Hey everyone, I'm back! :D Sorry I took so long, I had two exams. And a cold (still got it, but It's almost over.) Oh, and my brother got the new DmC game. So if anyone could get distracted, you know it's going to be me! xD I'm at mission 14 or something, but damn! Ninja Theory worked the stick out of Vergil's ass and turned it into a pimp-cane! Anyway, I kind of have a bone to pick with my old man. He's a bit of an expert when it comes to stuff like social studies; History, Geography, et cetera. But he's a big fan of World War II. I might have inherited that affinity for history as well. I happen to be oddly fascinated by the slang of that era, so I borrowed my Dad's book F.U.B.A.R. (Fouled/Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition.) Soldier slang of WWII. Seeing as the three main characters of this story are based off of myself and two of my friends, my character is now stuck with this knowledge and uses it whenever it works in a conversation. My apologies in advance. If you'd like, I can identify whichever terms I got from the book and define them. Just send a PM or something.

As I seem to be forgetting this part often: Devil May Cry is not mine, it belongs to both Capcom and Ninja Theory. All I own is one of the three hapless teens. FFVII95 owns Shawn and ThisKittyHasClaws94 owns Keeley.

Welcome to Hell~I mean Fortuna!

Chapter Two-First Time Around

The first things Kate remembered after being dragged through her TV screen were the sounds and smells of the ocean. Next was the sensation of falling, then pain from hitting solid ground. Unaware that she'd closed them at some point, Katelyn slowly opened her eyes. Keeley and Shawn were close by, doing the same thing. Looking around, the three noticed boats to their left and right, obscuring most of their surrounding view. At their feet were wood, indicating that they were standing on a dock of some kind. Getting up, they walked over to each other.

"What just happened? More importantly WHERE the Hell are we?" Keeley asked, a bit shaken.

"See, this is why I play Xbox. NO FUCKING TENTACLE-MONSTERS!" Shawn griped before looking around. "This place looks familiar…and it's starting to piss me off." The other two nodded in agreement.

"If you two are okay with keeping the eye down for a bit, I can try to do some reconnaissance?" Kate offered.

"Sounds good. Don't get caught." Shawn said.

"Yeah. It might not do much, but we'll see what we can find out around here." Keeley replied. The brunette looked over at the nearest boat. There was a ladder on the side that she could reach if she jumped, handy considering that she was only around five feet and an inch or two. Backing up from her target, she looked around. Shawn and Keeley nodded before starting their own investigations, but other than that they were alone. For now. Kate focused back to the task at hand and started to dash to the boat's hull. Channeling everything she's seen from the Assassin's Creed games, she took two steps up the boat's surface before reaching and taking hold of the second-lowest rung. It was kind of a funny sight, watching her make her way up with her feet dangling uselessly beneath her for a few minutes.

Pulling herself over the side, Kate checked around again. Still no one around. Keeping low, she prowled across the deck, seeking a higher vantage point. There was a small stairway leading to another ladder, but if she took it she'd lose any means of cover. Glancing around for a third time, Kate huffed and went up. On the second deck she could see a bit more, however the side she wanted to see more of was blocked by the other ship. Sighing, Kate made her way up the ladder, noting in concern how the sky was getting darker. Night was falling. The climb itself felt like it took five minutes, she mused as she lifted herself onto the Crow's Nest.

"Synchronization." She muttered as she observed their new surroundings. If they went from their starting point and made a left, they would reach the main area. They wouldn't need to worry about standing out from the crowds, because there were no crowds to stand out from. Upon further inspection, the brunette realized that Shawn was on to something when he muttered about this place feeling familiar.

"Oh…shit." Without another word, she tried to calm down before reporting to her friends. The trip down was quicker than her ascent, much to Shawn and Keeley's surprise. "So…" Kate started as she reached her friends, uncertain as to how to break the news to them.

"Well that doesn't sound ominous…" Keeley muttered.

"What did you find?" Shawn asked. Taking a deep breath, Kate mumbled a soft "here goes" before continuing.

"To put it simply, that tentacle-"

"Please don't call it that? That thing was fucking creepy!" Shawn interrupted, pleading. His outburst broke the growing tension in the air, for which Kate was thankful.

"Hey, you've got to admit, it could have been much worse." Kate chuckled. Keeley crossed her arms.

"It's getting dark out, so what were you saying earlier, Kate?" Taking a breath, Kate nodded.

