A/N: I would just like to say I greatly appreciated all of the reviews, follows, and favorites! Really, you guys are amazing, and it pushed me to hurry up with this chapter so I could get it out for you guys! Honestly, seeing the positive feedback really made my day, and I hope you enjoy this chapter equally as much as the last. Next chapter will include a little surprise that I think you guys will all enjoy, so have a wonderful rest of your day and stay tuned!

Chapter 2: Come on Puppy, Let's Go!

Sun rays slipped through the ramshackle blinds of Dante's trailer, and warmed his bare chest that was riddled with various scratches and bite marks from the previous night. He had been staring at up at the ceiling for a good ten minutes now, yet he couldn't find the motivation to actually get up. A headache had formed over his right eye, and the constant noise from the TV wasn't helping.

Dante turned his head slightly, only to see a grainy recording of the city's new masked crusader going on about how the demons controlled their lives, and he wanted to stop them. Did people still have hope for this world? He scoffed and shook his head. There was no saving this city. The only thing that Dante would save was a beer bottle that threatened to roll off the table near the end of his bed.

Slowly, he sat up, still plagued with sleep, and grabbed the half empty bottle taking a quick sip. A small sigh escaped his lips before he concentrated just enough so his wounds would heal. In only a few seconds, the cuts and bruises reverted back to smooth skin, yet despite his regenerative abilities, Dante's head still pounded.

As he looked at the bottle, he spotted some red lipstick letters written on his left arm. From one of the girls no doubt. Hell of a night, Call us!. Fat chance that would happen. Dante didn't like attachments, and these girls were nothing special.

"The masked lunatic you saw there claims to represent an organization called The Order." The plump news anchor Bob Barbas announced. Dante half listened as the anchor continued to speak. Personally, Dante couldn't care less about matters that didn't directly involve him and why should he? He wasn't a hero, or a knight in shining armor. No, he was a selfish being that had caused more harm in his life then good.

Bob went on about the so called terrorist, "I for one am not for the death penalty, so…there's only one way to do it; illegally shoot the son of a bitch."

This made Dante chuckle a bit before a banging on his door captured his attention. He was about to tell them to fuck off, but then he heard the plea.

"Dante, get out of there. You're in danger!" Confusion swept through him. How did she know my name? Dante had completely ignored her warning of danger, and instead focused on the simple fact that he actually had someone knocking on his door, and they knew his name. Nobody ever knocked on his door.

Lazily, he got up from his bed, tossing the beer bottle into a nearby corner of filth. His place really was a dump, but he liked it this way. The pizza boxes, beer bottles, and dirty dishes were all his. No one could take these things away from him, and it filled Dante with a sense of stability.

Sliding the door of his trailer open, he was immediately blinded by the sun. Using his hand to shield his eyes, he could make out a petite figure standing in front of him. She seemed a bit hesitant, and Dante wasn't sure if that was because of his good looks or the fact that he wasn't wearing anything at the moment. He decided to fuel his pride, and go with both.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

"You were careless. You left a trail. Now he's onto you." The girl confided to him in a hushed tone.

Dante tried to think back to someone who would be after him, and decided that he had taken care of anyone who he felt might have been a threat to him. "Am I supposed to know who you're talking about?" He asked in a bored tone.

The girl looked around before leaning in slightly. "The Hunter demon."

A demon. How scary, Dante thought.

Suddenly, the girl gasped and looked past the wharf, and out into the ocean. "He's here."

No sooner did the sky began to change into a blood red tint, and a monstrous demon rose from the water causing high waves to rock against the wharf. Patches of hair covered the demons ghoulish flesh, and when he opened his mouth to speak Dante could see the jagged teeth that lined its gums. "DANTE!" It roared as Dante took a few steps forward to face the beast.

"That's the name." Dante shouted back with a sardonic smirk before Kat piped up, "He's dragging you into Limbo. You're going to have to fight your way out."

