Target((DANTE))

[Sheva Alomar]

Clinging to the shadows, and trying hard not to let herself be seen by the lights beaming from the street lamps above, Sheva Alomar followed- more like stalked the man in red who walked, seemingly not knowing she was there.

She had thought her eyes had decieved her at first glance, she had been passing through the town's park, hunting, trying to catch something or someone out of place, and it seemed to her as though she had got her wish when she had spotted the all to brave man kill what looked like three men, for no apparent reason at all. What made this worse, was that he did this on her turf in Racoon City, where she had been left to clean up the living dead left behind.

That is why she was following her target with her A.K. 47, fully loaded before the journy, and followed him to what seemed like a shop of some sort.

Sheva read the sign Devil May Cry, it was probably going to turn out to be some kind of a whore house or something else revolting. Judging by the persona her target seemed to let off.

[Dante]

The hunter, or in his case the seemingly hunted at the moment, walked down the street towards his destination, sensing Sheva behind him as he moved his feet slowly, he had to admit, he was enjoying himself tonight, he had bagged a couple of demons in Racoon city who tried to pass themselves off as humans, those were his favorite kind, the ones who tried to pull the wool over his eyes, the ones who thought him to be oblivious to their true nature.

However it seemed that tonight he was not alone in his endevours, for the moment he left the two, he had heard within a matter of seconds a gun going off, and then the faint sound of footsteps following him, footsteps which would be very hard to hear by any normal human, but Dante however was not a normal human, on the contrary, he had very little human in him at all.

Dante was the son of the great Sparda, who's claim to fame was the defeat of the great Dark Emporer Mundus, this is where Dante had inherited his demon heritage, him and Vergil, Dante's twin brother.

The woman's soft footsteps stopped as they reached the Devil May Cry shop, Dante paused for a moment, using his periphials he looked to the side, he could tell he was being stalked by someone inexperienced, for he could see just the faint outline of the black shadow on the ground. He sniggered, this was where the stranger would have to reveal herself, there was no way he was going to allow his shop to get destroyed, again " You can come out now." He called, rolling his eyes and putting his hands on the head of his guns, just in case.

[Sheva Alomar]

The white haired man had paused in a way that told Sheva that he knew he was being followed, which was rediculus for she had years of military training, and one thing that they were trained for was stealth, and agility so as to not get yourself caught by the enemy, but somehow, with this man's body language and the way that he seemed to shift himself around it definatley made Sheva think that he knew he was being watched closely.


Suddenly she heard his voice, it sounded as though he was nothing but a mere kid, however his words definately indicated his knowing of her presence as he was calling her out, something which Sheva took the challenge seriously for she made sure the gun was aimed as she crawled out of hiding, the gun pointed on her mark. She wondered how the man knew she had been there as she walked cautiously, remembering more training, it was wiser to never get too brave, or to make any sudden movements.

Sheva pulled the safety lock off and walked into plain view of the man and watched from behind him as he seemed to be pulling something from within the confines of his long red trench.

[Dante]

So he had a brave one tonight, he thought as he heard the safety lock click, he felt the barrel pointed at the back of his head, Dante had pulled out his own two handguns; Eboney and Ivory Dante's two personal favorite tricked out handguns. He had made these weopons himself, they were designed for quick shots and his favorite sport, killing the fiends of hell with a single blast, and of course anyone else who got in his way.

" Put the gun down." He warned before he slowly turned to face the woman who persisted on following him around, he stared at her cooly, " We wouldn't want you to waste the amunition."

He chuckled, if she were to shoot him, it would in fact be a waste, it wasn't as though a simple mortal A.K. 47, would be enough to take down someone who's veins were filled with that of a demon. However it would be amuzing to watch.

[Sheva Alomar]

As she stood there, he warned her again to lower her weapon, intently Sheva kept it there though, as her eyes lowered to the man's belt area where it seemed he had his hands placed on his own weapons, there was no way she was letting this man trick her into getting the first shot, there was no way she would be trusting of this man after what she had seen him do.

" No," She answered staring into the preditor's face, he couldn't be any older than his late twenty's, " You first."

Sheva nodded towards the guns he was holding, her finger placed carefully on the trigger waiting for Dante to make his decision.

[Dante]

Dante sighed and then removed his hands from the head of his guns, " Alright," he said giving in and removing his hands from the two guns, " Look, if you want to, come inside and I'll explain everything." He offered, becoming slightly annoyed by the suspision in her tone.

