Dante made it to his apartment. He slammed his guns and sword on the bed still in their holders and sat down. He cupped his face in his hands and began to rub his head. He was a little tired. He had been hunting that demon down all day and could not find him.
Dante sat there for about twenty minutes until he finally decided to go looking for the demon again. Grabbing his weapons, he got up and walked down the hall. He got to the head of the steps when he dodged to his right and pressed himself up against the wall. He didn't know why. It was like a reflex reaction to something he wasn't quite sure of yet. He listened to the noises down stairs.
He heard a very deep machine-like voice. "I know he's here. Save yourself the pain and tell me which room he's in."
Dante heard another voice. The old black man. "He's upstairs in room six!" Dante rolled his eyes. Knowing full well that the enquirer was Overkill and that the old black man was dead.
He then heard a scream and then a crushing, tearing sound. He heard a small laugh come from the killer cyborg. Dante listened as a rumbling sound came in small intervals. He knew it was Overkill walking up the stairs. He calmly walked back to his room for the killer cyborg. He didn't come though.
He busted back out the door and was ready to fight the huge machine monster but he saw nothing. He heard nothing. Dante looked around trying to catch a hint of the killer. He knew he was somewhere close because the brimstone smell was abundant in the hallway. He could literally taste the stink of Hell the smell was so strong.
He suddenly saw Overkill burst out of one of the rooms and look at him directly. Dante stared at him right back. Dante was wondering why Overkill had come looking for him. He didn't wonder for too long.
"Mr. Dante. Your suffering is to be dealt out by the request of Mr. Wynn."
Dante just cocked his head in disgust. He made a small huff of surprise at the stupidity. "Really? One: It's just Dante. Two: Mr. Wynn is an idiot for sending you to do his dirty work. I mean let's face it, you obviously are no match for me."
Overkill was surprised. "What? I will rip you apart and then drink your blood!"
"That's just nasty! Has anybody ever told you, you may want to seek mental counseling?"
Overkill growled at Dante. A slight bit of slobber drooling from his mouth.
Dante just looked at Overkill menacingly. "You spit on my coat I swear to God…"
Overkill charged Dante and rammed him through the wall behind them. They both crashed through and fell with a bounce on the pavement. They crashed down like two cars that fell from the sky. Both of them rolling off in a different direction. Overkill was the first to his feet while Dante took a little more time for recuperation.
When they were both up, Overkill again made the first offensive maneuver. Overkill raised his arm high and was going to plant it right into Dante's head but Dante quickly got out his sword and reflected the attack. Overkill's arm bounced off the steel blade and he went tripping backwards. Dante then jumped up in the air and swung his sword like a tornado. He landed two slices with his sword and almost cut Overkill's arm and head off. Overkill was knocked back some but only for a few seconds. He came back with a barrage of bullets from his knuckles. There were four, small machine guns in his knuckles and he trained them right on Dante with his left hand. Dante dodged every one though and got up enough strength to plunge his sword deep into Overkill's hand.
There was a minuet spark of blue electricity that came out of Overkill's hand. The spark was followed by a small burst of flames. He flung his damaged hand away from Dante which ripped the sword from Dante's grip. Overkill flung his arm side to side just once and the sword flew onto the ground. Overkill then slammed his burning fist into the ground and the flame went out.
He raised his head up to see where Dante was and Dante was still standing in the same spot. He had his two guns out and was just giving Overkill this smirk. Dante then let loose with a few blasts from his guns. Overkill was rocked a bit and went back a step or two. Continuing the assault, Dante rolled over to his sword and picked it up. He then got back on his feet still shooting at the lumbering hulk of metal.
Dante kept the onslaught up until he was close enough in the streets to get his sword close. He again went for the air tornado strike but this time Overkill was ready. He grabbed the sword with his good hand and then slammed Dante into the ground while he was still holding onto the blade.
Dante fell hard and made an indentation in the ground. Overkill ripped the sword from his hand and again threw it to the ground. After that, he grabbed Dante's coat by the back and picked him straight up. He then forced Dante's face towards his messed up hand. He was going to mangle his face in the mangled metal!
Dante brought his hands up just in time and held onto Overkill's arm straining not to be forced into the horrid machinery. Dante brought up his feet and nailed Overkill right in the bottom jaw. Overkill's jaw flashed with blue voltage but didn't burst into flames like last time with his hand destroying it.
Overkill took a step back at the shot and Dante flipped right back onto his feet. He had enough time to pick up his sword and go for another blow. This time he got Overkill in the leg. He drove his sword deep into his knee cap. About five trails of blue voltage traveled up the sword from the knee and Overkill fell off of it. Dante ripped his sword out before he fell to the ground. Overkill crashed into the ground like a huge metal boulder and began staring at his destroyed knee.