"Demon scum." Dante murmured as he watched the entire pier being ripped apart. The rides derailed while the wooden boards cracked under some unknown pressure. Of course, this was usually what happened in Limbo, and Dante had grown used to chaotic scenery that came with it. "Bad day for a hangover." Dante added just as the Hunter Demon launched grappling hook headed straight for Dante.

With a quick roll, he easily dodged the oversize weapon, but to his dismay he found it attached to his trailer, his home. "Get your filthy fucking claw off my trailer!"

The demons face contorted into a twisted grin, and whipped the grappling hook back dragging the trailer with him. If Dante wouldn't have been graced with extraordinary abilities he surely would have been crushed, but that would have been just to boring of a way to go. Instead, he jumped back through his trailer all the while putting on his various articles of clothing. He couldn't spot his jacket or his guns which pissed him off, but he was in no position to be picky.

Wearing tight leather pants, an off white wife-beater, black gloves, and some combat boots he exited through a back window of his trailer quite gracefully, and once he landed on the pier he made sure his amulet was still around his neck. Even Dante didn't know why he had kept it all these years. Maybe it was because he had had it ever since he could remember, but he couldn't deny that there was a certain attachment.

Dante could only watch as his trailer flew towards the demon, and with a powerful smash, the demon crushed the trailer into oblivion. Everything Dante owned was suddenly gone except for the clothes on his back. An anger rose inside of him that made his blood boil.

"You missed." Dante spat only to find that it had retreated back under the water. He had forgotten all about the mystery girl, and instead was more preoccupied with fighting a group of five lesser Stygian. Their grotesque forms were blocking his path, and it's not as if Dante could simply ask them to step aside. Besides, he would enjoy ridding the world of some demon trash. Call it a civil service.

Luckily there was one weapon Dante would always have with him. Rebellion, forever with him in his times of need.

Drawing his sword that materialized on his back, Dante taunted the creatures. "Come on uglies, I ain't got all day." This made them enraged.

Let the games begin.

They charged at Dante, growling and sneering as the distance between them closed. He was surrounded, but not for long. One Stygian tried flanking him, but he sidestepped his blade while he slashed the monster across the chest with the Rebellion causing droplets of black blood to spray out of the wound. Hardly a killing blow, but it was enough to stagger his opponent. Two Stygian who were brave enough to face him head on prepared to attack, but Dante was faster. In one move, Dante had spun his body around completely with sword in hand, cutting off an arm of one of the Stygian while injuring the other one severely.

Still, they were determined to kill him. Even the one armed Stygian attempted to punch him as the others advanced on him quickly. Dante grabbed his fist, and used all of his strength to crush his hand causing the Stygian's knuckles to protrude from his skin. He skewered the demon on the end of his sword before throwing his lifeless body into the Stygian on his right as it turned to ash. They fell like dominoes and it allowed Dante to focus on the others. A slash across the demons chest could still be seen oozing blood from their encounter at the beginning of the fight. Dante roared as he lunged forward stabbing through the demons flesh multiple times as it cried out in pain before withering away.

Their cries of pain fueled his blood lust "Keep coming." he shouted, and with a few more swings of his sword he launched the other in the air, and cut it clean in half out of the sky. Only two Stygian were left, yet Dante's overconfidence in battle would be his downfall. His movements became more sluggish as his chance of victory seemed more likely. Dante noticed one of the Stygian had his sword raised a bit to late, and it slashed his side cutting through the cotton material of his shirt, piercing his flesh. He let out a small groan before attacking the demon relentlessly. Blow after blow before its body became a crumpled pile of limbs and soon ash.

One left. He kicked the demon backwards before lunging full force threw its abdomen. Dante gave his sword a little twist, and the demon screech. With a simple jerk of his arm, Dante gutted the foul beast, and before its intestines could hit the floor, it evaporated.

His side was still trickling blood, but it hardly phased him because he knew that once he was out of Limbo he could heal himself. If he got out of Limbo that is.

