Ring....ring.…ring
Beatrice woke up. It had been a long night. And besides, she didn't do her job....Joanna had been killed by a demon and the autopsy was going to confirm it.
She WAS in trouble. And she knew it....but didn't care.
While she was taking her morning bath, the door bell rang.
The hell?...at 6 a.m.?
She got out of the bath, dressed her normal suit and, just for precaution, put a handgun in her leg and her suitcase next to her.
"Hello, who is it?"
"Beatrice...it's me"
"William?!"
She was surprised because William never went to her home before. She knew he knew where he lived but he would only inform her by phone or TV.
"Why are you here?"
"Let me in." She opened the door and he entered.
"The autopsy says a demon killed her.... you didn't do it."
"So? She's dead, isn't she? Wasn't that what they....
William looked at her, whist pointing a gun at her forehead.
"I know but bosses´ orders."
She quickly turned and kicked William's gun off his hand.
But as she obtained her fake "friend" and "boss's" gun, a group of armed soldiers entered her house and surround her, pointing their guns at her.
"I'm so sorry Beatrice but it has to be done."
"Mother, can I be excuse?"
"Of course honey. You can go play with our neighbours"
"No…I mean I want to go play on the swing alone."
"….Are you sure?"
"Yes, mother."
Beatrice never wanted to play with her new neighbours, she didn't really like them.
She always preferred to play alone….or with her mother, since she didn't have other siblings and her father was always working.
As she walked thruways her swing, she could hear her neighbours playing.
They always played, in the afternoon, with they're mother, training with they're wooden swords.
Actually, Beatrice envied them because she wanted to play swords with them, but, since she was a girl, she thought they wouldn't let her play.
She sat on her swing listening to the boys on the other side of the fence.
"Hey you can't do that!!! MOM, DANTE IS CHEATING!!!!"
"YOU LIAR! MOM, VERGIL IS LYING!!!"
"Boys, you don't need to yell. What's wrong?"
"Dante throw sand at my eyes."
"Oh yeah? Then Vergil was cheating too! He was wining because he was cheating too!!"
"Boys…It's not nice to cheat..."
"Sorry mom…"
It was kinda funny to listen to them. She never had been lecture by her mother, because she was a good girl, as her mother always said.
"Mom, can you watch our match so you can know who wins?"
"Why, of course."
Beatrice wanted to watch it too, but she couldn't see the other house's front yard because of the fence. Still, she could hear the sounds of the wooden swords touch each other. She was really curious to know who would win: the hyperactive boy, who didn't really like her, or the other one, the only boy who ever treated her well, not like the other boys treated her.
The only thing she could hear were the sounds of the wooden swords……
With eyes closed, she tried to recreate that scene in her mind.
The sounds…the laughs…something she always wanted to feel…to feel truly loved…
"See what you did!?!"
"I did??!! You were the one not defending yourself!!"
"Now, boys. Don't fight again!"
"But mom, Dante threw my sword to the neighbour's yard!!!!"
Neighbour's yard? Do they mean my yard?
She opened her eyes and found a sword, Vergil's wooden sword.
She then stood up and picked the sword up. It was a very well made and strong wooden sword. Beatrice thought it was very beautiful.
"Because you weren't defending correctly!!!!!"
"Boys there are no need to scream. As for the sword, Vergil goes get it"
"WHAT?!WHY?!"
"It's your sword honey. So you have the responsibility."
"But…but!!"
Wait! No, that means he's coming here!
"Ok, I'll go."
I got to do something…maybe I'll throw the sword back at…
"Hey, you found my sword."
Too late…