Disclaimer! I DO (not) own Devil May Cry, just my OC's.

Recap: I lean forward and tap on the guy in front of me. He turns around and looks at me weirdly. "Hey, where's Mr. Kentan, who is this guy? Do we have a sub?"

The guy now looks at me like I'm stupid. "Okay, A) Who the fuck are you? B) Who the hell is Mr. Kentan? And C) that's Mr. Sparda, but he prefers Dante."

I look at the guy in amazement, and then look at Mr. Sparda, Dante, as he picks up the class roster and starts to read from it. "Who the hell are you?" Is all I whisper?

"So kid, are you new here?" the guy, Sam I remember, asked me again.

"No," I tell him flatly. "I've been going to school with you since the third grade when you moved here." I tell him. "Remember, I was also you calculus partner last year."

Sam was actually really smart; he just had the same problem with history as I did. He looks at me in confusion, his face scrunched up trying to remember. "Really?" I nod my head yes, he doesn't say anything to me, instead just turns around and talks to the guy in front of him. "Do you know him?" he ask, the guy only shakes his head no.

I ignore him and look back at my 'teacher' Dante. He looked around the room with a watchful eye, ignoring the gazes and comments of a few of the other students who wanted his attention. I slowly put my head down into my book and began to fake read, actually I tried to read it and just conform along with the others in the room, but the words flew around on the pages as I tried to force myself to make out a sentence.

This man wasn't my teacher, I don't care what Sam had said, and Mr. Kentan was. And too top it all off, I think Dante's a demon, if the hair isn't a dead giveaway, then I don't know what the hell is. Also, would you shut the hell up! I tell my inner demon, who is still purring away, but it growls at me. 'Do not talk to me that way human.'

Well sorry, but if you would kindly keep the damn purring down, then maybe I wouldn't snap at you. Besides, why the hell are you doing that anyway? 'You are either too dense or inexperienced to even begin to understand why I do what I do.' It responded back cryptically snooty. Does it have something to do with him being a demon? He only growled low in response.

I smirk and mouth bingo, then here something that grabs my attention. "Josslyn Franco, come on babe tell me where you're at." Dante announced, his voice sounding lecherous, but also making me shiver, both with anger and something I did not want to address, I really wanted to blush. "Yo Josslyn, come on sweet cheeks, we don't have all day."

I slowly raised my arm up and voice out. "I prefer Joss thank you." Everyone whips around and stares at me like I'm some side show freak. I am defiantly sure that Dante isn't my teacher; Mr. Kentan knew that I was a guy, and he didn't. Strike one for the demon, no wait, that's strike two.

Dante stares at me, his eyes showing mild amusement at my name, but he looks a little puzzled. He sniffed the air and his face screwed up a little more. "Who are you?" A girl up front, I knew her to be one of the school sluts and loudmouths. I find it funny how girls call other girls sluts when they give it up more than the girls they are making fun of.

I grit my teeth and look at them all. "I'm Joss Franco, and I've been going to this school district since I was six."

"No you haven't." another person protested. "Yeah, we would of remembered someone who looked like you with a name like that." Another added, again I gritted my teeth. I truthfully enjoyed invisibility more than being noticed, though I am sure I would have gone postal one of these days.

"I HAVE been going to this school for that long, I was here when the janitor Murray, or as you guys called him, big yellow, came to school one day after taking PCP, thought he had roaches crawling under his skin, and decided to take a knife and cut them out of his chest." I remember it personally because Murray used to come in and clean the library during lunch and before school last year, we kinda had a friendly quid pro quo on life and other things. When he came in that day he sat at my table the day I decided to bring lunch without grandma knowing, and the rest was history. "I also remember Mr. Corsack being arrested three years ago for sleeping with a few of the cheerleaders that year. Then there's two years ago when Eric Stacey walked into the cafeteria with a baseball bat and started swinging at the vice principal Mrs. Teps." Eric Stacey was a real douche that had gotten expelled when Mrs. Teps found his stash of K2 in his locker; rumor has it that there are still two caches of it hidden in school. Well, one rumor was true at least, I found it one day when organizing the chemical room in Mrs. Gallager's class, the chemistry teacher, and my closest friend.

