Memories of places chapter.)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of DmC.
Note: Since Vergil's downfall is released I should tell you that I wrote most of this story much earlier, so Vergil's recent events are ignored in Perspective.
5. Memories of places - II
The property looked worse than before. The entrance arch that wrote "Paradise" had come down and the facade including the door was broken, blocking the way. The lawn was speckled with small craters and fissures.
"What happened here?" Kat was as stunned as Dante.
"I wouldn't be surprised if we found demons inside. You two stay here until I made sure there's no danger." Without hesitation the hunter left the group to find another way into the building.
"Wait, we can help!", the medium shouted, already trying to catch up with him.
"No, I don't want to see you imprisoned in a screen again. You're not helping when you get yourself in danger. Stay outside, keep a bit distance from the walls. They look unsteady. I come and get you when the coast is clear." He made eye contact with her. She must feel useless since there were no more portals needed but he had no time to feel sorry. He just couldn't keep an eye on her while fighting. "You stay here", he repeated slowly and clearly.
She nodded reluctantly and went back to Phineas.
Dante found another entrance at the gable. It was a strange feeling to be here again. He only hoped he would do without any more flash backs. As much as he longed to know more about his past as much did it distract him. This time he was not here to remember. Quickly he made his way through different rooms. No demons just like in Virility. He had a feeling that it had been Vergil who cleared the facility and this house. Whatever he was doing he had probably no use for demonic distraction. By accident Dante came across the room with the painting of Sparda. Someone had taken it from the wall it was now leaning against. By this time Dante was almost sure Vergil had been here but his hopes got deceived when he found the room with the painting of Eva. The painting was burned. It hurt to look at the almost empty frame which had only black parts of the canvas left. Ashes laid in front of it on the cold ground. They were cold, too. The offender had probably left already. If not he would suffer a very unpleasant death, Dante promised. He went on and came across a room with giant mirrors at the walls. The hunter felt uneasy here. Nothing happened though and he found many other rooms with smaller mirrors. There was nothing to it. Finally he found a room that had been used recently. There was a table, a chair, the laptop, the jar and some papers and books. But all of it were more or less burned as well. If Vergil had seen what happened here, this place ought to contain quite some intense feelings, Dante guessed. He took some time to take a closer look at the room. All of the books were burned too much to recognize their contents but between the burned pages of one Dante found the family photograph he had left behind last time he had been here. It was unharmed so someone hid it in this book after the room got burned down. This time Dante folded it and put it into the pocket of his coat. He examined the jar. The content resembled Virility. The jar was filled to the brim. Whatever Vergil had planned on doing with it he hadn't used it. He had left it behind so maybe his mind had changed. At least he was alive. The jar was the evidence that he came here after he had been in the Virility factory. But then someone burned down his working place. Another opportunity to get killed.
"You're pursued by bad luck, bro", the hunter whispered. It was time to get back. There were no demons so the coast was clear. At least he had thought so for a second. All of the sudden it became dark in the room although it could only be around lunch time. Dante wished he had thought of a flash light this time. Luckily the darkness wasn't as thick as in the Raptor News tower. He could still see enough to make his way through the house. And that he did as nothing else happened. Change perspective, he told himself. He was not afraid but he felt uncomfortable and therefore thought he could as well try to follow Assiel's advice. No one would ever know so why not giving it a try? But he couldn't find the upside of darkness. Something appeared next to him and he immediately drew Ivory and aimed. It was a mirror and something was looking right at him with red gleaming eyes.
"Not that again. It's getting old", he growled. At least he had not seen anyone inside the building so he probably wouldn't stab a human by accident this time. "Get lost", he told the thing inside the mirror. A moment later the mirror was empty. Actually he had seen demons inside mirrors quite often in his life. Maybe that was why didn't use to have some. But because it happened so often he had gotten used to it. He would warn Kat but that was all. The demon didn't require any effort as long as it stayed behind the glass. And there he was again, in the room with the giant mirrors. A lot of demons bustled behind the glass now. Dante ignored them, too. He just needed to tell Kat about it before she'd get frightened. And he needed to keep Phineas from changing the perspective. Everything was fine the way it was now - unless you wanted to look at your reflection. Next room was the one with the empty frame. It wasn't empty anymore. Another demon was loitering in it. Though it was dark Dante thought he saw the demon who had defeated Vergil at Virility. At the bottom of the frame was still the sign with Eva's name.
