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Equilibrium	By : Imoshen Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 3016 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“Don't.”

The word was only a whisper.

His hand was trembling furiously as he unlocked the safety on his gun and the blood, his blood, made the handle slippery. He didn't let go of the weapon as it touched the others temple. The smell of blood and burnt flesh hung heavily in the air and he could still hear the last cries and moans of the dying creatures around him. The hole in his hand hurt like hell and he could feel his pulse throbbing within it. It cost all his strength to stand upright, to hold his arm upwards, but he wouldn't let go.

“You fucking asshole...”, he murmured as he stared into those wide green eyes that were full of fear. The left side of the man's face was covered in blood from the blow he had caught earlier. The color of his face had gone and turned into an unhealthy grey and he could tell that he wasn't much longer able to hold himself up. A trembling went through his body and Dante watched as his knees slowly gave away and he went to the ground; his gun never left the others head.

Corvus was kneeling in front of him and all he had to do was to pull the trigger and he would blow his face away from this earth and still, he hesitated.

“It looks bad, I know.”, Corvus told him, coughing up blood. “I – I didn't...” His gaze went to his right, to stare at the lifeless body lying next to him. “I never wanted -”

“Shut up!” Dante's words echoed from the surrounding walls of the warehouse, his hand shaking with rage. He followed Corvus eyes and slowly took steps around the kneeling man to get in front of the body on the ground. He slowly knelt down as his eyes never left Corvus. He reached down with his left hand, searching for a pulse on the body. He slowly turned it around to look at her face and he swallowed the moan that threatened to escape his throat. The white shirt was drained in blood and he hoped, really hoped, it wasn't her blood but that of the demons. He sighed in relief as he saw how her upper body slowly rose and fall with small breaths, but with every breath she took, blood poured down her shirt from a wound deep inside her chest.

Lady was slowly bleeding out, he didn't need a medical degree to know that. If she wouldn't get any help, his friend was going to die and his fear of losing her might become true.

He could hear Corvus wince and his head snapped back to the man. He straightened his arm. “Don't. Fucking. Move.”, he told him in an icy tone.

“If you're going to kill me, just do it, but don't... I can't stand... .”

Dante went one step further, the barrel of his gun pressing against Corvus forehead. “But! Ju---just let me say, I didn't betray you.”, he stammered, his voice trembling in fear.

“Oh, you didn't?” Dante asked him, spreading his arms in defeat. “Oh you're right, what was I thinking? Now that you say it, it becomes very clear to me.” He turned again, pointing his gun back to his head. “You know, the only thing I'm wondering about right now is, why I didn't already pull the trigger and sent you back to hell. And now you come up with this shit. Since you are such a good little slave shouldn't you follow your master?”

“Yes! Yes! You're right. I am a slave! You just said it yourself. You think I would be able to act free as a slave?”

“Why am I still talking to you?” Dante's voice sounded bored.

“Because you know it's true!” Corvus went up to his knees, his hands searching for Dante and he pulled himself up on his clothes. His face was burrowed in the fabric of his coat. “I had no choice... Marcus, he...”

“Marcus is dead.”

“Yes, yes...”

“So are you.”

“No!” His head shot up and he starred into the icy blue eyes of Dante's. “You don't kill the innocent, Dante. I've known you too long. You would never do that.” His hands were trembling and still clutched deep within the fabric of his coat.

A low moan caught both their attention and they turned their heads to the small figure of the woman's body on the ground. Lady's eyes fluttered open. “Fuck...”, she breathed and her hands went up her torso to the wound which still bled.