She said to turn in all but one or two packets; she wanted to try a few experiments on the stuff. Now for some students, that would be a big old flashing neon sign that said your teachers a druggie, but for Mrs. Gallager, Kerry, she actually means what she says. The next day she separated a bag out and tested it with about twelve different acids and bases to see what would happen, the second bag remains untouched to this day, wait, hallucinogens would cause an excellent distraction if used as an offensive device. Can demons even be affected by drugs? 'What are you getting at?'

"Hey kid." Dante says, bringing me back from my inner thoughts, I jump when I find him standing in front of me looking down. Talk about it later. "If you're tripping on something, hand it over or share with the class."

"What?!" I shout at him, and then start to stutter something to deny what he said.

Of course he and the entire class start laughing as my face turns crimson. Dante hits his knees as he starts to breath in gulps between laughs, it was deep and full, damn it, why the hell are you purring again? "Easy kid, no need to lose your head." Dante says, and then places a hand on my shoulder. 'Don't let him touch you!' too late. Dante pulls back his hand as suddenly as he had put it on my shoulder and looks down at me, his eyes glowing and aware.

"Is… is something wrong?" I ask him sheepishly. I then lean forward and touch Sam on the back of the neck as I rub my ass in the chair, a snap of static electricity happens the moment I get to close to him, causing him to yell. "Guess I wore too much conductible clothes." I joke.

Dante sighs and shakes his head, flicking his hand back and forth. "Leave the shitty jokes to me kid, you suck at them." I give him a two finger salute and go back to my book as he goes to his desk.

"Oh shit." I mummer, that was too damn close for comfort.

"What was that?" he asks amused.

"Ocean." I tell him in response. The class laughs at that one, assholes. 'You could just simply-' No killing them….yet. God, listen to me, I'm talking to a fucking homicidal voice in my head about killing my classmates.

"Good save their Sherlock." One of the kids catcalls. "Yay sure you think you can handle school kid, maybe you should go back to home schooling." Another one suggest mockingly. Then again, I don't like my senior class at all.

"Leave the kid alone." Dante commands, his tone somewhat serious and commanding. I suppress a shiver that wanted to run up my spine. 'Would you stop that?' It mocked at me.

Petty little shit ain't ya? 'Demons aren't exactly known for the maturity.' It countered back.

"All right brats, get out your books and-" I tuned out the rest of class, frankly because I was working on the assignments, as expected Dante only gave us work, he didn't teach us jack. Though I spent a good amount of the time doing the work trying to figure out everything that was happening, and why exactly he's persistently glancing at me.

Before I knew it, the bell rang to dismiss everyone. I pulled my crap out from under my desk, and immediately it got knocked off my desk and into the floor by a girl that was three sized beyond too wide, then it all got kicked around by a few of the jocks in the class who thought keep away was fun. I growled along with my inner demon and reached underneath the desk to my left and grabbed hold of one of the jocks ankles as he was about to kick my book, of course he went down as I twisted it. He fell face first into the pavement, causing everyone to laugh at him. I quickly let go of his ankle and unwedged my book out from underneath him and get up.

The jock gets up and growls at me, "You're gonna pay for that ya little shit."

I step closer to him and glare at him, 'As much as I would usually cheer you on to kill him, for both our sakes, ignore my teachings.' Bipolar bastard. 'Hormonal human teenager.'

"Break it up kiddies." Dante says intervening, then putting my accordion folder on top of my book in my arms. "Pretty sure none of you want to be late for class."

The jock grumbles something and staggers out of the class, giving me a death glare. I just wave him goodbye and get down on my knees and start looking for my notebooks and the 'Heart of Darkness' book we're reading for English. I find the notebooks but Dante's the one to find the book.

"It was right next to you the whole time, how blind are you?" he asks amused.

"Enough to say my glasses could be considered bullet proof if made of the right mixture of polycarbon and fiber glass materials." I respond.

He arches an eyebrow at me. "Science geek isn't ya?"

"In real definition, a geek is a side show performer that bites the heads off of chickens or is a dislikeable person, but yes, I'm a chemistry geek, no wait, geek implies good with computers, so it's a nerd."

He rolls his eyes at me and looks at the book. "Great, a literacy nerd as well, and from the looks of it you have my brother as a teacher." Wait, brother? He then thrust the book forward into my arms. "I have a feeling you'll get along fine with him," he then smirks and pats me on the back. "Me too if you play your cards right." He then walks out of the classroom before turning around and giving me a parting glance.