"Dante this way." a ghostly voice stated.

Dante looked towards the voice, but he couldn't see anyone. "Who said that?" he asked as he jogged towards the source until something caught his eye.

Dangling precariously from a purple bra, his guns Ebony and Ivory were just waiting for him to collect them. "My guns?" How they got there would remain a mystery seeing as he was thankful that they weren't lost in the wreckage.

As he started to make his way forward a bit, a bang behind him caused him to turn. Lo and behold, The Hunter had grappled the pier behind Dante, and with a flick of his wrist pulled the planks. One by one, they quickly fell away under Dante's feet. Sprinting, he had to dodge various trailers and debris that laid on the pier in addition to making sure that he didn't fall in the unstable waters.

This demon was becoming a real pain in Dante's ass.

He had almost made it to his guns when part of the pier was breaking off. The only thing that connected him to salvation was a rickety trailer dangling off the stable part of the pier. Dante glanced behind him and saw he had no other options. He jumped onto the end of the trailer, and he could feel that his weight had made it shift off the side. A slight wave of panic flowed through him as he forced his legs to move faster then they'd ever gone before putting Olympic sprinters to shame.

Reaching the end of the trailer, Dante jumped gracefully grabbing his guns before landing with ease. He actually felt foolish for even worrying a little.

"Ebony. Ivory. I missed you girls."

A clang from The Hunter caused Dante to whip around and shoot the monster in the face repeatedly. The bullets had zero affect on the being causing Dante to let out a frustrated sigh. The Hunter just gave Dante a sinister smile, and slipped back down into the dark recesses of the water.

It was then that something rolled against Dante's foot. Immediately, he recognized it to be the fiery grenade of a Bathos. Dante always thought the little pricks were one of the most annoying demons he had encounter.

Hurriedly, he jumped to the right evading the small explosion that could have dealt some serious damage if Dante had been unaware.

"Target Practice. Right on time." Drawing his guns, Dante could see there were four Bathos armed and ready coupled with two Stygian.

With precise accuracy and lightning speed, Dante made quick work of shooting through their fragile bodies causing them to wither away. One Bathos, had evaded his shots, and threw a grenade at his feet. With the Stygian charging him, Dante punted the small grenade at the two demons. When the grenade exploded an inferno of flame engulfed them, and melted their flesh. Just for good measure, Dante pumped a few rounds into each of the Stygian, and hacked down the last Bathos with the Rebellion.

A cocky grin formed on his face as he continued on forward.

"Dante!"

Quickly, he turned toward the ghostly voice, guns drawn, and fingers on the trigger.

"Don't shoot! My name's Kat-I'm not a demon. I'm still in the real world, and you're still in Limbo." Her hands were held above her head and her voice was pleading.

Lies. Dante thought. He had been in Limbo before, and had never seen another human, only demons out for his blood.

"How come I can see you clearly?" He lowered one gun, but still held the other one firm, pointed at her head.

"I'm a medium…a psychic. I can phase into Limbo and communicate with you. I can see you, talk to you, but I'm not actually in Limbo with you." Her voice was less stressed but Dante could still hear the underlying panic.

He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, "And if I pull the trigger?"

"I'll die." She lowered her hands slowly, but Dante still wouldn't let up. She continued, "I'm risking my life here for you. I want to help."

For a few stagnant seconds Dante debated what to do. How could he believe her? Despite her warnings about The Hunter, maybe she planned to betray him all along? But what if she could be trusted? Dante weighed all of this in his mind for a few seconds before he lowered his gun. "I don't need your help." He stated firmly.

Dante didn't need anyone. His whole life he had been alone, and he got by. Now, this girl shows up on his doorstep trying to 'help' him, only to cause him more trouble. "Yeah, you've already helped so much." His voice was laced in sarcasm.

"The Hunter has dragged you into Limbo. I can get you out." Kat said adamantly taking a step towards Dante.

"I've been down here before, okay? You just kill whatever shit-sucking demon dragged you in here, and bam you're free."