For a second, Dante let his guard down as his eyes found those of Lady's. And Corvus used his chance. He shot up to stand on his feet and used one of his fists to connect with Dante's stomach. From the force of the impact, he let go of the weapon which fell to the ground. Corvus used his other fist and landed a blow on the other's chin that sent him stumbling backwards. Before Dante could recover himself, Corvus kicked after him. His foot connected with his stomach once again and the blow was forceful enough to sent Dante to the ground. His right hand searched for his weapon, but Corvus took quickly one step forward and smashed his foot down on his injured hand. A pained scream echoed through the warehouse and Dante quickly brought his hand back to his chest, his face a grimace in agony. Corvus didn't wait any longer. He kicked the weapon away so it would slitter over the ground a couple of feet away, before he turned and run as fast as he could.

His lungs burned from exhaustion, but he didn't stop and never looked back. He had almost reached the open doors that would lead him into freedom, as he heard a loud shot rung through the air. He stumbled, but still run further. Only two seconds later, he got slower - right after the pain hit him with full force. His left knee gave away and he almost hit the ground, but brought himself up again. He looked down at his leg. The shot went right through it. He glanced back over his shoulder and he watched as Lady slowly fall back to the ground, her hand still holding her smoking gun. But this wouldn't stop him. He crawled, half stumbled further to the doors – almost there. He dragged himself over the verge and with his last strength, he crawled into the bright light of the rising sun.

He heard another shot and for a second he thought he could feel the bullet cut through the air above his head. He didn't care, neither did he look back. He just went on, until he could reach his car, drag himself into the driver's seat and turned on the engine. As the warehouse got smaller and smaller within his rear-view mirror, he dared to take a deep sigh.

At last, he was free.

Chapter 9: The End Is The Beginning Is The End

“It's almost winter.”

He pushed his hands into the pockets of his trousers as he stood in front of the small wooden cabin to look over the valley in front of them. There was a mountain chain in the distance and the tops were already covered with snow though the line of trees underneath were still green. He took a deep breath of the cold air as he felt the other man's body lean into his.

“Maybe it'll snow tomorrow.”, he heard his voice whispering into his ear.

“Maybe”, he murmured, before he turned away and walked back to the front door. He picked up the Katana that leaned next to it. He withdraw it from its sheet before he took a seat at the small kitchen table with his back to the door.

“You do it again”, he heard his voice behind him – he glared at the man over his shoulder before he took the small cloth in front of him to clean the sword's blade.

“Doing what?”, he asked, his tone almost as cold as the weather outside as he continued to swipe the fabric over the cool steel.

“Shutting me out.”, was his reply and Vergil could tell that he was still standing in the door frame. He looked at Yamato and watched the reflection of his eyes in it. He heard the low rustle of fabric before he could hear Corvus taking the last steps that separated them.

“I don't know what you're talking about”, was his simple reply and he didn't bother to look up as Corvus stood next to him.

For a few seconds Vergil had the foolish thought that Corvus wouldn't push any further, but he wasn't surprised as he heard his voice again:

“Why did we come here?”, Corvus asked as he pulled one of the chairs to sit across from the half-demon. He rested his elbows on the table, his bracelets touching the smooth surface. One of his hands tried to reach for Vergil's, but the other one pulled away. “Why are you always acting like someone's hunting you?”

Vergil stopped cleaning the sword, his eyes shot up to stare at the man across him. He saw Corvus flinch and an icy smile crept over his face.

“Because there is.”

Corvus stared at his reply, the words hung heavily between them. Vergil waited and just watched him, the cloth still in his hand while the other was holding Yamato.

“Do you trust me?”, Corvus asked and his voice was merely a whisper.

Vergil rested the sword upon his lap. He stared at the cloth in his hand before his gaze found that of Corvus. Blonde hair fell into his blue eyes and he blinked.

“No.” He picked up Yamato and started to clean it once more.

“Then why did you bring me here?”

A smirk crossed Vergil's face but he reminded silent not bothering what the other one was thinking.

“For Fuck's sake!” Corvus stood up and kicked against his chair so it flew across the room into the next wall. His eyes flashed crimson in anger and Vergil felt his demonic aura rise. He slowly put his sword back into its sheet and laid it upon the table. His palms pressed to the smooth wooden surface as he rose from his chair. With his index finger he draw an invincible circle on the table, not looking up as Corvus gaze pierced into him.