I stare at the empty doorway trying to decipher what he said, I got nothing. 'I believe that is what you may call, a come on?' I believe that we are both too socially inept to being to understand what the hell that was. 'You may be right on that.' I make my way out of the class and towards the other end of the building where my drama class is. I had the drama teacher for speech and she was fun, might as well try something different for a change.

"By the way, I prefer asexual human teenager." I remark aloud to my inner demon, I just ignored the few kids that looked my way in confusion. 'Oh, a human teenager that has no desire for sex? Excuse me for not believing a word you say, especially since you were drooling all over your teacher.'

"Excuse me? I wasn't the one who was purring like a god damn cat." I snap at it, thankfully no one was around to hear my remark. 'I see your logic; I just refuse to accept it.' I say again, bipolar bastard. 'HORMONAL human teenager.' It responds. Oh great, I'm having conversations with a little voice inside my head, I am insane. 'But talking with me would retain a healthy level of insanity.'

I give an exasperated sigh that was over exaggerated, right as I walk into my class as the teacher started.

"You see, that is the kind of expression I'm talking about." She tells the rest of the class. She then does a double take at me. "Are you-?"

"I'm on your class roster, Joss Franco." I interrupt her. She looks down, then finds it and shrugs.

"Sorry." I just shrug in return then go to my seat. She starts to go into stage directions but I tune her out. Instead I grab a piece of paper and start to write down a few little things I can make in preparation for a future battle.

'Why exactly are you planning ahead? It is not like everything will go according to It.' it asks intrigued, though bored. Because I can't rely on your strength and pure dumb luck as well as perseverance, my life isn't an anime. 'I would take that as an insult, but you have a point.' I smirk at that, finally accepting my logic. Anyway, I figured a few different types of chemical bombs with a couple of additives might come in handy. 'Ah, now I see why you asked if demons could be affected by drugs.'

I nod my head into my notebook and continue writing a few possible ways to create a few bombs. Thermite would be great in a aluminum lined PVC pipe bomb, add in a few crushed marbles or rusty nails, would that be effective?

'By normal humans? No. But since you are no longer technically human, then yes.'

Great, now about my earlier question involving hallucinogens.

'Depends on the demon, quite a few have poisons that make their prey go through hallucinations, but against others, most defiantly.' Great, then the K2 powder when shaken up would help the ignition process if I grind it up then shake it before i light it. 'Why would you need to do that?' I'll explain it to you later. Now then, an hydrogen peroxide would be difficult since the reaction takes so long, maybe a…. hmm, this is going to be trickier than I thought.

I spent the rest of the period trying to work out some more bombs to make, hydrogen gas bombs were kind tricky to make, or at least make one big enough to cause more than a loud boom. I could try rubbing alcohol and chlorine, but then there's a way to separate the two until I need to use them. Same goes for a sodium and water bomb, and the hydrogen peroxide, dang, glad I have study hall next period, I need to start working on a few ways to work all this out. Oh wait, a few alkaline metal bombs would be perfect, know how to make sure to separate the water so it doesn't go all pyro in my backpack.

The bell rang and I got my stuff and went on to third period, which is right across the hall from first, on the opposite side of the building. I passed by the office on the way there and bumped into my aunt Cheryl, crap; I forgot she works at the office here.

"Oh Josslyn." She says cheerily, making me cringe, have I mentioned I hate my full name? 'Didn't protest that much when Dante said now did ya?' "Grandma told me to tell you that she wouldn't be back home till tomorrow, she said something about a little more time with the family." She then looked at me and smiled slightly.

"Well after last night's little incident, I take it I'm no longer family." I quip with my own forced little smirk, causing her smile to falter. "By the way, have you talked to Tony lately?"

"Actually I did." She says her face somewhat stern. "And I don't know what has been happening to you lately Joss, but I'm worried." She puts a hand on my shoulder. "I mean, you insult Tony and your grandmother in the span of an hour, and I've been hearing talk from around the school that you're starting fights." Oh, so Tony told her I cussed him out huh? Well, the truth isn't always good for some.

"I just woke up after a nap yesterday and realized something." I tell her then start to walk off. "Thank you for the message Aunt Cheryl."

"Wait, what did you realize?" she ask confused.

I turn my head and smirk. "That I'm done being a spineless little human." I tell her happily, and then skip off to class with a smile.

