DreadnoughtDT
God of Hyperdeath
Such a Crap Job...
By
Storm Silves
"What to do, what to do..." Dante thought as he looked around his office. There wasn't anything he could really do. His swords were all sharpened, he had no errands to run, and the last job he had gone on ended in disaster when he got a nice gash on his left eye. He sighed loudly. "Yo Vergie!" He called to the door on his left. "What's up?"
"Shut it, Dante." Vergil's cold voice replied. "I'm in the middle of something."
Suddenly curious, Dante smirked and walked into the hallway, listening in on an interesting conversation.
"What kind of bet?" Vergil asked, obviously talking on the phone. "Heads you win, tails I lose? How do you see a coin toss through a pho-... Whoa......." He trailed off, in awe.
Dante barged in, seeing his brother gone and the phone off it's reciever. "Just great..." Dante muttered. He took out his cell phone and dialed Nero's number. "Kid, Vergie's gone again."
"What, again?" Nero said, irritated. "Was it another phone bet?"
"You guessed it." Dante said, nomming on a donut.
"From who?" Nero questioned.
"That stupid skunk haired kid who thinks he's me." Dante said with a dry expression.
"How did I know that'd come up?" Nero said just as dryly. "I'll be there in a bit."
"Good." Dante said, hanging up. "Fourth time in a week..." He groaned, laying down on his bed and taking a nap, awaiting Nero. "This is such a crap job..."
--
Nero’s bike pulled up as Dante put his coat on, having just woken up. “Muzzat…?” Dante said tiredly, looking out the window. “Oh, crap, the kid!” He quickly ran outside, loving the feeling of the wind in his hair.
“Took you long enough.” Nero said, irritated. “You take goddamn forever.”
“Oh shut it.” Dante said darkly. “Just drive. If I’m right, they’ll be at the abandoned warehouse again.”
“You’d think that stupid kid would pick a different place to fight from.” Nero said, rolling his eyes.
“Just keep your eyes ahead.” Dante muttered.
--
They arrived at the warehouse in roughly ten minutes. When they got there, Dante and Nero both bounded into the warehouse, weapons drawn. “Alright you stupid kid.” Dante called out. “Where’s my brother?”
“Not here.” A skunk-haired, beat up teen said, dropping down from the rafters with a smirk on his face and a half organic sword in one hand.
“Y’know kid, you’re really getting on my last nerves.” Dante grumbled.
“I’m gonna win this time.” The teen said, ignoring Dante’s statement. He charged at Nero and planted a kick in his face, sending Nero into a wall and knocking him out of the fight before he could do anything.
“You’ve gotten fast.” Dante said, throwing Rebellion at the teen. The teen grabbed it and threw it back, impaling Dante to the wall.
“You should realize that that doesn’t work.” Dante said, jumping from the wall with Rebellion in his chest and punching the teen in the face, issuing blood from his nose. The teen snarled and wrapped his weapon around Dante’s body, to which Dante scoffed. Dante grabbed the weapon and snapped it in half, then jabbed his own sword into the teen’s chest. The teen coughed up blood, then fell to the ground, writhing in pain.
“So answer me… Who are you?” Dante asked, panting slightly.
“My name is Dante…” The teen spat menacingly.
“WHAT?!” Dante exclaimed.
By
Storm Silves
"What to do, what to do..." Dante thought as he looked around his office. There wasn't anything he could really do. His swords were all sharpened, he had no errands to run, and the last job he had gone on ended in disaster when he got a nice gash on his left eye. He sighed loudly. "Yo Vergie!" He called to the door on his left. "What's up?"
"Shut it, Dante." Vergil's cold voice replied. "I'm in the middle of something."
Suddenly curious, Dante smirked and walked into the hallway, listening in on an interesting conversation.
"What kind of bet?" Vergil asked, obviously talking on the phone. "Heads you win, tails I lose? How do you see a coin toss through a pho-... Whoa......." He trailed off, in awe.
Dante barged in, seeing his brother gone and the phone off it's reciever. "Just great..." Dante muttered. He took out his cell phone and dialed Nero's number. "Kid, Vergie's gone again."
"What, again?" Nero said, irritated. "Was it another phone bet?"
"You guessed it." Dante said, nomming on a donut.
"From who?" Nero questioned.
"That stupid skunk haired kid who thinks he's me." Dante said with a dry expression.
"How did I know that'd come up?" Nero said just as dryly. "I'll be there in a bit."
"Good." Dante said, hanging up. "Fourth time in a week..." He groaned, laying down on his bed and taking a nap, awaiting Nero. "This is such a crap job..."
--
Nero’s bike pulled up as Dante put his coat on, having just woken up. “Muzzat…?” Dante said tiredly, looking out the window. “Oh, crap, the kid!” He quickly ran outside, loving the feeling of the wind in his hair.
“Took you long enough.” Nero said, irritated. “You take goddamn forever.”
“Oh shut it.” Dante said darkly. “Just drive. If I’m right, they’ll be at the abandoned warehouse again.”
“You’d think that stupid kid would pick a different place to fight from.” Nero said, rolling his eyes.
“Just keep your eyes ahead.” Dante muttered.
--
They arrived at the warehouse in roughly ten minutes. When they got there, Dante and Nero both bounded into the warehouse, weapons drawn. “Alright you stupid kid.” Dante called out. “Where’s my brother?”
“Not here.” A skunk-haired, beat up teen said, dropping down from the rafters with a smirk on his face and a half organic sword in one hand.
“Y’know kid, you’re really getting on my last nerves.” Dante grumbled.
“I’m gonna win this time.” The teen said, ignoring Dante’s statement. He charged at Nero and planted a kick in his face, sending Nero into a wall and knocking him out of the fight before he could do anything.
“You’ve gotten fast.” Dante said, throwing Rebellion at the teen. The teen grabbed it and threw it back, impaling Dante to the wall.
“You should realize that that doesn’t work.” Dante said, jumping from the wall with Rebellion in his chest and punching the teen in the face, issuing blood from his nose. The teen snarled and wrapped his weapon around Dante’s body, to which Dante scoffed. Dante grabbed the weapon and snapped it in half, then jabbed his own sword into the teen’s chest. The teen coughed up blood, then fell to the ground, writhing in pain.
“So answer me… Who are you?” Dante asked, panting slightly.
“My name is Dante…” The teen spat menacingly.
“WHAT?!” Dante exclaimed.