He glanced at the girl's face and then took a quick glance over her shoulder where he immidiately noticed something approaching. He was quick to grab for his guns at this point, he aimed them over Sheva's shoulders as he blasted the two guns off shooting the demon behind her, once it was finished he looked down at Sheva, " Coming?" He asked her as he turned around, hoping that would knock off any paranoia she had about him.

[Sheva Alomar]

The white haired man was convincing, so much so that Sheva had let her guard down as he spoke to her. The gun lowered as he spoke, however in an instant it seemed that the preditor before her had tricked her as he pulled out his guns again and began shooting.

Sheva raised her own gun and was about to shoot when she heard a noise behind her, the sound of something unnatural, as Dante's gun hit the demon, she heard it hiss as it seemed the man in the red jacket's aim was accurate, which Sheva found intriguing for it was not every day that a mere man had such good aim, the bullet didn't even touch her.

She looked behind her in time to watch the thing's last attempt for survival, and then watched as it's form slowly withered away into nothingness, this was when she turned around to face Dante, to hear his offer.


"Coming?" He had asked her, offering her safety for the time being.

Sheva looked back at the spot where the demon had stood, it was nearly her laying there in it's grasps. She looked back at Dante and nodded, he had proven himself in that instant, proved that he may be an interesting advisary, someone who may just be able to be trusted, thus he did have just a few questions he needed to answer, so she followed him into the building, willingly, grateful that he had saved her life just there.

[Dante]

Dante could hear the sound of Sheva's boots click the pavement as she followed him the rest of the way to the shop, both walking silently as they reached their destination.

Once they reached the door Dante pushed it open and stood aside allowing Sheva to enter first, he chuckled at the look the woman had given to him at this motion. " It's safe." He promised as he entered in after her, walking on a now hardwood surface.

Dante walked over to his desk and pressed play on his answering machine, only hearing the robotic voice telling him that no one called, and that he had no new messages to make his life interesting. He sighed, " Too bad." He said and then sat down on the chair behind the desk. Once seated he turned his head upwards towards Sheva's face. He didn't know where to start, so he decided introducing himself would probably be the best beginning than any, " I'm Dante." He said as he leaned back and put his hands behind his head, and his feet up on the desk. " And you want to question me." He chuckled as he seen a serious look in the hunter's eyes.

[Sheva Alomar]

Once inside Sheva was pleasantly surprised to see that she was wrong about her prior notion of this building being some kind of a whore house, but an actual office. Though there was a few questionable pictures hanging on the wall, mingled with some other rather interesting wall hangings that if she stayed long enough she would ask questions about them later.

She watched him as he listened to the answering machine, and then obviously not satisfied by it, she watched as he sat down in his chair and to her rather unprofessionally leaned back and put his feet up on the desk. This was when she decided to approach.

He had introduced himself as Dante, so she figured she may as well introduce herself before she started popping questions off too him. " I'm Sheva Alomar," She began wondering what to ask first, as she brushed back a piece of black hair which didn't seem to want to stay out of her face, " I'm only following you because of those men you murdered back in Racoon City." She admitted, wanting to get this out in the open as she decided it was safe enough to lay her gun down on the table in front of him. " I really don't know why you did it, and well, that matter is really up to you to decide if you tell me or not, but it may surprise you to know that after you killed them, I myself had to do some clean up so to say."

She wondered as she spoke if she should be telling Dante about how the men rose, their forms belong to what it had been before he had killed them, however their souls were not the same.

[Dante]

Dante continued sitting while the young african girl told him about witnessing his terrible crime. Dante chuckled at this, except for when she told him they had come back different, that seemed to take the smiled right off of his face.

" Well, Sheva, those men you seen me kill in the graveyard were demons." He said as he began to go into a story about how he had been tracking the three men all night at the request of a bar owner who had a run in with the guys. At first the bar tender had went to them because apparently they sold some half decent drugs, good enough to have a real good few hours, it seemed some people in times like these need that, so Dante didn't really blame him, but when he went to the house, he was greeted to nothing but darkness- this was how the bar tender had put it anyway- he had told Dante, who was reciting this back to Sheva, that their was a half eaten body laying on the ground, and coming from inside were the three men laughing.

" So I decided to check it out." Dante finally came to the ending of his story, " Bartender was real freaked out, turns out he was right, there really was drug dealing demons." Dante smiled, he really didn't know though that they had died and came back to life, when he was done with them he was sure that they were dead, in fact he knew they were. His head lifted towards Sheva, " Weird. But good for you finishing them off."
He forced a smile, hopefully he gave her enough for her to not have to question him anymore.