"You're the ugliest woman I've ever seen", Dante told the demon. It protruded its helmeted head until its face was only inches away from Dante's.
"You're a son of Sparda."
"You don't say."
"I see your future of blood and pain", the demon informed. Dante lifted an eyebrow.
"Causing or receiving?", the hunter asked.
The demon hesitated, its face hovering in the air still bound to the frame. "Causing", it finally said and surprised Dante.
"You should get lost then, don't you think?"
The demons head levitated a bit higher. "No one will leave this haunted house", it announced.
"So you saw me inflicting pain to and drawing blood of you?"
The demon hesitated again. "I may not let anyone leave", it said then.
"Fine with me", Dante said and draw Rebellion. "Your choice."
The demons head now ascended to the ceiling. Then a hand appeared at the frame. Another one followed. "Take your time", the hunter stated, leaning onto Rebellion. He guessed he could let the demon come out of the frame. It was big but it didn't seem very clever. To his surprise the demon shrunk as soon as it was outside. Now it was barely taller than Dante was. It resembled the demon at Virility but it was not the same. This one was leaner, lesser good protected by its armor. And it had no axe but a sword.
"Can you even bleed?", Dante asked. Something was strange about this demon. It didn't attack him right away. All it did was blocking the way by its existence.
"I see rivers of blood and a blood red moon." Well, that had not been asked but at least it was an interesting image.
"What exactly are you doing here?"
"I prevent visitors from leaving."
"And that you do because?"
"It's the reason for my stay."
"Can't you go and keep people from leaving somewhere else? A prison maybe?"
"I shall not let anyone go!", the demon suddenly shouted.
"I'm not deaf - yet." Apparently the nice way wouldn't lead to any success. But at least he had tried. Not all demons needed to die. Take Phineas for example. But if this one didn't want to let him go he had no choice. "I'll attack", he informed. It was just fair since the demon didn't seem to care. Then he rushed forward, Rebellions tip first. The sword pierced the demon but that was all that happened.
"I shall not let anyone go", the demon repeated.
"Yeah, I got it." Dante drew his sword out of the shadow like body. Apparently he had not made any damage. "You can't bleed, can you? Your future telling is crap." But if the sword went right through the body than maybe he could, too. He did a step backwards and then rushed forward again. It felt like hitting a wall full force. And it made a metallic sound. Dante stumbled back, irritated and a bit angry.
"I -", the demon started.
"Cut it out", Dante growled. He shook his hurting head to clear his vision. That was when he noticed the blue eyes of the demon. He reinforced his angelic side and Osiris appeared on his back. "Last chance", he told the demon. He got some attention this time. The eye color of the demon changed to red. Dante concentrated on his demonic part and Osiris turned to Arbiter. Then he attacked. This time he could make a dent. The demon cried out. It changed its stance into a fighting position.
"Now things get interesting", the hunter commented and attacked anew. The axe hit the sword of the demon but Dante could push his opponent back. A sudden noise caught the hunters attention for a moment. He turned around to see a golden framed mirror with black, claw like feet standing at the door he had come from.
"You're kidding me." Then he remembered the other demon and turned to look at it. It hadn't moved. But that one wasn't his only opponent anymore Dante soon noticed as something hit his lower back forcefully. He stumbled forward, fighting back the pain. The armored demon moved to stand in front of the strange mirror which had delivered the kick. There was that face behind the glass again. Red gleaming eyes watched interested while the other demons eye color had turned blue. They were an odd couple. Dante drew Ivory and shot at the mirror. The glass broke but the demon still stood there. The armored one stepped in front of the other so the smaller demon was hidden from sight. Then perspective changed and caused Dante to turn and look for Phineas but the old demon wasn't around. When he looked back the couple had become one single demon with one red and one blue eye. It had grown a bit, too. Suddenly it rushed forward with incredible speed. Dante could block the attack with Rebellion, changed to Arbiter and counter attacked. He heard the armor crack, then switched to Osiris, dodged the sword of the demon and attacked the other side. The angelic weapon didn't make much damage but at least it was light-weighted enough for Dante to evade another attack. But as soon as some distance got between the two of them, the demon started to rush around the room. It tackled Dante with its weight. The hunter evaded a few attacks but finally got hit at his right shoulder. He heard his bones break under the force of the attack while pain flooded his system. A moment later he found himself lying on the ground.