“I can sense your frustration.”, he finally said, looking up to face the angry man.

“You call this frustration? Yeah, damn right. You hardly spoke to me the last three days, you never told my why we left town let alone what the purpose is that we're here!” His voice was full of anger.

“Then I suggest that you simply have to trust me – or leave.”

“You're speaking of trust yet you don't trust me... ” Corvus told him in a whisper, a hint of desperation within his voice.

“I don't trust anybody.”

“And yet here I am.”, Corvus told him, “Don't lie to yourself, Vergil.”

“Maybe you just think too highly of yourself.” His voice bored, his face a stoic mask. Corvus was about to punch him in the face.

“Marcus' gonna be pissed”, he said at last, ready to give up and to let Vergil win.

“Marcus is the last of my concerns, Corvus.” The cloth was picked up again as fingers brushed lazily over the sheet. “It's your choice. Stay or leave. But don't think that you have any value to me.”

The other man blinked, his face a mask of absolute confusion. He took a few steps and headed for the front door, before he stopped. He turned around, his gaze piercing into Vergil's back. The demon stood still, waiting for him to speak.

“Fuck you”, Corvus spit out, the color of his eyes flashing into a bright red before he started running with inhuman speed, ready to leash out. Before his fist could connect with the others head, Vergil simply took one step to the side, leaving the other one crushing into the table. Corvus recovered quickly and used his hands to push himself up, one of his legs trying to kick Vergil into the guts. Once again Vergil took one step back while turning around, before his own foot connected with Corvus jaw, sending the man flying to the floor. For a moment the world turned black before he felt himself gripped by the neck. He was pulled from the ground forcefully and his feet found only air as he kicked out. He hit the table once again, his face crushing onto the surface and for a moment he thought that his nose was broken. He felt Vergil's arm on his neck as the others body pressed into his, keeping him in place. With great effort Corvus turned his head to look over his shoulder, glaring at the angry face of Vergil.

“I own you”, he simply told him, his voice quiet. “Have you forgotten?”, he asked the man beneath him as his left elbow dig between his shoulder blades which earned him a groan. “Well?”, he asked him again, using more pressure.

“No!” Pain was showing in Corvus' voice.

Vergil released him, but as Corvus slowly rose, he grabbed him by the neck again, turning him around as he slammed him back onto the table, his hand pressing onto his chest. Vergil's gaze dipped lower.

“You're sick”, he told him, a low smile spreading over his face as his hand on Corvus chest stroke lower until it reached the bulge of his groin. His hand closed and he squeezed, hard, while a yelp escaped Corvus lips.

“What the...!”

Still holding him in his grip, Vergil dipped lower until his lips almost touched one of his ears. “Never try to hit me. Just don't.” His words icy, his voice only a low growl as his fingers once again tightened their grip. Sweat was dripping down Corvus brow, his face drown of all color. His breathing came rapidly as his teeth were clinched together.

“Let go”, he finally told him, pain showing all over his face.

And Vergil did. He drew back, straightening his clothes as he stared at the demon underneath him who slid down the table onto the ground, holding his crotch in agony.

“It's not like I have a choice. This is my burden as I am my father's heir.”

Corvus spit out before he looked up, anger flashing behind his eyes but he reminded silent.

“What will it be? Do you stay? Or do you leave”, he asked him.

His breathing heavy, Corvus stood up, holding himself upright with the help of the table.

“I'll stay.”

“Good”, Vergil hummed and shot him a look. “Get your gear, we go climbing today.”

***

The city was still the same since the last time he had visited it. The mountains around the city rose like a wall, its tips already covered with snow. The air smelled of pines and freshly fallen rain. The buildings looked old, the paint was mostly splintered from the woods, leaving it exposed to the rain and snow; it had already started to rotten. When he was a kid the town was full of life and it had seemed big and foreign to him; so much different than the high and ancient buildings made out of stone in Fortuna. Now it seemed like coming straight from one of his nightmares. Most shops were closed, there were only a few trucks and cars parked at the side of the street, even less people were walking around. Hill Creek Water was slowly dying.

