Devil May Cry

Dimensions to your world and the next

Chapter 40

Warnings: Language and violence, as far I as I can tell....

*Author's Note: Okay, so last one for today. Oh, and I guess none of the enemies have really come yet. Could be this chapter, could be some more later on.

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Dante kept a steady drive on the even road. The ride was a smooth glide towards your destination. He made it in his power to avoid any potholes found on the gray pavement considering you were fast asleep at the seat beside him, your arms embracing the book against your chest. Dante took a short glance towards you, a smile forming on his lips as he gazed towards your at eased figure. It has been a long drive, just going down the straight road, the scenery of forests and farms at each of the vehicles sides. You fell asleep after starring at the continuous forest that seemed to go on forever, your eyes drooping as you became bored to the point of dormancy. Dante had lowered the volume on the radio for your convenience but it was not needed. The music was so far off to the back of your mind that it was nothing but a light whisper.

Dante sighed, starring down the road, feeling that warm isolation from residence. The police was off your trail--so far--and there was no distraction around. No sign of Aeon at all, leaving Dante to hold up high security. Aeon could be holding back for a surprise attack. But something in Dante's mind told him Aeon had something else in mind, something worse. While Dante pressed against the gas pedal gently, forcing the vehicle to quicken its speed, he caught a glimpse of someone, or rather something. It flashed before his eyes like the bulb of a flash light and vanished out of sight. He averted his gaze around, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair.

"Dante, I think you've been driving too long," he told himself. He blinked a few times, focusing back his eyesight before that same image appeared as if that disgusting creature he saw once before was right in front of his eyes. And there it went, disappearing as if never there. From the brief distraction, Dante slightly swerved the car before gaining back his control. What the hell was wrong with him? Was he going absolutely insane? Or was he lacking of so much sleep that he has begun to become delusional. At any rate, he tried keeping his mind away from one and all thoughts. His plan had been working until that image appeared again, a black creature swiping its clawed hands towards him.

"Shit!"

Dante was startled from the sudden misconception, swerving the vehicle once again to the point that he almost lost complete control of the steering. What the hell...? he asked himself. He ran his hand down his face, bringing the car back on its appropriate lane. He took a quick glance towards you, wondering if you had been disturbed, but you were still unconscious, breathing soundly. Dante couldn't regard this as insanity; he knew he wasn't insane because he felt something deep within him. It couldn't be...was that fear? But he wasn't afraid; this wasn't his emotion, then how? Okay, so insanity wasn't too far off. First, he was seeing things that weren't really there, and now he's beginning to feel emotions that weren't even his. He felt this once before, earlier back in the castle the two of you have been captive.

"Stay...stay away!" shouted a voice confined in his very mind.

That wasn't his conscience warning him, that was another voice, a voice of a female. And it sounded identical to yours.

How could that be? Why was he hearing your voice in his mind? Suddenly he heard whimpering. He brought his eyes towards your figure. Your body seemed to be shivering, your brow furrowed with worry, your lips trembling, trying to form a word, at least that was what it seemed. Dante already recognized your actions, releasing his suspicions that you were just having a harmless nightmare.

"Stay away..." you whispered in your sleep.

Dante shot his eyes back at you. He could have sworn he heard your voice in his mind, along with his ears, like surround sound. And then, a swarm of images flashed over his eyes, blinding his sight for the moment, flashes of creatures, black creatures in resemblance of the Armmedesson's that followed Aeon. And then, he caught sight of you, running, panting, scratches found everywhere around your body as you grew tired. The image then dispersed as quickly as it appeared. Dante's focus was back on the road as he gazed in awe. Had he just watched a small episode of your nightmare? He heard heavy breathing come by his side, his concentration now set on you as you had just awoken abruptly. Your breathing calmed after a few deep breaths.

You laughed lightly. "Man...What a freaky nightmare."

"Are...you okay?" Dante asked with caution, completely confused beyond existence.

You smiled warmly. "Yeah."

"What was it about?" If Dante got the answer he was searching for, than this would prove that he hadn't gone over the edge, there had to be a reasonable explanation.

"Um, I was walking down this deserted road. No one at all was around, and then those...things that are always with Aeon, you know, those weird scrawny creatures? A bunch of them appeared out of no where and all began chasing me, speaking with creepy voices to submit to them. I don't know. It was just a stupid nightmare; I think I need to get out of this car before I really lose it."

Dante was silent, turning back towards the road. He was visioning your dream, as if he had this strange connection with you, feeling every emotion you felt, seeing everything you feared. He needed answers to these many questions that were forming in his mind. He needed to get to the hospital quickly; he needed to have a private chat with Lucinda about this abnormal talent he had obtained shortly. This was indeed not a new skill he had developed, no, this was a gift given to him. And it made him wonder if you were given the same talent, if you could feel everything he felt, if you could see things that were embedded deep within his mind. But he didn't dare ask you, he wouldn't really know where to begin explaining. Before mentioning it to you, he would ask advice and confirmation from Lucinda. She must know something to call this...

"Dante, are you alright?"

"I agree we need some fresh air, now."

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*Author's Note: Hmm, so a move has been made. Could be the next five chapters that something happens.