Sorry it took so long for me to update this. November was hell month for me; I couldn't get any writing done at all for any of my stories. As for why this is so late in January, finals and all that other bullcrap*. We had hoped to get this out by Christmas, but it didn't turn out as we planned! But hey, Mayan Apocalypse didn't happen so that's good news.
A few of you have asked if this is my Lady clone for the series. Actually, no. Amy is sort of the representative of Lady, this newcomer does have some traits of Lady and some of Trish, but she's mostly her own girl with her own mission.
If you've read my first story carefully, I bet you can already guess who this woman is. If not, well you'll find out anyway as you read the story overtime.
Read on.
*: EDITOR'S NOTE: Add to that a noticeable lack of extended summer vacations for school workers on this side of the globe and you get a full combo.
"I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels. Life's a bitch. You've got to go out and kick ass." –Maya Angelou
Needless to say, everything went straight to hell in a hand basket the moment the shotgun was fired: panicking civilians rushed out in droves, pushing their way against the ones cramming the exits, even as suited guards pulled out their weapons, and the biker flipped a switch on the handle of the motorcycle. Much to Bloodtail's surprise, the mini-guns attached to the bike came loose and deployed modified grips for hand usage. She grabbed the guns by their handles and stood up on her bike, aiming them at the guards, who didn't get a chance to fire before hundreds of tiny bullets turned their bodies into sieves.
Bloodtail had already taken cover behind the bar with Jex by the time the woman twisted on one foot, keeping perfect balance on her bike as she continued to fire with both guns, giving the room a fresh collection of new holes. The demon next to the hunter simply kept watching the show with vivid interest.
'Jesus flipping Christ, she's going berserk!',thought Bloodtail as he watched the girl continue her twirl of death. When the guns ran out of ammo, she threw them away, pulled out her double barreled shotgun and a small thin blade before charging at the nearest standing guard, who had just realized the rain of lead had ceased. He tried to fire his rifle, but the blade intercepted the barrel, managing to slice half of it off despite its size, and the girl fired the shotgun point blank in his face.
The remaining guards opened fire, but she easily weaved and dodged through the gunfire, with only a few shots just barely grazing her helmet. She quickly reloaded both barrels of her gun mid-acrobatics and fired, the buck shot knocking a few back while injuring some more.
'No "normal" gun shells would be able to hurt half demons like these guys. They must be specially blessed or something like that',contemplated Sparda. 'Whoever she is, she knows what she's doing.'
Bloodtail had to agree as he watched her finish the remaining guards off with some quick swipes of her blade. When the last of the guards fell, the few people who had remained in the club turned up to the second floor, from where they heard clapping coming from the owner of the place.
He was doing his best to look unimpressed, but Bloodtail could smell the urine from where he was.
Giving a sick, demented smirk, Vick pressed a button on his chair. A few of the walls started to sink slowly into the floor, revealing something a bit more demonic. The new challengers, black skeletons with red glowing eyes and purple cloaks covering their bodies from the neck down, had black scythes, looking big enough to chop the mysterious biker in two. Bloodtail recognized them as Glifs, angels of death who broke the rule of death's neutrality and lost their minds in the process, forced to serve Hell as low-class demons. The girl shifted her weight, obviously prepared for the next challenge.
Three of the surviving guards charged forward, aiming their guns at her, but before she could take action, three shots were fired, and three heads exploded sequentially. She stepped back as Bloodtail landed nearby, looking up with a grin.
"Need a hand?" he asked.
(The Music of Welcome Home by Coheed and Cambria plays)
…Dark Side of the World Presents…
… A Sonic the Hedgehog fanfic…
…crossed over with material from Devil May Cry….
…as well as information of Demonology and Angelology….
...edited by REV6Pilot...
BLOODTAIL: THE FIRST DEVIL TRIGGER
Disclaimer: The author owns nothing that is not his….
(Music ends)
Even though he couldn't see past the visor, Bloodtail could tell the female was surprised by his sudden appearance. From how he heard Vick screaming to his goons about him, questioning how he got in with his guns, he knew she wasn't the only one. Ignoring the rambling man, he took a look at the situation. Dozens of Glifs ready to come at us, and I'm betting they're only the first course. Turning to the biker chick, he said, "Look, I know this is gonna sound really strange to hear, but I'm on your side."
She tilted her head a bit, as if judging him.
