He is Real

Chapter 47

Warnings: (Can't find the lemon) gore, language

*Author's Note: Hmm, couple more, then it's over to the Devil May Cry story, also by DestinedShadow, which I will be editing, and do have her permission to bring over.

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"Get off of me, you mangy mutt!" Rivera cried out. She began kicking her leg to get him free, but Pongo held a tight grip.

He growled as she shook him. You held on your neck, breathing heavily and spitting out a few more drops of blood.

Hearing the footsteps of Leon, you turned your attention to him. But before he could get to you, a Ganado stepped in his way, throwing down an axe at his wake. Leon quickly took a step back, aiming his gun. Your eyes shot towards a woman who came behind him, Leon was oblivious. You tried to warn him but the pain that throbbed in your neck ceased the voice that would escape from your blood stained lips.

Jessica turned and shot at the woman quickly before aiming at another man. A sigh of relief worked its way up your throat and you began to stand up, your balance shaky. You held your head, feeling light-headedness. When you recovered, you drew out your TMP and aimed the bright red laser towards Rivera. She had finally kicked off Pongo, throwing the dog back a few feet. It's body slid against the grass, slowly beginning to get up for another attack on one of the Ganados. You pulled the trigger and she quickly dodged all the rapid bullets. You heard the cock of a shotgun then looked beyond Rivera to see Luis was aiming for her back.

He winked and you gave a nod as you jumped away while he shot at her. Unfortunately, the bullets only penetrated the bark of the tree while she stepped out of the way. Deciding to catch her off guard, you tried to aim for her again until a Ganado got in your way. Damn it, we can't do anything with these people here. If only all of us could get to Rivera without interruption, this thought fled from your mind as you jumped away from a slow attack. You took the opportunity to shoot at him, his body flinching from every puncture wound. You pulled the trigger, instantly hearing an empty click, making your eyes grow wide.

"Shit," you cussed. You brought your hand to your holster, searching for an extra clip to replace the empty ammo. The man recovered from his injuries quite quickly, and continued his attack. He took a few steps before swinging his pitch fork. You slowly began to panic and dropped the clip over the dried grass. You gazed back up, frozen. Suddenly the man was tackled down, a familiar bark heard. Pongo put his weight hard over the man as he thrashed around. "Good boy," you said, kneeling down and looking for the clip you had just dropped.

Your hands gripped the cold metal, grasping it as you dropped the empty clip, replacing it instantly. Once you had reloaded, you instructed Pongo to get off the man and shot him. He disintegrated to the ground. As many more Ganados ambushed, you passed them, running towards Emily. She still stood in a doll like position, never blinking, never moving.

Before you reached her, you slid on your knees, the grass staining your jeans; you placed your TMP into its holster and brought your hands to her shoulders. You shook her gently.

"Emily, wake up! Please, snap out of it!" you shouted.

"Your attempt is useless," Rivera spoke. "She is lost to you now!" with this shouted Rivera smacked you away at a great distance. You grunted as you fell against something, being cushioned from the hard dirt. You turned seeing that you had knocked Jessica off her feet.

"Aw, man..." she groaned, holding her side, "get off of me."

"Sorry," you apologized and got up, holding out a hand for her. Jessica lifted her hand to take it but she suddenly stopped. You watched her oddly when she lifted her rifle. You turned to get a glimpse of a man whom attempted to grab your neck. Diving out of the way, Jessica immediately took aim, blasting his head clean off. Rippling and bubbling sounds were then heard. Tentacles pierced out of the man's neck, whipping dangerously. The skin of the tentacles was a strange peach sort of color. Wait a minute... you began to remember the other parasites and the colour they once were. Yellow makes you paralyzed, and green is poisonous...so what does peach do? Jessica continued to try to shoot at it, but not able to aim as straight as she hoped. The man was coming closer and as she was trying to back up with the help of her elbows, she couldn't properly aim.

"Jessica! Get away from it!" Luis had shouted as he ran your way. But he had been too late, the tentacle whipped at Jessica, slashing across her dark purple T-shirt. Surprised that the whip didn't slash her skin, she sighed until noticing that a strange liquid was beginning to eat away at the fabric from the cut. That one has acid! "Take off your shirt now!" Luis ordered as he shot at the man, blowing him off his feet from the force of the bullet. Jessica obeyed obediently and hurried to pull it off, careful not to have the liquid brush against her skin. She threw it to the floor, the acid quickly devouring the shirt in a matter of seconds. Jessica hugged over her chest, embarrassed at having only a bra covering her chest now. Luis began unbuttoning his dress shirt--he wasn't wearing his vest for once--and handed it to her, now standing topless.

