DARK AND DANGEROUS...
Are the only things that can define Dante Hall.
He is the monster in your nightmares, he is the death that follows you endlessly, he is the darkness swarming the shadows.
I thought my life was broken after my soul had been c...
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It's dark...
I had been running for what felt like hours, my heart pounding hard against my cage as I tried to catch my breath.
The moment I reached the end of the street, I slipped to the right, dashing forward until I found the place I was looking for.
The perfect place to hide.
I jumped into one of the gutters of the abandoned restaurant, Callio, and I managed to fit my small form through the slightly parted window.
The second I got through, I landed on the floor and instantly dashed over to a rundown counter, immediately ducking under it.
I then caught my breath.
My skin was freezing, ice slicing through my bloodstream. I could feel needles pricking into my heart... one by one... like I was a voodoo doll.
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see straight.
My vision cracked like glass, and I held onto myself as shivers racked my body.
I'm safe... I'm safe... I'm safe.
I rocked myself, repeating the words over and over again in my head.
Until I heard a pair of feet land on the floor of the store in the direction I came in, and my throat constricted.
My breaths huffed out faster, and I shook profusely when his footsteps echoed through the concrete floors.
My skin paled... I couldn't see anything anymore. I was breathing so harshly that my head grew weary and foggy.
I'm safe... I'm safe... I'm safe...
His footsteps started in my direction.
Ice flooded through my veins, and I bit my fingernails into my arms, the tremors spreading through me like wildfire.
Until he stepped around the counter, stopping right where he was hiding as his heels clicked together.
I'm going to die... I'm going to die... I'm going to die...
He then knelt down, and I cried out, shrinking into the wall.
But the moment I saw his familiar red eyes and dark hair... as well as his black Metallica shirt, I just sank back into myself.
"D—D—D—Dante...?"
He just watched me carefully, his smile completely gone.
The moment he reached for me, I scrambled further back, kicking my legs out at him but they were too short to hit him.
He drew back then, lips parting. "Luca."
I didn't say anything like I wanted to. I didn't tell him to "go away", or to "screw off". I didn't even tell him I was afraid of him and everything around me right now.