He took the silence as a sign to continue. "Chances are you're not gonna be able to take out all these skull heads on your own, so…" he smirked, "… shall we dance?"
The response was a shotgun pointed in his direction, fired on the head of a Glif that tried a sneak attack as they talked. "I'll take that as a yes," deadpanned Bloodtail, who hadn't flinched in the slightest.
Without another word, they went back to back and aimed their respective weapons at the growling demons.
(Now Playing: Shoot to Trill, Artist: AC/DC)
The Glif army rushed forward from all sides, determined to tear their faces off.
The bike girl kicked up a nearby plasma rifle like a skateboard while putting away her shotgun and, as soon as the stolen weapon was in her hands, started firing on her side, while Bloodtail dealt with the other. The swarm of monsters determined to tear the duo's faces off never got close enough to them, who kept wide arcs free of Glifs.
One of the Glifs jumped up in the air and dove towards the two, driving his scythe in an arc that forced them to jump away. The biker landed near her vehicle and, without wasting time, mounted it and slapped the controls, firing a pair of mini-missiles that blew up two small chunks of the enemy army. Bloodtail had landed in the middle of the horde and had to start dodging wide scythe swipes that tried to take his limbs off. Between parrying some and blocking a few others with his handguns, he counterattacked with devastating kicks, grip whips and shots to the skull, whichever was most convenient.
One Glif tried to strangle him from behind with the shaft of his scythe, but Bloodtail, without looking, threw Ivory into the air, grabbed the weapon and ripped it out of the demon's hands, right before mule kicking the Glif into the air. He spun around and threw the scythe up, stabbing the demon into the celling with his own weapon. Jumping upwards and grabbing the pistol still in mid-air, he wrapped his legs around the handle of the stuck blade and, upside down, began to shoot in his best impression of a deadly accurate ceiling turret.
The girl, seeing this, turned on her bike and drove forward, knocking several Glifs out of the way while swinging her short blade at the stragglers. She pressed another button, opening a small hatch in the front of the bike, from which emerged a circular saw that readily ripped any of the unfortunate Glifs caught into the bike's path apart, their blood turning the once multicolored lighted dance floor bright red.
She drove towards Bloodtail, who noticed her and let go of his grip. Landing perfectly on the back of the bike, he continued to fire on the demons as the biker drove them around the room, leaving the demons to eat dust and demon-powered lead. This pattern continued on for some time, and the Glif horde rapidly diminished in size.
Vick pressed another button, releasing four more walls. Thinking at first they were more Glifs to kill, Bloodtail aimed his guns at one of the lowering walls, only to see something much bigger than a Glif. It stood over ten feet tall and had green, scaly skin that was covered in black spiked armor. Its belly was bulging and it had a reptilian head, small compared to its massive sized limbs. Held in its large hands was a large grenade launcher with skulls both human and mobian nailed to it. It roared out loud, took aim with its massive gun and fired.
The shell exploded right behind the bike, nearly sending it into a fishtail, but the driver managed to regain balance before they were launched off. Much to Bloodtail's surprise, the biker girl turned towards the large demon, even as it continued to fire shell after shell at them. With impressive skill, the biker continued to dodge the exploding rounds, goading the monster into friendly-firing the pockets of Glifs still alive into oblivion.
Two of the Glifs jumped up and tried to slice at the driver, but Bloodtail fired two shots into their heads just in time. He put his guns away and took a scythe in each hand, swiping them back and forth against the crowd, both cutting down the ones that came too close and intimidating those out of range.
The driver suddenly jumped off as soon as they were within leap distance, her blade and shotgun in hand. Without a conductor, the vehicle quickly lost control, forcing a very chagrinned Bloodtail to jump off it. His drop was botched and he landed on his knees, and both he and the bike skittered and rolled across the floor.
But while the bike didn't recover, the young demon hunter did with a roll that left him crouched right behind the grenadier demon, and he wasted no time in impaling both of its knees with the scythes the mobian had salvaged. The demon roared in pain as it fell to its haunches, just as the biker chick landed on the back of its neck. She pressed a button on the handle of the blade, and the weapon extended into a serpent sword. Twirling it in the air like a lasso, she wrapped the segmented blade around the demon's neck like a lasso. Not taking any note of the blood that began to spray out of the wounds the weapon created, she pressed her shotgun to its cranium and pulled the trigger, getting her outfit stained with the blood, bone, and brains that were sent flying.