I spent the next hour drawing and calculating out everything. I had the perfect measurements worked out for the right kind of reaction, and I had devised a few systems that were simple enough on paper, know just to see if they worked. So far, the best solution to the whole separating the reactants is to put some sort of filter between them, but to also have a way to break the filter without compromising the bottle, or pipe, there are a few PVC pipes and caps I could use, and I think a metal tube as well. All I needed to do now was mix them up and do a small scale test, which I knew Mrs. Gallager, Kerry, would be happy to oblige with. It's kinda true when they say that a chemistry teacher's job is to blow crap up 40% of the time, and that they enjoy it. But alas, I had a period to go through before I could get to Kerry's class, and that was AP literature, which now equates to, my class that's now taught by another demon.

Sighing, I walk down the hall, and end up getting tripped. I go hopping on one foot trying to correct my balance, unfortunately my glasses went skidding across the floor and onto the other side of the ever flowing traffic of students. I heard snickers as I finally stuck out a arm and steadied myself against a locker, unfortunately I couldn't see jack shit. Ya think becoming a half demon would improve vision, oh how wrong you'd be, I'm still blind as a fucking bat. 'I'll get to work trying to fix that little problem.' Really? 'Yes, just close your eyes and listen to what I say.' Why do I get the feeling that this is like one of those old tricks where people put other peoples hands into a bowl full of peeled grapes and say that they're eyes?

'Just do it' It snaps at me. Fine. I close my eyes and feel a little pinprick of electricity. 'Go right now and turn a quarter right again when I say so.' I did what it said and started walking. 'Now,' I turned a quarter right and started walking. 'Now start to go farther right till you hit the wall.' I did that, and soon found the cool painted cinderblock walls of the school. 'Now bend over and pick up your glasses.' I started to think of something sarcastic, but I did what he said anyway. I bend over with my palm outstretched and open, and sure enough I grasped ahold of the familiar aluminum frames of my glasses. Smiling largely, I quickly lean back and put them one in a single movement. Thank you! 'Don't mention it'

I turn back around to actually find that everyone in the hall was back in class, and the bell rings. Great. I grumble about and head towards class, luckily it was only 4 doors down the hall. I quickly get there and open the door, and stare at a man that defiantly wasn't Mr. David, my other English teacher.

No, this man looked to be a younger copy of Dante, he had the pale skin and snow white hair, except it was slicked back into spikes. He had bright blue eyes that told me he didn't really like me at the moment, actually they told me he thought that he was better than most everyone else. He wore a blue silk long sleeve button up shirt and black slacks. He has a leaner build than Dante does, but I could tell he wasn't a slouch. He glared down at me with annoyance flashing in his eyes, and something else that I only caught a glimpse of, intrigue maybe? He sniffs the air and lowers his brows slightly in confusion. The annoying racket of the purring inner demon of course came along.

"Are you Josslyn Franco?" he asks, I really wanted to blush and shiver the way he said my full name, it reminded a lot of how Dante said it.

"Ya….yes." I squeak, okay, now I am blushing.

He only looks at me with semi-dead eyes, they remind me of a soulless being, and something like a cat when it gets ready to pounce. "You are late." He then motions me into the class room, propping the door open with his arm stretched across the threshold. I walk across and try not to make eye contact. "What, no excuses?" he ask boredly.

I look at him and shrug as I set my stuff at my desk. "I have one, but why use it when it only shows that you are wrong, lazy, or don't want to accept responsibility."

He seems impressed at my answer, he then closes the door. "You know, I did happen to see your little trip." He remarked with a small but cruel smirk. I dropped my jaw and scrunched up my brows in a 'really?' look. I had the keen feeling that this man was defiantly one for torturing people, and if he's anything like Dante, or worse than him, I have no doubts that he has tortured a few. 'Highly likely, you'll notice that most devils and all demons have the urge to torture humans, or at least make them squirm. I'm sure he's more close to his devil side than human.' And Dante? 'More close to human, though he has the sense of humor of a devil.' Noticed that one.

"Now, since all of you are reading 'The heart of Darkness' I have an assignment for you." He remarks with no emotion showing, though I could see in his eyes that he was bored, pissed and amused at the same time, yep, sadist. Everyone started moaning and groaning, the reason why he had those expressions, I just shrug. I read the book, I just didn't like it all that much, too many ways that the symbols could be taken, and it was hard for me to follow some times. "I want you all to write an eight paragraph essay on one of the themes in the book, five discussing the theme and one arguing for or against that theme, your closing paragraph must be a summary for both of the two objectives. Minimum of six sentences for the opening and closing paragraphs." He said, all with a small wicked gleam as he went to his desk and sat down. I roll my eyes as everyone starts to bitch about it not being fair or trying to reason with the man, Vergil, I found the name on the sign looking through the door.