[Sheva Alomar]

Sheva hung on the edge of every word that the hunter spoke. So he wasn't a murderer, the men Dante had killed were murders who sold drugs to those who were weak enough to take them, desperate to escape the reality of the truth. This was an expected side effect when the civilization you came to know changed so drastically where you had things such as curfews locking you up like a prisoner, or you had guards watching your every move just in case you turned out to be some kind of a demon.

Sheva shook her head, she wondered if there had ever been peace on this earthly relm, she had always pondered what the world would have been like if the the devil himself wasn't walking about the innocent souls who, some, still seemed to be oblivious to the fact that someday they would fall victim to untimely deaths, that they would someday fall into a catagory of being a meal to something they would have deemed as being unnatural. A mere monster hiding under a child's bed.

Sheva's eyes raised upwards to look into the hunter's face, he had explained the demons, this Sheva was grateful for this new information, but that still didn't explain how they managed to rise again, after all the hunter was sure that they had been dead when he had left, and to Sheva he did seem like the type who knew what he was doing, someone highly educated in this field of operations, the type of person who perhaps someday if she was lucky enough would be able to have the oppurtunity to learn a thing or two from.
" I would say we should get to the bottom of this." Sheva offered her two cents about the situation, " And soon."

She was beginning to have a nasty feeling that there was something familiar involved, and at this she hoped she was wrong.

[Dante]

Dante found himself holding a head in his hands as the darkly skinned woman in front of him spoke. When he was making his way home tonight, walking along the untidy paved roads he had two intentions; his first was to order a pizza, maybe watch some t.v., the relaxation thing. The second was to stretch out in his bed, where if he was lucky he could maybe get some sleep. In between he was going to try to get a shower or something. Alas though, as he met the soft eyes of the woman, he realized none of this was going to happen, that the only way he would have any time to himself was to entertain this woman's antics.

Her voice was full of urgency, like that of someone who actually had a hint of recognition. Like she had been up against this type of thing before. In fact everything about her gave this impression, from the way she held herself, almost as though she was on guard, ready for anything that may walk through the door, to the way she had earlier held her gun, prepared to set it off if she had too. He could see it, she seemed apprehensive though at the same time.

" Look." Dante began, " We'll do something about this, but perhaps it could wait until the morning" He offered, hoping maybe she would accept this and he'd be able to get some much needed rest before he went off demon hunting. " I mean, it can't hurt right? You could take the bed, I'll sleep on the couch....." He glanced at the couch, wishing instantly that he hadn't made this offer, now secretly hoping she would choose to go elsewhere. " So, ya, what do you say? We sleep on it?"

[Sheva Alomar]

She shuddered as she felt an old feeling came to her. The familiar adreniline rush right before the hunt mingled with fear and wonder. Nothing would stop her tonight from going out and just hunting. To take her time as she searched for what, she did not know.

Sheva sized the hunter, he was no Chris Redfield, that was for sure, but he knew how to handle himself in a fight, as she had witnessed outside of the building, he was a quick and accurate with his gun, and he knew how to kill quickly which showed he was experienced. But their was something else she saw as she watched him thinking as he sat behind the large desk, he was young, meaning she had to be cautious, the younger a person was the more likely they are to be reckless, and he probably didn't enjoy the simple convinience that a plan brought.

Finally as the slow minutes dragged by, the hunter spoke. Sheva was rather disappointed by the words that came out of his mouth, he wanted to sleep on it. There was demons lingering about and he felt like sleeping.

" Well, if you feel like sleeping, you are quite welcomed to do so." She came back to him with her own answer, whilst doing so, she grabbed her shot gun off of the desk, " But I, feel like eliminating what I can." She smiled at him and turned around towards the exit of the building, she had an idea as she stopped dead in her tracks for a moment, " I mean, if you're scared, that's fine. You just gotta say so."

She continued walking towards the door, slower than she would have liked, but she was sure, that would be enough to draw him out with her.

[Dante]

He watched as her face fell. Her eyes looked like that of a child who's balloon was just bursted, it was a look that made him remember how many times he himself had that same feeling, so many times before. Still, he didn't want to be bothered with the problems of someone else, especially when there was no payment even mentioned, what did she think- everyone gets something for nothing?

He watched her as she turned around, she was leaving which turned out to be in Dante's favor, good he thought as he listened to the sound of clicks her boots had made on the hardwood flooring.

" I mean, if you're scared, that's fine. You just gotta say so." she had said to him. He felt his teeth clenching together as she said this to him, they began grinding back and forth, it sounded as though it was ment to sound like a joke, but it came out more as a challenge as it woken something deep inside of him.

Dante sprung up to his feet, " Wait." He called after her, " Just give me a second and I'll go with you." He said, besides he still needed some weapons if they were going hunting.