Wiping some of the demonic remains off ths face and coat, Bloodtail got up and swaggered to her side as she did much the same on top of the now dead demon. "You know, not that I don't think what you did there was cool and all, you think you can warn me next time to do a stunt like that?" he deadpanned, glancing at the now prone body of the grenadier.
The biker girl glanced at him for a second or two as she reloaded her shotgun without looking. Then, she charged back into the Glif crowd.
Bloodtail rolled his eyes. What's the deal with this girl?
Who knows, but you better hurry up or she's gonna outdo you! warned Sparda, chuckling a bit.
Although a bit peeved, the mobian devil hunter broke out into a sprint and a leap, kicking a few now hesitant Glifs off his path as he landed, just for show.
As the two continued to make their way towards Vick's direction, other three of the big green demons aimed their launchers at the two. A quick exchange of a nod and the two split up in opposite directions, just as an explosion went off where they had just stood. Bloodtail was the first to reach one of the big ugly ones, jumping onto its gun and kneeing it in the face from there. The demon stumbled back a bit, giving Bloodtail the chance to open fire on its face. The bullets, however, only made the demon angrier, and as soon as it recovered, it tried to swipe Bloodtail off the grenade launcher, but the demon hunter ducked between its legs, and jumped on the back of its head, tossing both pistols into their pockets in mid-air.
His arms glowed with demonic energy, the energy forming into sharp claws which he was quick to sink into the sides of the demon's head. As its body started spazzing, Bloodtail gripped through the little brains there were in its cranium, and, with a loud grunt, he leapt off, taking the the demon's ripped brainpan with him. As the body fell on its side, Bloodtail threw the piece of corpse into the back of an oblivious Glif's head, shaking his hands both to wipe the remains off himself and to relieve the burning feeling the technique he had just used left behind. "The things I do for cash," he mumbled, annoyed.
The biker, in the meantime, was giving off a tremendous show of acrobatics, dodging scythes left and right while the whip-sword in her hand opened up ugly gashes and lopped off body parts from the Glifs she fought. She spotted the other big giant ready to launch another explosive shell and, turning her weapon back to its short sword form, she threw it straight at the large demon's neck. The blade sunk in far under the skin, and the lizard-like monster dropped aiming in favor of clutching its throat. With the most dangerous foe out of the way, she kicked off and slid on the ground until she was close enough to shoot a shell at its knee, forcing it the demon down. As the demon clutched the now useless joint, she jumped on the knee and into its chest, reached into the puncture on its neck and grabbed the knife's hilt.
As she held on, the ogre like demon roared in agony and began flailing madly, firing its weapon in random directions. Most of the Glif flock, and even the remaining grenade launching demon, were no match for the friendly fire. As for Bloodtail , he found himself rolling, jumping and dodging harder than ever before in the fray he was in. "Jesus! I don't know if this bitch is trying to help me or kill me!" he yelled to no one in particular.
Somewhere along the line, the shotgun-toting daredevil had shoved her feet on the chin of the demon she was riding and started pulling the sword towards herself, cutting down the demon's body from its neck to its stomach. Just as the blade cut through the final rib and sailed through the demon's belly hide like it was a piece of warm butter, she kicked off, leaving the monster to collapse on top of its own spilled guts.
The Glif demons looked at the messy death of the last of their larger allies, and then at the blood covered biker girl who flicked around her blade a bit, uselessly trying to wipe it even a bit cleaner. Then, the Glifs disappeared in puffs of black smoke, leaving Vick to scream profanites from his chair. Bloodtail stared at his impromptu ally and growled, "Okay, now I'm getting annoyed."
Oh, somebody's jealous! teased Sparda.
I-I'm not!
Remember, I feel what you feel! the demon sing-songed.
Oh fuck you, man.
(End song)
After wrapping up the conversation he had with Sparda – mostly by ignoring the teasing the demon kept darting his way –, Bloodtail and the biker girl began to walk their way towards the balcony, both with guns drawn. Bloodtail's eyes turned to the two cloaked bodyguards who seemed to be calm despite the fact that nearly all of the club's forces had been eliminated... security guards that Vick stood up and pointed at, yelling, "You two! Attack them!"
Bloodtail and the biker girl raised their weapons, ready for a final fight, but two men remained still. Vick turned to them, his choleric face turning purple. "Didn't you hear me! I said go kill those sons of bit—"
In a flash, one of the bouncers kicked the fat man out of the balcony and onto the blood covered floor, much to the surprise of all three who weren't dressed in suits, and vanished in a veil of darkness, leaving their former boss to face off against the two individuals whom had slaughtered the entire guard alone.