After forty minutes of pain staking hand cramps, I finally put down my damn pencil and stare at the three pages of essay work I just did. Huh, new record, and with fifteen minutes left in class. I rotate my arms and wrist till they pop and get up to walk over to the desk. Vergil looks up from his book as I stand up from the desk. He raises an eyebrow while the rest of his face shows me nothing. "Done already?" he ask in amused disbelief.

I shrug and hand him the papers, "I was trying to read a more aggravating book to motivate me through reading this one, so I basically remember more from it since I was actually interested in reading it instead of the other book. Its what I did to get through 'Catcher and the Rye'."

He nods his head while skimming my paper. "A good strategy, makes you persevere more," he then snorts in mock amusement. "I do the same with my brother when it comes to certain objectives that I do not enjoy doing."

"I take it that Dante's your brother then." I state. Vergil stops reading my paper to look at me with the most scrutinizing look and nods his head. "I can kind of see why you do that." I tell him.

"You have had the pleasure of enduring one of his classes?" Vergil asks, going back to skimming my paper.

"First period for regular U.S History, I'm not really good at history so that means I'm stuck in a class full of idiots."

"Fit for him, for he is their king." Vergil remarked as he finished my third paper, then picks up a red pen and writes, 92/100 in the top corner. "You need to work on your to and too's, I found one spelling mistake and a few too many commas and no semi-colons during your fourth paragraph." He gives me the paper back. "Other than that, I must say I am surprised on how you wrote it, mainly on your argument against Conrad's views on man and the world, it is quite interesting."

I take the paper and smile down at the paper, I think this is going to be my best grade in this class if he's teaching. "Yeah, well I don't exactly agree that man can always find a way to survive the darkness, human beings just seem to give up hope too easily when something is too hard. Plus, we do let petty differences get in the way of actually being able to overcome what they are trying to overcome."

He nodded his head to that. "Pessimistic much." Someone muttered.

"Be quiet." Vergil ordered them, not even bothering to give them a glance.

"Anyway, I didn't really like reading Heart of Darkness, couldn't really relate to past the point that I could pick apart a few themes, personally, I prefer something along the lines of Poe's revenge stories."

Vergil chuckles at that and gives me a shark like smirk. "Poe, a great author, truly did know the darkness of a human soul, to bad he was one." He remarked, his smirk disappearing on the last verse.

I shrug, though personally I think I found which side he fights for. "Yeah, the only thing I don't like about his stories is how when his characters kill someone, they don't…. make it all that personal." There was an awkward silence after I said that, Vergil just smirks slightly and cocks and eyebrow. "I mean, look at the Cask of Amontillado, I mean sure walling someone alive in a crypt is a good way to kill someone, cause they'll slowly go mad; starve, resort to eating themselves or watch as the rats eat them, all the while their thinking about you or how or what they did to deserve this. But, still, Montressor never went back to the crypt, not even the next day to torment Fortunato through the wall. He just left him to stay there while he thought about it for a half a century, I mean come on."

Vergil chuckles at that. "True, I would have at least gone back to mock him, maybe have even kept a whole in the wall to throw a few scraps in there just to torture him since he was chained to the wall."

"Yeah, though personally I would have liked to at least know what the 'thousand injuries' were, that's just my human moral standing to actually want to know the basis of revenge, but then again what humans deem as 'stupid' others deem as 'righteous'." He nods but keeps a grim look. "But I love it when Poe writes his revenge stories to where the deaths are fitting to their lives, like in Hop-Frog. I love it when he chains the king and his council members up and hoist them over the crowd then sets them on fire. It's like the ultimate humiliation, cause your being laughed at after the initial shock, then made of a fool of at your own expense, then along comes the court jester you ridiculed for so long and he sets him on fire!" I finish with an admiring glee, I did love Poe, he was beyond fun to read, maybe I am morbid.

Vergil smiles and nods his head in agreement. "It would only have been better if he actually had done it to the woman and her circle of friends, it would have been the ultimate act of revenge."

"Does anyone else think we have a pair of serial killers in the room?" someone remarked.

