I hope you read the intro before this!!!
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"I'm not gonna' rest until I found out about that attack." Dante said.
"Could you ask that friend of yours, Lady?" Trish said. "She might know."
"No." Dante replied firmly. "We came to a… Small disagreement on our last meeting."
"What was the disagreement?" Trish asked curiously.
Dante didn't reply to that question, but did say "She's not a friend, she's an acquaintance."
Dante, who was pacing up and down the room, stood on one on the bit's of a marionette. He cursed under is breath, and turned to Trish. "Mallet Island would be a sensible place to look, but it fell down."
"Maybe not entirely…" Trish said, running to the laptop on the desk. She was lucky it was still working, as there was a marionette dagger wedged into the side.
After a minute, she said "Here we are, FlightDisasters. A private jet went missing in the area where the Island used to be."
Trish and Dante got into the small red plane they had appropriated from the Island when they escaped its destruction. As they were flying over the space that had been a plume of fire and smoke when they last saw it, but now should have been a blank space of water, they saw an Island. Mallet Island!
"Hell, that place should be long gone…" Dante muttered under his breath, and flew the plane down. Instead of touching down outside, he touched down in the room when he had first found the plane he was currently flying in. The room, which he had grown to call the plane room, should have been gone. The floor had collapsed. But, ruined as it was, the room was now intact. Dante jumped down from the plane, and helped Trish get out of the back seat.
Looking around, Dante found a shard from a blue orb, which he knew would come in useful. "Three more of these shards and my life expectancy will grow." Dante commented. He drew Alastor, and gave it a test swing at a suit of armour. It shattered on impact, sending a spray of metal and red orbs everywhere.
"Time to go on." Dante said, walking over to the door that should lead to the entrance room, where the statue of Mundus once was. As soon as Dante approached the door, a large spectral hand came out of it. "Locked." Dante said, the door hands being something he was used to by now.
Dante went to an alcove in the wall with a lift and a rune clock. He activated the rune clock and went down into a dungeon like chamber. It had three iron doors coming off of it, which opened to reveal swarms of marionettes. Dante mercilessly smashed them, and went to the plane room again. Trish was fighting off some more attacking marionettes. When they were all beaten, the hand inside the door shattered. Dante and Trish fought their way past the marionettes in the next rooms to the main hall. It was neatly decorated, with a large staircase and a statue of a knight, along with multiple balconies. Two things spoilt the room's beauty. One was the way this room was a wrecked version of its former self, like the plane room was, the other thing spoiling the scenery was the smouldering private jet lodged on one of the upper balconies.
As Trish and Dante went up to it cautiously, Dante asked "By the way, how did you find a website called 'FlightDisasters'?"
The jet was leaning over the edge, because even though it was a small jet, it was wider than the balcony. Dante clambered up onto the side of the plane with its wing jammed into the wall, because that side looked safer.
"I'll stay out here and keep a lookout for trouble." Trish said. Dante first went to the cabin, where he found the pilot and the waitress dead in the cabin. They were reduced to skeletons, and who knew what carrion hunting creatures now scoured the hallways of this castle. In the back of the plane, Dante found someone alive.
He looked like a rich man, with dashing (but now slightly dishevelled) hair, and a smart (if not a bit ripped now) suit. He had a Glock 35 in his hands, and was covered in blood. The luggage rack had fell and was crushing his legs, stopping him from moving.
"Hello." He said mildly. "I'm Sir Clinton Westford, and was on my way to a sporting competition--" He waved the Glock "--When we were hit with this flash of light. An island appeared in front of us, and the pilot was stunned by the light, so we crashed. I've been stuck here and only eaten that mangy hybrid (I'll tell you it was actually a Nobody) in days. Damn good luck I had my Glock in my suitcase, which was on the luggage rack that fell on me. I could kill that thing that devoured the pilot." Clinton, who had been talking deliriously- probably from lack of food- Finally realised he had no idea who he was talking to. "I assume you're here to help me and not eat me, it's just you looked like a human."
"Trust me; I'm not really a human." Dante said, "But I won't eat you. Not my style." And with Dante and Clinton's strength combined they freed Clinton's legs from under the rack. Dante gave Clinton a small loaf of bread to cure his hunger, and a vital star to cure his broken legs. When they were done they went out of the plane.
"Trish, Clinton. Clinton, Trish." Dante said. Three Nobodies were on the opposite side of the room suddenly, growling and snarling. "I have a secret weapon!" Dante warned. The Nobodies ran across the main room. Dante got in between the jet and the wall, and pushed the already precarious jet off the balcony. It crushed the three Nobodies beneath it.
"Anyway." Dante said. "I still need to know who and for what cause did this Island come back into existence."