"Right. Well, the situation is mostly unchanged, still fucked up something fierce. But I think I know where we are." She said, motioning for them to follow her as she began to head towards the main area. "C'mon guys, this will be easier to show than to say." Shawn and Keeley followed curiously.

"Wait…this isn't Port Caerula, is it?" Keeley asked. In silence, Kate nodded. "No wonder this place felt familiar. Son of a Barrel." Shawn griped. Kate chuckled.

"I agree that this is fucked up beyond belief, but it's getting dark so we need to haul ass and find someplace we can hide for a bit." She explained. Once they reached the area before the drawbridge, a chill went up Kate's spine.

"Pay attention, Girl. It's getting closer." A voice ordered. Looking around, all Kate saw were her friends.

"What's getting closer? Where and who the shitting hell are you?" the confused girl asked the air.

"What are you doing, Katie? We're the only ones here." Shawn said. Her stomach felt like it was going into knots.

"Oh shit, Katie! Watch your six!" Keeley yelled in warning. Kate rolled out of the way just in time to avoid a Scarecrow.

"Son of a FUCK!" she growled.

"Did I not tell you to pay attention? Foolish human…" the voice deadpanned. Another string of curses escaped as she kept an eye on the demon.

"Sorry Charlie…" she retorted sarcastically, "but it's hard to follow advice when it's given by someone who's not fucking there!"

There was one thing in particular that annoyed her about this voice: Kate knew she'd heard it somewhere before, and somewhat often, but she couldn't put her finger on where or put a face to the voice. She tried, but it was like all she got was static.

"I'm standing right next to you, if you would only look. Foolish girl." The voice said solemnly. By the tone, she now realized the voice belonged to a man. It sounded clearer on her left side, so she took a chance with the Scarecrow and looked. There was nothing at first, but then a dark blue mist became visible.

"A ghost? Great, no wonder they couldn't hear you. Damn Elizabethan-era superstitions…" she muttered. For those who are unaware, in the Elizabethan era (Shakespeare's time) it was believed that ghosts would haunt the living for one of several reasons: they might have a warning for someone, they could be seeking revenge for some reason (these ghosts were usually murdered in life), or they could just be seeking a proper burial. They took the appearance of what they looked like in death (Think of Nearly-headless Nick or the Headless horsemen), and they were only ever visible to one person: whoever it is they're haunting. Which, at this point in time, was Katie. The mist rippled as a chuckling sound emanated from it.

"So, you're not as much of a fool as I first thought. No matter…" he mused before lunging at the confused brunette. It seemed to shift from as it got close enough, like it was trying to wrap itself around her. "Take it easy, girl, it's not like I'm going to hurt you." He chided as his would-be host began to struggle. "If you keep resisting, your friends might die." That made her pause.

"What?!" The mist gently wrapped itself tighter around her.

"As you may have guessed, I have unfinished business in this world, for which I have need of a body." He explained, amused at her quickening pulse. The man smirked. Yes, it was actually the ghost of a man. However, this phantom mused, he must have been the first she's ever encountered. The fact that she could only hear him at first implied that he caused a latent power to manifest. "Then here we have you and your friends, unable to defend against a low-class demon with all your abilities combined. All because it took advantage of your shared moment of vulnerability."

"Katie! What the fuck are you doing? Keeley's hurt!" Shawn yelled. He couldn't see what rendered her immobile, she couldn't even scream. The specter moved so he stood before her, leaning close to whisper in her ear.

"This is why you need power…power I could give you in abundance. Do you see where I'm going with this, Katie?" During his explanation, Katelyn noticed a change in her eyesight. The mist which trapped her took on a more humanoid appearance. Gold-trimmed blue sleeves, cold and smooth voice, the revelation of his identity all but slapped her in the face, but she didn't dare say anything about it to him.

"My body, in exchange for your power?" she asked softly, "…fine. So long as my friends don't die." He chuckled, pulling away from her ear.

"A wise choice, girl. Just close your eyes, you won't feel a thing." The blue-clad phantom smirked. Glacial blue eyes met gold-streaked brown before the latter closed them in submission.

"You win." She whispered. "Just do it."

Originally, this chapter was supposed to be longer. Three pages, written, front and back. But I decided it was too long, so I split it in half. I'll upload the second half, which I've dubbed as my third chapter, soon. Just need to type it...Anyhow, y'all know the drill: read, review. I'll update soon.