"Thank you for the compliment." I throw back at them, causing Vergil to chuckle slightly. "But what would make the ultimate revenge possible if you could resurrect the person over and over again, each time killing them off in a different manner." The image of Jester came to mind, I shivered at the thought of strapping him down to a table. "Take off his big fucking nose first." I mutter.

Vergil raises and eyebrow with a slight smile. "Already have someone in mind I see?" I smile sheepishly at him and rub the back of my head. He shakes his head side to side and gets up from his desk. "Oh, I have a feeling that you and I are going to get along greatly." He says right as the bell rings. "I expect those papers on my desk by the end of today." I smirk along with him as everyone moans aloud.

"Thanks for the grade Mr. Sparda." I say.

"Call me Vergil." he tells me as he goes to the door. I smile at him as I go through the door.

"Thank you Vergil." I say to him, he smirks, then touches, 'Don't-' my shoulder. 'Screw it.' Vergil pulls back his hand slowly then looks at me, I just wave and race off to my next class. Kerry Gallager, here I come.

I got to class right as the bell rang, and smiled as I set eyes upon my friend and teacher. Kerry was an ex-marine who had a love for science, and to add to it, she was a knockout to look at, for anyone. She was also known as the heartbreak kid, not for relationships that is, its actually a joke that started a few years ago that really did describe her. She was the kind of person who no one could truly hate, like my cousin Katie, except Katie can't 'break' someone's heart into eighteen pieces with just a slight look that may say disappointment, Kerry could. In fact, that's why she only teaches advanced classes, because every time some kid that didn't put the effort into the class would drop out once she gave them 'the look', as would everyone else in a normal class as well. The schools tried, everyone in the class felt like crap for not putting in an effort and complained or dropped. She can't help it, she doesn't even realize she's doing it.

"Joss, why are you late?" Kerry ask as I set my stuff at the back table.

"I was discussing something with Mr. Sparda." I tell her.

"Yeah, how to be a mid-evil torturer." Someone from my last class remarks from there seat.

"Huh?"

"I'll explain it to you at lunch." I tell her. Grandma never puts money in my lunch account anyway, and won't let me sign up for free and reduced, something about us not needing charity. I've gotten into the habit of not eating lunch anyway, so I usually spend them in the library or with Kerry grading papers or making up some solution or another. "But actually, I have a few things I need to work out with you."

"About what?" I hand over my notebook with the section to my bomb ideas open, we didn't really bother with trying to hide things from each other, we were friends enough not to question the moral, or down right logical reason behind some of our ideas. Like her wanting to create dynamite to sell so the school could raise some money, we lost a car to that idea, not ours or the schools of course, just some guy that didn't know how to handle it. she looks it over as she goes to the front of the class. "Alright, we have that demo for the first graders tomorrow, so I want all of you that has their partner here today to practice which one you're doing as a group. Remember, it's about safety, not just blowing crap up or lighting people on fire." She jokes.

"Aw, so we can't make any crack jokes either?" someone whines jokingly. He was referring to a few experiments where Kerry had said a few jokes involving a pile of powdered sugar and a capillary tube.

"With drug fee week being next week, hmm, we'll see." She says to the class, causing everyone to last. "Now get going, everything should be in the back, you guys need anything, just call up Joss or me." Everyone gets up and goes to the back of the room while she walks to me. "All right, did you get some crazy idea of selling a new type of bomb to the military?" she asks seriously.

I just look at her like she has two heads. "Um, nooo, why?"

She smiles instantly. "No reason, just ignore what I said." Okay then. "Now, I did find a few flaws in some of the designs, also with adding that K2 packet to one of them. Sorry, but that isn't going to work out all that well."

"Really, why?"

"Because once one of them explodes the powder would either be vaporized or just pushed outward without even really doing any damage. K2 has to be ingested to cause any real damage, the best you could do is maybe create a smoke bomb with it." she shrugs. "You'd be better off using pot. But besides that, what exactly is all this for? Are you in trouble?" she sounds worried on the last one.

'For the sake of not looking insane, don't tell her anything.' What are you talking about, I'm already insane, I'm talking to you aren't I? "I… it has to do with…" I couldn't really come up with a good lie.

"It's Tony isn't it." she states thought it's supposed to be a question. 'When life gives you lemons, as some people say.' You squeeze them into peoples eyes is a good way to end that line. I just nod my head yes. She instantly darkens her mood at that. "I knew it, okay, so" she motions for me to sit down as she does. "Tell me what exactly he did." I told her about how he wanted me to make his little breaking bad fantasy real, of course she got angry.