“What a dump”, Dante murmured, taking in the sight before him as he passed Nero.

“A couple of years ago Hill Creek Water was booming. Tourists were coming here for hunting and fishing. There's a lake nearby with summer camps for children and in winter you could take the lift for skiing”, Nero told him, losing himself in the images of the memories that played behind his eyes. He had loved Hill Creek Water as a child, during the summer he had often come there. He had always felt drawn to the place but as he got older he'd never came back until now. He somehow had the feeling as if he was catapulted back into his childhood even though the small city looked nothing like in his memories. It still felt nostalgic for him and a low chill crawled up his spine.

“No offense kid, but this place looks more like its best days are over.”

Nero shot him an angry gaze which Dante ignore, but before he could throw an insult at him, Lady put her arm around Nero's shoulders. “So what happened here?”

Nero shrugged, “I dunno...”

“Does there still a motel exist?”

“Well, there should... I saw a sign when we entered the city limits”, Nero murmured, rubbing his chin. “When I've been here as a child we always stayed at the camps out in the woods near the lake and-”

“Well, this looks nice”, Danter interrupted him, a wild grin spreading over his face and he mentioned towards a building which honestly looked like it would fall apart any minute. Compared to all the other buildings it really did look nice. It was an old little yellow painted house which, yes, looked ready to collapse but it reminded Nero of those houses he'd seen in his storybooks as a child. There was a low wooden fence surrounding the small front yard and it looked so oddly out of place that he almost laughed. It had a porch and there was curtains hanging in the windows with small patterns made out of flowers.

“It's a Bed'n'Breakfast “, Lady noted with a slight snarl, her arms crossed in front of her chest. “And it looks like as if it's for honeymooners.” Dante wrapped his arm around her shoulder, gently guiding her towards the small building. “Aw, come on Lady, I know that deep, deep inside of you is a little girl who's actually squealing right now.” Lady shoved him but grinned. “Shut the fuck up”, she murmured and Nero followed them as they knocked on the door.

An elderly woman was answering, her head the first part of her body who appeared as she pulled the door slightly open, then stepped outside with a small smile on her face. Her hair was completely white, her eyes a pale blue and she wiped her hands on the white pinafore she wore above her blue dress. “May I help you?”, and while she was still smiling, Nero didn't miss the suspicious look she gave them – especially Dante.

He stepped forward, deciding to take the lead.

“Yes, we need some rooms.... I guess we can share”, he said thoughtfully as he turned to look at Dante and Lady. “We need two. Do you have any available?”

The old lady gave him a warm smile. “Well yes of course darling. At this time of the year there are hardly any tourists visiting the city.

“Great”, Nero smiled and went inside with her, Dante and Lady giving him a wary look but they followed him. When everything was dealt with and they had been showed to their rooms, Nero found himself alone with Dante, standing in front of a single kingsized bed.

“Great”, he huffed, dropping his bag on the floor. “There's not even a couch in here so I guess we have to share”, he said as he watched Dante standing in front of the window, staring outside and down on the street.

He waved his hand at Nero. “Don't feel flattered honey I won't get you flowers in the morning”, he said but his voice didn't sound as cocky as usual, more as he wasn't really listening and just automatically responding. “How long does it take C to hide the equipment?”, he grumbled.

Nero flopped onto the bed, his legs hanging over the edge and his arms crossed behind his head. “Why do you even care? It seems to me you wouldn't be so sorry if something happened to him.” Nero had his eyes closed, his breaths deep and even. It had been a long ride and Dante's and Lady's constantly nagging at each had been tiring.

“As long as he's of value to us I do care”, murmured Dante, pulling back the curtains to get a better view. “Let's just hope he didn't do anything stupid.”
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