The Last Spartan
Yo, Hestic again. So here's chapter two and if you're reading this then you've made my day. Oh, yeah, I write before I type so if you need to know anything or want sneak peaks just ask!
Disclaimer: I still don't own Devil May Cry, though how cool would that be if I did? And as much as I know Evalen is still mine muwahahaha!!
Chapter 2: Evalen stalked up the dark stairwell to her brown steel door. After pulling out her keys she unlocked the dead bolt and continued to enter her dingy apartment. Fixing herself a simple meal of grilled cheese and corn then sat down to do her homework.
She had finished everything except for English Literature when she realized she had forgotten her textbook in her desk.
"Great. Now I have to go back to that Hell Hole to get that damn book." She groaned and pulled on a jacket while slipping on some shoes. Forgetting to lick her door she dashed down the metal stairs and headed for school.
Quietly and stealthily she opened the door being sure not to disturb the Night Class, or further more letting them know she was there.
Peeking thru the window to her English Literature classroom was clear she snuck in and made her way to the far end of the dark room to her desk. Opening the top she retrieved her textbook and turned to leave when the classroom florescent lights flickered on. Evalen squinted in the brightness.
"Well, well, well. Just what do we have here?" A boy slightly older than her asked.
"I forgot my book. I was just on my way out." She eyed him coolly.
"You're from the Day Class?" he guessed.
"Yup."
"You're not supposed to be here. At night the school is ours."
"Yes, as that may be, however, tomorrow morning I have an assignment due and I do believe that gives me enough reason to be here. Don't you think?" she asked slightly sarcastically
"I don't think you know who you're talking to, human" The boy sneered, his eyes glowing dark.
Evalen walked forwards to the door. "It's true I don't know you, boy, but this subject is closed. I have what I came for and have no reason to stay." She tried to edge around him and his group, but someone pushed her down.
"Trent!" A silver haired boy marched down the hall.
"Nero! Sir, what are you doing down here?" the boy asked stupidly.
"I heard you making a ruckus and came to investigate."
"Well, you see. This Human, she was in here and we were trying to persuade her to leave, but you know how her kind is! Always so stubborn, so we simply gave her a push towards the door!" Trent said in a rush so most of his words were slurred.
"Is it true?" Nero looked to Evalen.
She stood up holding her book and brushed herself off before looking him in the eyes. "Look, I don't know if being up this late makes ya'll cranky and frankly I don't care. However, if anyone here sticks their hands on me again I'll be tearing them off." She said flatly, the boys behind her snickered but Nero simply looked at her solemnly.
"Trent." He said finally.
"Yes?"
"Escort the young lady to the door. Make sure she leaves school grounds safely." Nero ordered
"But!" Trent started to protest when Evalen spoke up.
"I don't need a babysitter." She turned and stalked off.
One of the boys made a hissing sound just before she was out of earshot. Then she heard something hard come in contact with skin.
Evalen went home and did her assignment. The next day when she entered her English Literature class she noticed a splotch of blood on the door frame.
Months passed and everyone dismissed the incident from their immediate memory.