"You don't want to fight The Hunter. He's not your regular demon."

"And I'm not your regular guy."

Kat ignored his gibe "Follow me, Now!"

Before he could say anything more, she was off. Part of Dante just wanted to leave her, but he did have to go that way, so he decided that there wouldn't be any harm in following her for a little while.

Just a little while.

He holstered his guns in the back of his pants, and jogged down the path to catch up with her. She seemed elusive to Dante, and soon he lost sight of her. A few Stygian and Bathos attempted to block his path. But he made quick work of them and came out of the small scuffle with only a small bruise starting to form on his arm.

As he continued down the path of debris, he couldn't help but notice how morbid the amusement park looked in Limbo. When he was a child, the contorted clown faces probably would have scared him, but as he aged he had experience real fear. Now, things like clowns just seemed childish.

A feral growl and heavy footsteps could be heard coming in fast behind him. It was no surprise who it was.

The Hunter jumped on the Ferris wheel, and started spinning it faster and faster and faster. It was then that Dante noticed his jacket hung on one of the Ferris wheel carts. The creaking of metal was loud as the Ferris wheel became unhinged, and thanks to The Hunter was rolling right towards Dante.

It would take more then a Ferris wheel to make Dante start shaking in his boots. He leaned to the left, the Ferris wheel just inches away from him, and leapt up onto the bars slashing the ones that got in his way with the Rebellion. In one swift motion, Dante made a jump for his jacket, and slipped his arms into the sleeves. Nimbly, he dropped back down on the pier ready to face the demon scum only to find he had retreated.

"Fucking Coward!" Dante yelled before following the Ferris wheels path of destruction.

Like clockwork, The Hunter demon appeared yet again, this time in front of him.

"Hey, get down here and fight." Dante was tired of these games.

Wielding his grappling hook, the demon shot it at Dante catching him off guard. It squeezed Dante like a vise, crushing his windpipe. Dante let out a cry of pain before he maneuvered his body to try and grasp the Rebellion. It seemed that with every inch he moved, the tighter the hold became. He knew that if he didn't do something quickly, he may never be able to move again.

Mustering up all of his strength, Dante grasped the Rebellion and stabbed repeatedly until his arm burned from the repeated motion. The claw released him, and Dante fell to his knees peering up at The Hunter. "Is that all you got?" His breath was still shaky, but he did his best to hide it.

The next time the demon shot the grapple, Dante was prepared. He dodged it fluidly, and was prepared to do it again when Kat appeared.

"Hey! Through here!" She pointed to the entrance of the fun house, and quickly went through not waiting for Dante.

He would have to put their fight on hold until he was in a more favorable position. With the demons range, Dante knew he wouldn't be able to inflict any damage. He didn't like walking away from a fight, but staying there was suicide.

As he slipped through the fun house entrance, the grappling claw snapped shut causing the entrance to cave in. Dante had to quickly roll away to avoid any bricks from knocking him in the head.

For a moment, he needed to catch his breath. If he would have been caught a few more times in the claws grasp, Dante was certain he would have died. His ribs felt sore, and he had a feeling a few would be bruised if not broken. There wasn't much he could do about it now so he just shrugged it off, and tried to look for where Kat might be. Like always, she had disappeared as quickly as she had reappeared.

Dante would be on his own.

The hallways were a dark red, covered in heavy drapes from the floor to the ceiling. He jogged down the corridors, only to be greeted by a creepy fun house mechanical robot. Instinctively, Dante shot at the robot before muttering "Get lost." as a biting chuckle was released from its lips, and it retreated back behind its hidden door.

A sigh of relief escaped his lips, but it was quickly replaced with an "Oh shit!" as a wall collapsed revealing The Hunter's hand. Dante narrowly missed its grasp, and The Hunter soon gave up.

Once the dust cleared, Dante moved onward. It seemed that the further you went in the fun house, the weirder the décor became. Paintings of eyes that followed you and mirrors that took up the length of an entire wall.