"Here, amour, put this on." She nodded, putting it around her.

You stood up, turning after hearing a strange noise of an object cutting through air. An axe was thrown at your direction.

Suddenly a gun shot was followed by it and the weapon fell instantly to the ground.

"You okay?" Leon asked, running up to your side.

You gave a nod and gazed back towards the lifeless child. "I'm fine, but I don't know how to get through to Emily." You gazed back to him, your eyebrows furrowed with worry. "Please, Leon, tell me we don't have to kill her, too..." Leon's expression saddened, unsure of what to say.

"You would kill a poor, helpless, innocent child?" Rivera spoke up.

"I wouldn't talk if I were you, you fucking hypocrite!" Jessica shouted, buttoning up the last button of the dress shirt that laid loosely over her figure.

Rivera raised a hand, ceasing the movement of all the Ganados in the area. Their obedient loyalty stopped them in their tracks. Rivera lowered her hand. "I merely just placed the Las Plagas inside her body, is that as bad as killing her?"

"You made a lifeless puppet out of her! Using her for your malicious plans, I'd say that's bad enough," you remarked.
"The child is needed for my success, she's feeling no pain or emotion as of now, and I think I saved her from the suffering. I think she would have gone mad to be all alone, her grandmother abandoning her. Besides, I always wondered what it would have been like to have a daughter." A sadistic smile appeared on her lips.

You narrowed your eyes. "She will never become your daughter!" You pulled out your TMP and shot at her. It was a futile attempt, you knew. She was always a step ahead, and her agility just added to the fire of death.

"Ataque," she said in her native tongue. "Rip them into shreds." The Ganados advanced with a piercing battle cry.

"We can't go on like this," Luis said, lifting his shotgun. "We need a plan."

"Yeah," Leon nodded in agreement. "Stick together, and aim sharp...we'll get through this." With that advice behind your backs, everyone lifted their weaponry and began shooting out the small army. You groaned as you felt cold steel rip against your skin, but still you went on. Rivera stood by Emily, her arms crossed, her laugh echoing in the air. This was all a game to her, and she had the upper hand. She had greater strength, incredible speed, and a sharp mind with an army of Ganados under her belt. As you took steps back along with the group, the heel of your shoe hit against the barrel of your rifle that Rivera had smacked away.

"Cover me," you said, placing your TMP back in its holster and bending to grab your rifle. You lifted right back up and shot against the men and women, the shooting power far greater.

"Your reliability on guns won't last, especially against this." Rivera gestured towards a woman, her face covered in blood stained bandages, her left eye only visible. She began pulling the cord of a yellow chainsaw in her hand, the engine roaring. Grunting with frustration, you took another step back.

"Luis, don't shoot at her until she's too close," Leon informed.

"Got it, amigo," Luis replied and cocked his shotgun, the gun shells falling down to the ground with a clink.

"Jessica, ________, save your bullets for the people, we got the chainsaw," Leon ordered.

"Okay," Jessica and you said in unison. The chainsaw woman strode forward, her roaring weapon held high as she moved forward, pushing past the others. You and Jessica took care of the people in front of the pack, making sure they didn't get an inch closer. The woman with the chainsaw had made her way to the front, and instantly, Leon and Luis pulled the triggers of their shotguns, blowing her back along with the others. You began looking around as you continued to shoot, your worry radiating.

"Guys? Where's Pongo?" you asked them.

Jessica began searching around. "I don't know. I lost track of him."

"Shit," you cussed under your breath. It was not the time to be looking for Pongo on the grounds, there were too many Ganados ahead, and there was no way they would let you pass without one scratch.

"I see him," Luis said. "He's over there by Emily." You tried looking beyond the crowd, but because of your height there was no way you would be able to gaze over all those heads.

"I can't see. What is he doing?"

Luis sighed. "He's trying to get through to her..." The sadness in his voice told you that it was not a nice scene to witness.

You could imagine it in your mind, Pongo licking Emily's hand, trying to get her attention, but still she stood there like a marble statue.

"Pathetic excuse for a mutt, there is nothing you can do," Rivera said, starring down at it with an intimidating stare. The dog whined, his tail no longer wagging. The poor thing...even Pongo wants her back.

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*Author's Note: If only Emily stayed this way from the begining, things are somewhat quieter now.