Immortals (Devil may Cry)

Busting Out of Jail

My eyes widened at the scene. They did not waver; they did not show mercy. I tensed to trace.

"She's tracing!" One screamed.

There was an explosion of sound, and I felt a sting in my side. Pure pain rushed through me, bringing me to my knees.

I screamed in pain, the sack of cash dropping from my grasp. I instantly couldn't see, and I squeezed my eyes shut against the searing hot pain. With a deep breath, I stood shakily, reaching for the bag.

"Hit her with another shock charge!" one of the agents yelled.

I flinched as another explosion of sound erupted, bringing with it, the everlasting pain. I collapsed completely, right side of my face resting on my forearm.

All of my energy drained from me, and I felt so weak. The agents raced forwards, cuffing me. The cuffs were cold, but soon became hot. Very hot.

I cried out as the cuffs burned into my skin, mind wrapped completely around the idea that they had them lit on fire. They drug me to my feet, and my knees buckled. I sank against the agent to my right.

They drug me down the stairs, pulling me outside. I was thrown into the back of a black van, landing with a painful slap of my right shoulder. Three of the agents climbed in with me, and the other two rode up front. I craned my neck to see what they had used for handcuffs.

They looked normal to me, only shinier. I squinted at them, trying to figure it out.

"What the hell?" I said as I saw the angry, red burn marks around my wrists.

The nearest agent gave me a confused look, "You are a new Vampire, aren't you?"

"What did you do to my wrists?!" 

The agent by the doors scoffed, "Does that answer your question, Sherman?" He leaned forwards as the van bumped along, "You are a vampire. You are allergic to silver. Those are silver handcuffs. They will burn you. And you cannot trace while silver is touching you."

I struggled against the silver handcuffs, weakened from the shock charges. It only made the pain worse.

"Who sent you, bloodsucker?" Sherman asked.

I hesitated. Did they know?

"Answer us, and we will make it easier on you." the agent by the door said.

"Make what easier?"

"Torture, and your demise."

I gave Sherman a hard stare, "Kyle Rider sent me."

The agents shared looks. I struggled as Sherman placed a foot on my leg, "I should have known. That old sack of crap thinks he owns this country."

The other agent leaned down, pushing his foot off of me, "Gavin wants her untouched."

"Fuck Gavin, she killed my brother."

I swallowed. I knew I had made a mistake now.

"I am sorry about that, but once Gavin gets what he wants from her, you can take all of your anger out on her."

He hesitated, leaning back. My heart fluttered with fear. I am going to be tortured.

I was seriously wishing Vergil was still here now. He could save me. But that made me feel bad. I was too dependent on him. I needed to do this on my own.

The van began to slow, and Sherman grabbed me roughly, standing me up. The van screeched to a halt, and the agent in the back threw open the door. I was hauled out, forced into a dark, musty building, and thrown to a dusty floor. I coughed the dust from my mouth, rolling onto my side to relive the pressure in my wrists.