As Dante observed the mirror, it suddenly shattered revealing the horrid face of The Hunter. Dante's body reacted quicker then his mind did, and dodged The Hunter's talons that threatened to crush him. With the Rebellion ready, the monstrous creature lunged at Dante wielding his own sword, but The Hunter underestimated Dante's abilities. His strength coupled with his skill allowed him to deflect The Hunter's swing, and toss him to the other end of the narrow hall. The impact of the demon caused some of debris to fall, and with one last glare at Dante, he vanished once more.

"Hey get back here!" Dante yelled after him but the demon had already fled. There was no other option but to continue forward through the creatures destruction.

Dolls hung from the ceiling while it seemed with every step he took the world around him blackened. It was a dismal sight, and Dante began to wonder what it looked like outside of Limbo.

He made his way deeper into the fun house until he finally saw salvation. A bright neon exit sign hung above a door just thirty feet away from him surrounded by oversized wheels and cogs. "Exit. Good." He said to no one in particular.

Dante took a few steps forward when suddenly one of the cogs flew just inches in front of him attempting to delay his journey and potentially maim him. Soon, the entire room was filled with flying wheels that Dante would have to traverse. "Not good."

The door behind him slammed shut with a ferocious force, and Dante was met with a jungle gym of sharp cogs hell bent on one purpose; to kill him.

Dante actually smiled. He enjoyed a challenge. Even a Stygian decided to join in on the fight but Dante had sidestepped a cog originally aimed for him, and it steamrolled the Stygian into a flat pulpy mess.

From there, the exit was clear except for the fact that every time Dante was just about to reach it, it would move back another ten feet, and fill with cogs more dangerous then the last. By the third time the door had moved, the opening for him to jump through had become substantially more dangerous. The opening was small and surrounded with sharp cogs just waiting to rip apart Dante's flesh.

Firmly, Dante planted his feet and took a deep breath before he launched himself through the small opening, slightly turning as he did so. The cog never even touched him, and Dante landed in front of the exit unscathed by the hellish jungle gym.

Outside, he was greeted with the signature sanguine skies that were always present in Limbo.

The breaking of wooden boards caught his eye, and luckily he was able to dodge The Hunters knife. Of course, The Hunter was right behind it, and Dante unloaded a flurry of bullets into its face.

"That wont work." Kat chimed in.

Dante had begun to get used to her disappearing and reappearing act.

"Why not?"

"He's bullet proof."

For a few seconds Dante glared at the beast, hating the fact that it would get away yet again. Kat seemed a lot less disheartened as she asserted "There's a rift up ahead.", and she began to run beckoning Dante to follow her.

"A what?" Dante asked as he followed her up the pier to the entrance. Occasionally, pieces of the pier would break off in an attempt to stop Dante in his tracks but he was agile, and was able to easily jump around and over whatever obstacle was placed in his way.

"It will take you back to the real world," Kat explained "We'll come back later for The Hunter."

A groan escaped Dante's lips as any suggestion of letting that demon scum get away made Dante outraged, but he kept up tempo with Kat nonetheless.

The entrance was only a hundred feet and they were closing the distance fast. With every inch they gained, it seemed that the various buildings that lined their path would explode causing the ground to shake. Dante was hardly phased by this seeing as the solace of the rift was only now ten yards in front of him.

A bloodcurdling growl filled his ears as he watched the entrance get ripped away by the oh so familiar grappling hook. He was trapped.

The Hunter leapt down from where he was perched, and snarled at Dante.

"Ok then, lets fight."

The rebellion appeared on his back, but before he could draw it Kat chimed in, "Dante wait." In her hand she held a Molotov cocktail, and threw it at the beast. The flames licked at its face causing it to growl in pain. "There, it's working, you can fight him now. This wont be easy. Hunters are brutal fighters."

His gaze never faltered from The Hunter as Dante retorted "So am I."

