Immortals (Devil may Cry)

My life, My fate

My eyes widened in horror. Vergil moved towards Dante, forcing him to sit. The dark red blood covering Dante appeared to be his. I didn't stick around.  I turned and ran down the stairs to my room in the basement, closing the door.

With the light shut off, I wedged myself between the wall and the bed, completely hidden from view. I drew my knees to my chest, hiding my face. I told myself not to cry, but I was so stressed out and frustrated. Scared.

I breathed deeply, afraid that at any moment, Mundus would crash through the door and rip my heart out. My breath stuttered. And I couldn't help but cry.

Why me? What did I do to get into this mess? Why did I have to see Vergil sitting in that alleyway? Why did I make the stupid decision to save him? Why can't my life go back to normal?

Tears streamed down my face as my stress poured from me. And that was when the door opened. The light came on and Vergil called my name, "Cassi? Are you alright?"

He came around the bed to find me balling my eyes out. Sympathy covered his face as he crouched down in front of me.

"Cassi, it's okay. You are fine. Nothing will ever happen to you. I promised that, didn't I?"

I squeezed my eyes shut as he pulled me from the corner, and into his lap. He pulled me into a comforting hug, and I pressed my head to his chest. He held me like that, rocking me back and forth until I didn't have any tears left to cry. I sat there, listening to his heartbeat as I settled down.

"Are you okay?" I could feel the vibration from his voice in his chest.

I nodded as a fell into a type of stuttering breath fit. I always fell into one when I cried. He held me like that until my breaths evened out. I pulled myself from his grip, pressing my back to the wall.

"Sorry."

He shook his head, "Don't be. Crying is a great way to relieve stress. Do you feel better?"

I nodded, "Yeah but now I have a headache and my eyes are probably really puffy and red."

He smiled, "Do you need a Tylenol?"

I shook my head, "No."

He stood, "Alright, well I'm going to check on Dante. He's pretty shaken up too. Come on out when you feel better."

I watched him leave, wondering what he was thinking. Wondering how he dealt with stress.

I rubbed my eyes hard, trying to push away the redness. I stood shakily, walking over to the door. I walked to the downstairs bathroom, glancing at my reflection In the mirror. My eyes weren't as red as I thought they would be. I rubbed them again, making my way to the stairs.

"Dante, hold still!"

"Get your fucking hands off of me!"

"Hold still, or I will make you hold still."

I could hear the struggle in the living room as I stood on the top step. Vergil was trying to dig something out of Dante's back with a pair of tweezers. Dante was throwing a "don't touch me" fit and trying to pull away.

"God, Vergil! That hurts!"

"It'll hurt less if you'd just hold still!"

Dante stilled, wincing as Vergil dug into his back. He would alternate with a rag to staunch the bleeding.

"What happened?" I asked, walking up to them.

"Dante got shot in the back. I'm trying to remove the bullet, but he won't sit still."

Dante gasped sharply and Vergil pulled the mushroomed bullet out, pressing the rag over the bleeding wound. He dropped the bullet into a red glass bowl, pulling the bloody rag away from the newly healed wound.

"Vergil, we need to save Kat!"

"We will, relax. We leave at sundown. "

"Do I get to come?" I asked hopefully.

"No." they chorused.

My eyes fell, "Oh."

"We cannot risk your safety." Vergil said quietly.

"Well then, can I invite my friend Jasmine over? You can trust her."

Vergil hesitated, "Uh, I don't know Cassi..."

"Please?"

Vergil glanced at Dante. He shrugged.

Vergil sighed, "Alright..."