"Son of Sparda", the demon addressed him while said son fought to get back to his feet.
"Right here", the hunter answered.
"Your brother sends his regards."
"Fuck you, too", Dante answered. He had let feelings mingle with battle before he wouldn't let it happen now. After all he needed to get out of here anyway. Since the two demons had combined they had become faster and cleverer it seemed. He could either try to find a way to defeat them though or he must think of a way to separate them. It had something to do with the mirror, he could swear. He staggered backwards to the room with the giant mirrors but the demon was aware of his doing. It attacked again but Dante evaded by rolling backwards. This way he reached the other room. His appearance seemed to unsettle the other demons behind the glass. They threw shadow- like fists against their confines and moved frantically. Still they didn't seem to be a direct danger, so Dante concentrated on the armored one which was already rushing towards him again. The moment the demon entered the room it screamed in anger. Slowly the smaller demon got torn out of their combination. It seemed like the other demons were somehow drawing it away from the other. A moment later it was caught behind glass again and Dante made a mental note to not shoot the mirrors again even if they would follow him on some eerie kind of feet. Apparently the smaller one lost its voice, too, when it left the body of the other demon. It gestured to the other to destroy the mirror but the armored demon was stupid again. It had red eyes and just stood in front of the door.
"Let me guess, you shall not let anyone go", Dante tried. He moved his shoulder in small circles to get back the feeling. His bones had healed meanwhile.
"I shall not let anyone go", the demon repeated. The hunter nodded. Yup, this demon had lost its intelligence. Arbiter reappeared on Dante's back.
"I'm kind of sorry", he said before he send the axe down onto the shoulder of the demon. The armor burst and the demon screamed in agony. It punched at Dante and caused the hunter to back away. Human like blood flowed out of its wound and splattered the mirrors. The demon did not attack but the smaller one in the mirror was moving frantically, while the others retreated into the black background. "You got your blood and your pain. Will you let me go now?", Dante asked.
"I - shall - not", the demon stammered. It broke off to save its energy and changed his eye color to blue. Although he didn't really wanted to do it Dante attacked with Osiris. This time the sickle decapitated the demon which disintegrated to ashes. The other one threw its fists against the mirror but it didn't even make a sound.
"Ignore the demon in the mirror." That was the first Dante said when he reunited with his friends.
"I already don't like those mirrors", Kat said.
"Doesn't matter. These mirrors are under my protection now. If the demon gets out we do have a problem." He wanted to make his point clear. Nobody knew with what other being the demon could merge. Maybe it could combine with Phineas because he was a demon, too. The easiest way to deal with it was to ignore it. "And don't be surprised if you see a mirror wandering around. It just does such things."
"Did you get your head hurt?"
"Trust me." He led the way through the darkness which had not disappeared. During the fight he had so gotten used to it that the sun outside had caused him a headache.
"Why is it so dark?", Kat asked. Dante felt her hand on his upper arm. He let her cling to him. Actually he really liked such situations.
"It's the demon I guess. Just ignore it." When they passed the room with the mirrors Kat stopped. Dante was surprised, too. 'Vergil sends his regards' - The sentence had been written onto the mirrors a hundred times in a blood red color. "Ignore it", the hunter repeated. He led the way through the room. In the corner of his eye he saw the demon peeking from the bottom of a mirror. He made a rude gesture towards it while walking at a forced pace. They had to pass other mirrors though. In one room Kat shrieked because she had noticed that a mirror followed them. "I told you it can walk", Dante whispered. He felt uneasy, too, but he knew the demon could do them no harm in this state. At least Pheneas didn't seem to care. Finally they reached the burned room. The old demon made the memory appear.