Now without a single line of defense, Vick looked up hesitantly. Instantly, he was sent scampering back from the glare directed at him from a pair of blue mobian eyes. Raising Ivory, Bloodtail shook his head. "I don't know if you forgot their paychecks or denied their meal tickets, but the game's over, lard tub. Your former business partner sends his regards."
"W-wait! I'll pay you money! Women! Whatever you want!" begged Vick, panicked and with tears dripping down his eyes. "I just don't want to die!"
Bloodtail smirked. "You know something? I always thought that the whole 'I'll give you anything' schtick was just a fiction cliché." The demon hunter stepped closer, leaning a little down on the pitiful form at his feet. "Seeing it in real life, man, it really shows how pathetic and desperate scumbags like you really are." He took aim. "Adios."
Suddenly, before he could fire, a length of segmented blades wrapped around the pistol and pulled it away, just as he fired, missing Vick's head by inches. Bloodtail turned around...
… only to get kicked straight between his legs in a hit that very nearly knocked his eyeballs out of their sockets.
Oh! That's gotta hurt! winced Sparda.
"Fuck..." the mobian croaked through the pain, holding his manhood.
The chick turned towards Vick and raised her shotgun. "No! Wait!" he shouted, raising a hand.
BANG!
For all the good it did against the single shot that blew his head apart like an overripe melon.
Getting back to his feet, and ignoring the now diminished ache between his legs, Bloodtail glared at the biker, but said nothing as she walked past him. He wasn't sure if he should shoot her for taking his kill or himself for getting taken down so easily. Damn male weaknesses.
Already on the bike kicking the engine on, the girl holstered her shotgun. Before she could take off, Bloodtail shouted, "Hey, Missy!" She turned around and stared at him. "Next time we meet," he snarled, "I'm taking one of your kills."
Her answer was to simply drive towards the exit as if he'd said nothing.
As sirens began to sound in the distance, Bloodtail kicked a nearby dead body in frustration. "Figures. Damn police are never on time."
"Well, somebody may have held them back a bit."
Raising his eyebrow, he turned around and saw Jex walk out from behind her bar, smiling like it was Christmas. "That was impressive," she purred. "Too bad you didn't get the target."
"Oh?" asked Bloodtail, readying his trigger finger. "And how do you know I was aiming for Vick?"
She laughed and shook her head. "Oh please, Noob, you made it way too obvious! Although crazy shotgun lady back there was kind of an unexpected twist, she managed to do it with some class." The demoness smirked teasingly. "Guess that makes her better then you, Noob."
"Who are you?" Bloodtail demanded, pointing his guns at Jex. "I tried to kill your boss just now, turned this entire crib into a blender, and even after everything, you just sit there, enjoying the sight like this was some game. Not only that, but you don't see the least bit angry that you just lost your job."
Jex shook her head in amusement and placed one hand over the hunter's, slowly lowering the two barrels pointed at her. "Well, that's because this isn't my real job, Noob," she explained calmly. "My real job is with another boss." She leaned in a little closer and winked. "The same boss you are trying to please for a shot into the tournament."
"What do you mean, you didn't get the target?!" shouted Agent Cox's voice on the phone. Siles had to keep it at arm's length from his sensitive ears. "What the fuck happened?!"
"If you calm down, I'll tell you, jeeze," huffed the young hunter, trying to ignore the looks he was getting from ambulance workers and police officers. Before they had arrived, he'd left and started pretending to be part of the growing crowd of curious onlookers, although the blood on him didn't really help. "Some girl on a bike came and started shooting up the place. I helped her out, but as it turned out, we were after the same thing. She just got it first."
"Damn, that was our only lead to get you into the tournament. Now we have to find another one."
Siles smirked. "Actually, I might have another one. I'll tell you more after I meet up with somebody."
"Who? Drowler, what's goi–"
Siles slapped the phone shut and started making his way through the crowds to the other end of the street, where Jex was eyeing him with interest as she smoked a cigarette. Siles eyed the lizard demon with both curiosity and caution. Why do I get the feeling that I'm entering the dragon's den?
Because you are, commented Sparda. She says she can help you get into the tournament, but you know there's going to be a catch, but there's no choice but to go with it. That's what's making you nervous. Look, just get there and do this. You'll feel better after you know the details.
