As Fiona frantically searched for a box or cranny to hide inside of, she suddenly heard a big thump from above her followed by a whine.
"Oh no, Hewie!" She knew she had to help him, but could she do? Her mind was completely racing,
so much she nearly lost her balance, causing her to tip over something with a shatter.
With that, a shining object graced her vibrant, turqiose eyes. "What's this...?"
The object, on top of the remains of the red vase she knocked over, was shaped like a ball but as Fiona grapsed it,
it felt noticeably heavy. Inside the ball-like object was a red and powedery substance.
Above her, the sound of gunshots and struggle filled the echos, Hewie was in danger and this ball was the only chance of a weapon Fiona had
at using. "Hewie!" Exclaimed Fiona as she hurriedly ran up the large staircase, eyeing her trusted companion
and also the Gounds' armed keeper.
Hewie, laying and whining in pain on top of the castle's hard marble flooring, looked up to see Fiona on the staircase-
Fiona... Run...
Riccardo snickered to himself and reeled back his leg to give that damn mutt one more blow for good measure,
"You should have stayed out of my way, mutt-" "HEWIE!" Fiona cried, throwing the round object as hard as she could in the
direction of the hooded keeper, "Wha-" The keeper looked up to see a small object flying right towards him.
Trying to avoid the line of fire, he pushed himself towards the nearby door, "No!"
Too late, the powder had already bursted all over Riccardo, causing him to real back in great pain. "Arrrgh!"
Fiona then rushed over to the incapacitated, white canine. "Hewie, Hewie it's okay boy!" The teary-eyed girl gave her
furry friend a warm hug.
I can't believe you saved me... Fiona... I'll never forget this.
The wounded but grateful dog began to slowly wag his tail.
Fiona soon noticed that Riccardo was beginning to regain his footing.
"Grrr... miserable little..." The powder's burning effect was beginning to wear off, Fiona knew she had to get out.
With a quick motion, she reached inside her boot and pulled out a piece of beef jerky that she had found in the
large freak's, that seemingly wasn't around at the moment, small hut. "Hurry boy!"
Fiona urged on as Hewie quickly ate up his meaty treat.
Huh... a lot better! Let's get out of here!
The German Shepard barked excitedly and ran down the stairs, seemingly motioning that Fiona follow him.
She started to trail right after him but a thought stopped her in her tracks.
"Dante..." She couldn't just leave him there, not after all that he's done to help her.
She quickly turned around to face the door, but instead was face to face with none other than Riccardo.
"Miss... I think you're overreacting. You must be exhausted, perhaps a nice..." He trailed off his words as he then reached
inside the front pocket of his brown, hooded garb, "...Rest could do you well." With that, he flung his flint pistol out and slammed it
against the young girl's cranium. "No... stop..." Her eyes grew weaker and weaker, her vision dimmer and dimmer.
"I can't let you..." She caught a glimpse of the embroidered insignia on the glaring keeper's garb before everything fell dark.
...
"Aw... man..."
A simmering light emitting from the calmed embers of the fireplace dimmed the surroundings,
Dante soon remembered where he was. "Ahh, that's right." The demon hunter snapped up his laying position.
"Hey babe, mind turning on the lights?" He scratched his head after a moment of no response, "Hello?"
Dante's sleepily cracked voice echoed throughout the ominously still room. "Huh... I wonder where she ran off to..."
Still a bit groggy from his stomach-turning meal, Dante staggered out of bed and slowly analyzed his surroundings.
He chuckled to himself as he shook his head and re-sheathed his longsword.
"This just keeps getting better and better."