The armored demon stood in front of the desk, its axe burning. Vergil stood at the door and watched, while the demon set the table on fire. He did nothing to prevent this.
"At last you understood, son of Sparda", the demon said. It turned to look at the Nephilim. "Now that you accept your demon we can leave this place. It was too tiny for your training all along."
"They won't let us do as we please", Vergil said. He sounded normal, no signs of fear or any other feeling.
"Your brother would be a great help. Don't you want him at your side?", the demon asked, holstering the axe at its back. The table already burned by fiery, hungry flames. The laptop made some electrical, suffering noises and emitted sparks.
"He won't agree." Vergil seemed confident. He had a lot of trust to his brothers compassion to mankind. "He would not put them in danger."
"Not even for his dear daddy? Then he'll be sacrificed for the greater good."
"Watch your tongue, Statius." Suddenly there was emotion in the Nephilim's voice. He seemed to be angry.
"I appreciated Sparda more than you did when I met you." The demon turned and approached Vergil who didn't move. He just stood there, both hands resting on top of Yamato's hilt like the sword would be some kind of cane. The demon had to stop in front of him. "Aren't you ready to leave this sacred place?"
"We desecrated it enough. I am ready. But I need one of the books you just burned to leave a farewell gift."
The demon turned to the table. "Your books are worthless. I'll show you how to summon demons. No one will ever leave this place to speak about its secrets." It went over and picked up a book though. "This had been a good one nevertheless." The knight went over and pushed the book against Vergil's chest. "Hurry with whatever you want to do. I'll prepare the summoning. You'll be excited."
Vergil took the book and stepped aside to let the demon leave. He waited a moment before he went over to the desk. A few whispered words were all it took to make the flames die. He put the book down and draw a photograph out of his coat. He placed it between the pages, closed the book and left it where it was. Like on second thought he laid a gloved hand onto the broken, still smoking laptop for a moment before he turned around to join Statius.
The red glimmer faded. Silence stayed. What did they just see? Vergil collaborating with a demon? Dante was the first to turn away from the room. The mirror stood right in front of him now. The black face of the shadow demon seemed to be mocking. The hunter felt the urge to beat it but he didn't dare with Kat at his side. The medium had frozen and not moved yet.
"Statius", Phineas mumbled.
"You know him?", Dante asked.
"Yes, yes, I do. It happened long ago-" This sounded like a long story and this was definitely not the place nor the best time for a lesson in demonic history so the Nephilim interrupted:
"Not now. Kat, let's leave", Dante carefully addressed her. He took her hand and gave it a soft squeeze. Finally she nodded. They went back in silence. They had almost crossed the room with the mirrors when Dante saw something move in the corner of his eye. He told Kat and Phineas to go ahead. Then he turned to the demon who had changed the mirror to another one at the wall. It was writing something.
"I see you, son of Sparda, standing on a pile of writhing, suffering human bodies", Dante read. He thought about it for a moment before he quietly answered "You better get yourself some glasses." Then he left Paradise with no intention to ever come back. Vergil was right, the place had been desecrated. It held nothing of its former mysterious charm nor did it keep any more past secrets he longed to see.
"Where should we go, now?", Dante asked. He knew they were heading back to the flat but since Vergil would probably not wait there he saw no reason to do so. The last he wanted now was time to think. What he had seen at Paradise already caused a lot of questions. What if Vergil was now on the demons' side? What if he attacked? Were there any chances to change his mind? What if there was no other option but to ...
"You'll kill him, won't you?", Kat finally asked. She had made up her mind about it, too.
Dante thought about the question. But soon he found himself at a point where logic didn't matter anymore. "No", he then said, "I won't." It had almost happened back at Silver Sacks towers and it caused a feeling that he now identified as guilt. The event held the potential to hunt him for the rest of his life. Those were bleak prospects. According to Assiel he had to change his view and that would only happen if he got a chance to do better at a second time. He knew he couldn't kill his brother, his only left family, even if he deserved it. This time he would be in control of himself.
Kat looked at him surprised. He couldn't tell if she believed him but he wouldn't blame her if she did not. She had seen that he was able to do it with her own eyes. Anyway, she still led the way to the flat and Dante thought about wandering off alone until she opened a door a few streets earlier than expected.