I shrug my shoulders, "Nothing much to say, yesterday he had the balls to ask me how the 'product' was going along. Of course I told him that he was probably tripping on the stuff he bought earlier." Not in those specific words, 'Or actions.' "He told me that he had already promised some people a few kilo's, though I'm not sure if that's the exact measurement for how much you cook up." I wave my hand dismissivly. "Anyway, he then got the idea into his head that he threaten me by saying he could convince those people that I had cut him off."

"You think he meant the Fitzpatrick's when he said 'people'." She asks, she looked like she was thinking of something interesting.

"Most likely." I tell her shrugging my shoulders. The Fitzpatrick's were the closest thing we had to local organized crime in this town, mainly because they kept other kinds of gang or whatever the hell you call them, away. No one really wanted to mess with the Irish family, in business or in passing, because quite frankly, they were bat shit crazy. Lovely little rumors about how they burn out the tongues of their dealers if they are even missing a few cents, and lord knows what they would do to someone who promised them something but didn't come up with it. "But I did warn him about his little plan."

She raises an eyebrow. "Oh, someone finally found a backbone without some acetone around huh?" she jokes. "Alright, I help you." She says getting up. "I have some experience with making a few effective homemade bombs before, now what kind are you after, smoke, fire, major explosive?"

'Fire preferably, though I think shrapnel infused with a little bit of power would do well.' Why fire? 'Because fire is generally the ultimate cleanser, except for demons that wield it.' Kinda knowledgeable for something so young. 'Do you want my help or not?'

"Fire and explosive, do you think we can make a few with shrapnel in it?"

Her face lit up brighter than a Macey's day balloon. "Perfect, I know just the right thing to do."

Wait, she said she had experience making homemade effective bombs. "Where exactly did you learn how to make these again?"

She turns and gives me a sweet smile. "I'm not a liberty to discuss." Her answer for, you'll never know.

"Is what happened at grandma's church that one year during that anti-everything that goes against the bible rally?" I ask her. I say grandma's church because I don't officially see myself as one of their members. And what I'm referring to is a three years ago the church was holding a rally that was protesting, well as I said, just about everything that didn't meet there standards. Well, during the rally an explosion happened and burnt down part of the church, no one knows who did it.

She gives me an even bigger smile. "I don't have a clue to what you're talking about." Translation, shut up about it. "now then, here is a book." She says, handing me a paper back book only a few inches thick. "It gives you all sorts of good details on how to make what your wanting to make, the supplies should all be in the chemical room, and I think there's a few crushed up marbles in there as well. Nails are in the cupboard, along with a few other things, just follow that book to the letter and you'll be all set."

I look at the book, there's nothing writtenon the paper. "Is this parts in the anarchist cookbook that you wrote down?" I ask half joking, half serious. I could have sworn I saw a copy in her desk at one point.

She laughs at that. "Oh please, like that guy can withstand what I cook up." 'I think I found my first human I'm officially scared of.' You haven't seen jack yet buddy. "now, move along, I've got some kids to oversee before they blow up half the school."

I let her go do her thing and start to read the book, I found meticulous notes on how to make a couple of good concoctions that were right up my market, of which I am not going to name. So I went into the chemical room and started to find everything I was going to need and setting them out. I barely registered the sound of the bell till Kerry walked in with some scorch marks on her lab coat and a few soot marks on her face.

"How the heck they got that crap on the ceiling, I will never know." She remarks wryly.

"Wait, what?" I ask her worriedly.

"Oh, something went wrong with the potassium chlorate and gummy bear demo, a molten piece of bear hit the ceiling, or at least it was the bear."

"Wow, anything else you should warn me about?"

"Actually, the plastic jug on the floor out there as methanol gas built up in it, so don't start smoking." She joked.

"Okay then, I'll see you when you get back from the cafeteria then?"

She shook her head and went out of the room. I went back to packing the powder in a metal pipe and drilling the hole in the tube when I felt a chill go up my spine, and an all to familiar purr in my head.

"Hey kid, what the hell ya making?" I hear Dante say

"Indeed." Says Vergil.

Crap, and would you shut the hell up!

Alucardismaster: Yeah, I know that this chapter was basically long and drawn out, but hey, I needed some form of filler. As for my other story, I am working on it, I'm just trying to get over the embarrassment of writing a few words and not making it sound utterly trashy. As always, leave a review and comment at the end.