Nodding mentally, Siles walked across the street, Jex's smile growing larger with each step of his. When they stood face to face, she spat out the cancer stick to the side and laughed. "I was almost sure you were thinking of ignoring my offer, Noob. Guess you really want to get into that thing, huh?"
"I'm not the kind of guy who quits easily," said Siles as the two started walking down the street, away from the destroyed club. "But I have some questions. Like, why didn't you take care of Vick when you were already undercover? I doubt a guy like Takeda would send any ordinary assassin to watch a two-bit scumbag he really wants dead."
Jex waved a hand in a dismissive gesture. "Oh, I do a few things for him, but I'm not an assassin. More like a scout, really. Those two bodyguards that left Vick?" she asked, pointing back over her shoulder with a thumb. "Paid them off to work for Takeda. The Stone Brothers aren't easy to beat, but they're not that hard to buy out." They turned left on a corner, feeling the breeze on their faces. "Anyways, Takeda left Vick alive because he wanted to see if anybody would cut the grass for him. If they did well enough, he was willing to lend them an invitation to the tournament out of amusement... and a favor."
"I'm gonna guess, then: since that… girl," the two-tailed teenager spat the word bitterly, "managed to get the finishing blow, she's in."
Jex laughed again. "She sold me over when she kicked your balls right out your ass, Noob! Even if the kill was yours, I'd put a really good word in for her."
Siles groaned, annoyed. "Just tell me what you want, alright? I just got one upped by a girl and a friend of mine is never going to let me down on that, and I'm tired, smelling like shit, and covered in guts, blood and things I don't even wanna imagine."
Aw, it's just like those parents who love to tell embarrassing stories about their children! cooed Sparda. Besides, think of this is a lesson for you: women are scary monsters that can kick your ass one way or another if you don't watch yourself.
Great, I'll make sure to study that tonight.
"Temper, temper, Noobie!" taunted Jex, earning a flip of the bird from Siles. "Anyway, even if youdidn't get the mark, you were impressive and I like you." She put a fist to her chin in mock thought. "I think... I can give you another chance to prove yourself."
Siles raised an eyebrow. "But…?"
Jex stopped walking and grinned, showing her demonic teeth. "But, you're gonna have to compete with a few other guys for it, and the second tryout won't be as easy as this was. What do you say?"
"I say fine, just give me a time and a place," he answered without hesitation.
She patted him on the shoulder. "Excellent! You may be a Noob, but you got balls… well, what's left of them, anyway!" Jex laughed and started walking away while Siles growled, resisting the urge to shoot her head off.
She took a card out from under her sleeve and tossed it back to him, who caught it off the air and flipped it to he business side. On it was a set of directions, along with a lipstick kiss.
He tried to spot Jex again, but she was already out of sight. Groaning, he placed the card into his pocket and started looking for the nearest train station. "What's with my strange luck with women?"
Hey, it's the strange ones that are good in bed. Between biker girl and Jex, I'd say try for either of them, encouraged Sparda.
Siles stopped and looked up at the night sky. There's something about that biker woman, I'll give you that. She's no average fighter, but her style is just reckless and dangerous. Hmmm…
Then again, if he managed to get in the tournament he could met her again. And then extract me horrible revenge! Muahaha! At Sparda's groan, he grinned widely. Payback, sucker!
Cute kid. A little young for me, though, wereJex's thoughts as she walked into an alley. After making sure she wasn't being followed, she pulled out a small, blue glowing cube and spoke into it, "Call. Boss."
The cube floated out of her hand and spun a bit, before a holographic video screen appeared, showing a man's face covered in shadows. "Jex. I'm guessing Vick is dead?"
"It's gonna be a closed casket funeral," she answered. "You were right. She did get in contact with me and boy did she show class. Blew his entire head off in one move."
"Our girl seems to be quite the fighter. Just like him," chuckled Takeda. "Send her the invitation. This will be a very amusing tournament."
"One other thing. There was a half-demon fox mobian that tried to get Vick first. The two of them worked together until she one upped him. He's not bad, for a noob at least."
"I'm guessing you plan on him being a wild card, hm?" asked Takeda. "What makes this one different from the rest?"
Jex smirked. "He's got the same energy a certain sword in your vault."
The demoness' boss said absolutely nothing for over ten seconds. "… If he does pass, I take it back. This will be a very interesting tournament."
End Chapter
No talk. Must sleep.
Later