"I have friends here", she explained when they walked through the floor. Then she knocked at another door. While they waited the hunter took in his surrounding. The floor was shabby. Cigarette ends and Virility cans were strewn about the ground, graffiti got sprayed along the walls. The smell was beyond description. Dante couldn't believe there were still people living here.
"Kat!" The man who had opened the door only far enough to see through the split seemed surprised. The hunter recognized him. It was one of the guys he had spend the night with. That sounded so wrong in his ears. "And Dante", the man said lesser startled.
"And this is Phineas. He's helping us to find Vergil", Kat explained. Dante could tell by the look at the man's face that he felt uneasy about the demon.
"He's not human", the man stated the obvious. Phineas seemed to feel uncomfortable as well. The demon averted his eyes, looking at the door that led outside. Somehow the hunter felt pity for him.
"He's a friend", Kat said loud and clearly. Dante wondered if she had already forgotten her own first reaction to the old devil. The man took the fact easily in comparison to her.
"Kat, I can't let him in. We have women and children in here", he tried to explain. This argumentation was leading nowhere seen from the visitors' point of view.
"Mike -", Kat started but got interrupted by Dante kicking open the door. That send the guy to the floor. The sound he made left no doubts that he had gotten hurt.
"I'm not human either", the Nephilim stated while gesturing for Kat and Phineas to get in.
Everyone in the living room was standing and looking afraid. Dante counted 8 men, 5 women and 2 children - quite a lot of people for a room as small as this. Mike had gotten to his feet again.
"Are you crazy?", the man asked. He got no answer. Instead Kat started to explain things. While she was talking Dante was observing the people and Phineas. It was difficult to tell who was more intimidated, the people by seeing a demon in their flat or the demon by being face to face with a small demon hating crowd. Subconsciously the hunter tensed in response to the atmosphere.
"So, you're trying to make a deal?", another man finally asked. "Our ... resources for a safer place to stay?"
"No, we're making an offer", Dante answered. "I'll take your fucking computer anyway." If he got Kat right she needed Internet to find possible places Vergil could be at. And he would make sure she got what she wanted as soon as possible. The whole situation was wearing. Better they got out of here before someone made a grave mistake. It was a silly idea to take the humans with them but now was not a good time to argue. Maybe all of them could relax with more space between them.
The man started to grin. Dante didn't recognize him but he could tell that this one was going to be stupid.
"Shaun", Mike warned his friend but had to watch him drawing a gun. It was an old fashioned revolver, not a good weapon to hunt demons, too slow and only having six shots before reload.
"I got a bigger one", Dante grinned back and draw the Revenant, the hunting shotgun with a sawed- off barrel he had gotten from Vergil. Kat sought shelter behind Dante knowing that he wouldn't pull the trigger but Shaun maybe would.
"You wouldn't shoot innocent people", Shaun said.
"Try me", the hunter challenged.
"We have a deal", Mike interfered. "I'll take you to the computer."
Shaun and Dante stared at each other a little while longer until the human gave in and lowered his gun. Mike led the way to another room of the flat.
"Does this thing even work?", Dante asked. The computer was as old fashioned as the revolver.
"Sorry, if we can't make up to your standards", Shaun teased. He had followed the group and was now standing dangerously close to Phineas.
"Everyone of my family had lost their job because of the optimization processes of Silver Sacks", Mike explained.
"What about the Internet?", the hunter asked.
"It's as important as Virility", Kat said. "Internet and TV program - they controlled the flow of information and spread their lies. I guess RaptorNews is down but the Internet should still work. It's gotten too big to be destroyed so easily."
"You're telling me that people keep electricity running and repair servers for this shit although demons are slaying their families?"
"Be grateful", Shaun said.
The moment Kat sat down in front of the monitor she was out of reach, concentrating on whatever she was doing. Mike stayed at her side. In the meantime Dante urged Phineas back to the living room. Shaun followed them making some comments about this 'demon friend'. It was a tensed silence as demon and Nephilim sat down against a wall of the room while the humans stayed across from them. The women kept the children close. The men stayed alerted.