Dante and The Hunter charged each other both roaring intimidating battle cries. The Hunter pounced towards Dante, but he slide under the belly of the beast slashing its ankles as he went.

"Dante can you still hear me?"

"Yeah I hear you." He confirmed before narrowly escaping the beasts blade, and slashing its arm.

"Attack its face!" The astral voice of Kat yelled causing Dante to look up and spot the deformed slit in the demons forehead. Bingo.

Dante launched himself up to greet the demons face which surprised The Hunter before grabbing a hold of the demons gruff mane, and stabbing the rebellion into the slit. "Oh, you feel it now, don't you?" This demon had destroyed the only stability Dante had. Bloodlust clouded his mind, and he hacked away at The Hunter with surprising vigor.

Black blood oozed down its face, and a howling cry escaped The Hunters lips. Realizing Dante had found its weakness, the demon swatted Dante off of his face, and climbed atop a nearby rollercoaster. With grapple in hand, it set its sights on Dante.

"Get back down here!" Dante shouted up at The Hunter as Kat interjected "Now, use your guns to shoot him down."

He didn't need to be told twice. Bullet after bullet flew threw the air into the demons face. Still, it found the strength to shoot the grappling hook at Dante. He jumped up as the claw tore away the boards beneath his feet. Beneath him was a black abyss, and his only savior was a gutting broken board that allowed Dante to pull himself up.

The Hunter had all the advantage from that position, so Dante continued to shoot at him considering it was his only viable option.

Suddenly, the demons grasp lessened and it fell forth from the ride cracking a few boards underneath of him. It only took Dante seconds to close the distance between them, and as the demon lay staggered on its side, Dante slashed away at him.

"Do you demons even feel pain?!" Dante shouted at the repulsive creature. He hoped they could for he considered it pay back for all that they had ruined in his life. In his rage, Dante had gotten careless. The demon, with sword in hand, swiped it towards Dante slicing the flesh on his chest. A cry of pain was unleashed from Dante as he dropped to one knee, and assessed the damage. The cut had slit the flesh from his right bicep to the middle of his abdomen. A crimson stain was already starting to take over his white shirt.

If he was hit a few more times like that, surely he would perish.

Despite his injuries, Dante knew that the quicker he killed the demon, the quicker he could leave Limbo and heal himself. A deep laugh could be heard from the demon, and it fueled Dante's adrenaline.

The Hunter lunged at Dante, striking his hellish sword into the wooden planks causing them to cave in. Skillfully, Dante rolled backwards and jumped up towards The Hunters face once more.

With one powerful strike that held all of the anger and power he had left, Dante slashed the demons face so hard it caused the demon to fly backwards a few feet away letting out a yelp as it landed.

The Hunter's breathing was irregular, and it could hardly pick its head up from the ground.

Slowly, Dante walked over to the demon, and placed one foot on the demons sword as he raised the Rebellion to deliver the killing blow. "Game over."

"Son of Sparda." The demon wheezed causing Dante to lower the Rebellion a tad.

"Son of who?"

The demon ignored his question and taunted "You have been found. You are dead, just like your whore mother." A devilish smirk crossed the demons face revealing his jagged yellowed teeth.

"Whore mother?" Dante questioned in a sarcastic tone, "I don't know my mother, but if you're calling me a son of a bitch you wouldn't be the first." And as he uttered the last syllable, he brought the Rebellion down stabbing The Hunter right between the eyes.

Finally, the fight was over and Limbo began to deteriorate, yet he was left with more questions then he could fathom.

Around him, he could see that most of the destruction caused in Limbo had a direct affect on the real world. Everything was pure chaos. Rides were overturned, shops crushed, and Dante even saw the small body of a child laying lifeless underneath a pile of rubble. For some reason, Dante felt responsible and a small pang of guilt formed in his stomach.

Everywhere he went, destruction followed and he had no idea why.

A/N: Also just in case anyone is confused when writing is like this it just means that it's Dante's thoughts :)