Dante walked over to Overkill and said, "I've faced things bigger and stronger then you before. Like that bunny rabbit that bit that kid's hand. I tell you, that Mr. Hopper was quite the nuisance. "
He raised his sword up and was about to chop Overkill's head off when Overkill raised his hand up in a plea gesture. "Don't, You're right! I should have known better then to mess with you."
Dante slowly lowered his sword and looked at Overkill looking like some kind of gentile giant. Dante just smiled and said, "That's alright, it's okay. Just doing what you were told." Overkill shook his head in embarrassed agreement. Dante put his sword on his shoulders and began to walk away turning his back on Overkill. He was about to put his sword back in its sheath when he was suddenly rammed into a brick wall.
With sick delight Overkill smiled as he then got close to Dante's ear and said, "The boss just wanted me to damage you a bit but now I think I'll just kill you!"
Dante turned his head to speak. And said, "Well, if you want to kill me, let me give you some advise."
Dante grabbed his sword strongly and then rammed it backwards right into Overkill's stomach. He jumped out of the hole and forced him straight into a car on the opposite side of the road. Dante then leaned back and said, "Don't let me do that!"
Dante ripped his sword from Overkill and turned to face him. Overkill was bent backwards over this destroyed car. He was almost stuck there. Lots of those blue electrical bolt were jumping out of his gapping wound. He put his damaged hand over it in agony from the attack. Overkill was mortally wounded. He wouldn't last long and Dante knew this.
He finally got out and Dante was about to strike but Overkill got him first. He took his good hand and launched a small missile from it. Dante just smiled at the missile and jumped on it. With one foot he balanced on it and flipped it around and sent it right back Overkill's way. Overkill dodged out of the way and fell to the ground.
The car was blasted into pieces becoming a fiery mess of rubber and steel. Overkill laid on the ground getting worse by the minute. He looked up at Dante and asked, "Who the hell are you?"
"Dante - duh."
Dante raised his sword again and again Overkill raised his hand in a plea motion. Dante's wasn't going to fall for it this time but this time was different. This time, Overkill wrapped his good hand around Dante's head and got a good grip on it. Dante went down at the crushing power. Overkill got up with Dante still in hand.
He then spun around and rammed Dante right through a building opposite the burning car. When Overkill rammed him straight through that, he rammed him through another building and they came out on another street. He then rammed him through another and again they came out on another street. Overkill repeated this five times before the two finally came to a nasty street and Overkill dropped Dante from exhaustion.
Overkill dropped to one knee as now both his hands covered the hole in his stomach. Dante shook off the rubble from the buildings and stared at Overkill. Dante knew that Overkill didn't have much time left.
He began to lift his sword again when he saw across the way - the demon! The demon he had been looking for. The general of Hell. Hell Spawn! He looked at Spawn and Spawn back at him as a humongous demon came crashing through a wall at Spawn. This demon was big and Dante could feel a strong brimstone presence about it.
Dante first had to finish off Overkill though. He raised his sword and was about to cut Overkill's head off. Suddenly, Overkill sprang to life. He raised his damaged arm and Dante's sword came crashing down on it. The blade was now stuck in the hunk of metal. Then Overkill raised up his good hand and had a huge missile come out of it. Dante watched as the projectile fired out of an opening that had formed in Overkill's hand. He saw as the missile glided out and went straight for his face. Dante swiftly took one hand off the hilt of his sword and aimed one of his guns straight for the missile. The barrel and the missile came mere millimeters from each other. Dante had only time to fire one shot but it was enough.
The bullet made the missile exploded and both Overkill and Dante were blown away. Dante landed on the left side of the street while Overkill was severally damaged over in the corner of a building. Dante was the first to rise to his feet. He looked over at Overkill and saw that most of his right torso side was gone. Thousands of blue electric bolts jumped out of him. He was breathing very heavy and his metal body was laying on the ground. He was finished.
Dante slowly walked over with his sword still in hand. He raised it up and as Overkill lied there, damaged beyond repair, Dante hesitated. He slowly put his sword back down and knelt down to come eye-to-eye with Overkill. "Hey, you listening?"
Overkill's head slightly moved towards Dante's. Dante grabbed Overkill by the head and looked at him. Those red, glowing, machine-like eyes ready to be dim forever. Flickering like a bulb ready to burn out. Dante spoke, "If your still alive, better get Wynn on the hotline. Tell him I'm coming after him next!"
Dante angrily let go of his head and put his sword back in his sheath. He looked at Overkill for a split second and then said, "Too easy."
Dante then turned and walked away. He ripped out his guns and saw Spawn and the big, white-skinned, lizard-like demon still going to town on each other. Dante was more then willing to make it a three way fight.