"The Order told us you'd save us", one of the kids said. The boy seemed intimidated but too curious to stay silent. Dante didn't answer. What should he say? 'I did'? He doubted he had made things better.
"He did", one of the men said. The hunter recognized him. This was the man who had first spoken to him at the bar.
"Dante, the demon hunter", Shaun mocked. "Breaking into people's flats, pointing guns at them to get a fucking computer. Sounds to me that Raptor News wasn't wrong at all. How many people got killed at your hunts?"
The man wasn't silly at all, Dante had to give him that. He couldn't deny that people had died when he was around although he wasn't the killer.
"You're the only one who'd probably die if they attack now", the hunter promised. He would make sure the people would get away unharmed but that Shaun guy was a real pain in the ass.
"Let's go outside to find out how tough you really are, demon hunter."
"Shaun, stop it already", a woman hissed. She held the other child in her arms. A girl who looked frightened but amazed at the same time.
It got silent again. Phineas reached up to his eye but Dante caught his arm. "Don't", he whispered, not wanting the humans to mistake the demons actions.
"Might I get some paper and a pen then?", the old demon asked.
"Not now."
Kat seemed to take her sweet time but finally she entered the living room with some papers in her hands. "I found some promising places", she informed.
Dante got to his feet. "Let's go then."
More time had passed until the group of humans got ready to leave their hiding place. It took Kat, Mike and that other guy quite a bit effort to persuade them to follow Dante who left the flat as soon as possible. The Nephilim urged Phineas to lead the way so he could stay between him and the humans. It was Shaun in the first place whom Dante didn't trust. The idiot would probably try and shoot Phineas if he got a chance.
While Kat showed her friends their new home, the Nephilim and the demon went up into their flat. It was strange to feel closer to a demon than to humans even if it was only for a short period of time.
"I need a drink", Dante said when he sat down at the kitchen table. He spoke loud enough for Phineas to hear although he had retreated into his own room. The demon didn't answer though. Soon Dante got bored and went over to him. "What are you writing about?"
"I just thought about some rituals which require human blood. I only mentioned one in my first book so I add the others now."
"I can't blame you for wanting to shed some of their blood. But do it only in your head, okay?"
"Rituals don't always require deaths. They're nothing like revenge or hatred driven murders. The blood of a pure hearted priestess combined with demon blood can be very powerful for example."
"Someone tried it?"
"This was the way your father tried to escape Mundus. He weakened himself by doing so. Mundus found another way out and Sparda didn't have the might to stop him anymore. Sad story, indeed", Phineas only randomly said.
"You wrote about it?" Dante was bewildered. He had thought the story of Sparda would mostly consist of what Vergil had already told him but there seemed to be more about it.
"In my first book. I barely remember the details now. So much time had passed."
"Can't be much more than 20 years", Dante urged. "What do you remember?"
"I remember the ritual. The priestess was a beautiful woman but your mother bested even her. She was an angel after all. I haven't seen many angels in my life."
"Speak on." But Phineas stayed quiet, concentrating on what he was writing. Dante felt like shaking or even beating him until the bastard told him everything. But it would do no good. Maybe he would tell him more at another occasion. The hunter left the demon alone and went into his own room. For a moment he remembered Vergil standing in front of the window. That was when he realized that he wouldn't stay here if they couldn't convince Vergil to give up his plans on ruling mankind. Maybe he wouldn't even stay in this town. When this was over he could possibly convince Kat to go with him.
"I'm back", Kat stated, entering the flat. "Mike will come over to install the computer in the door-less room. This will be our new HQ."
"Just think of a better name this time", Dante said, following her into the kitchen. She spread out the papers on the table.
"Any suggestions? It could include your name", she offered while sorting the pages.
"I had been part of a group recently. It didn't end well. I'm more the loner type, you know?" He smiled at her. The look she gave him was unreadable.
"Anyway, I think Vergil is either at 'The Hellgate' stadium or at 'Sky Ryders' aircraft factory. They are the largest places of the town with the least recent activities", she explained.
"Why do we even think he's still in town? He could be anywhere."
"Don't get pessimistic now. I say we try the stadium. It makes the better arena for a fight." She pointed at a few prints which showed the place from every possible angle.