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Tryout Fic 17: When Liquid Met DanteDante was sitting quietly at the table ... his face was painted with his very heart – cold, dark, and emotionless. His white hair covered his eyes, concealing their hatred. Exactly whom that rage and fury was aimed at, however, was no less blurred and furtive than his very soul – that shallow river within an endless fissure. With a sly smirk upon his face, Dante glanced upwards, brushing the streaks of hair out of his face, and stared at the Englishman standing in front of him. The man’s long hair was no less crimson than Dante’s coat, the blood from the demons littering the street behind him outside of the building staining it red. Dante lifted his hands from under the table and set a pair of pistols on the wooden board, their barrels staring down the vicious killer’s eyes. “Not bad for a guy who drinks tea half the day.” The man managed a smile. “The money?” Dante chuckled. “Liquid, right?” The man nodded slightly. “What’s a guy like you want to do with this kind of money?” “I didn’t take this job to be asked questions.” Dante rose to his feet in a flash, Ebony and Ivory, his two personal handguns, positioned on Liquid’s forehead. Liquid did all but move; his eyes remained glued to Dante’s, staring into his soulless embodiment. Dante spoke fiercely, yet with a certain undeniable patience, “You’re still trying to cure the genome soldiers, aren’t you?” Liquid reached into his coat and revealed a FAMAS assault rifle. “What I do with the money is my business. I killed all of your demons. I want this money.” Dante laughed and mockingly spoke. “Little uptight, Liquid? Would you like a spot of tea while you cool down?” Liquid grimaced and aimed his FAMAS at Dante’s head, but not near as quick as Dante had already flipped up into the air, his handguns widely spread. A few quick pulses of energy fired out of the guns’ mouths, illuminating the dark room. Liquid ducked, barely dodging the blistering shots, and slid himself under the table behind Dante. Dante landed on his feet on top of the table only to be swept off of his feet by Liquid’s speedy forearm. The whole scene seemed to take place in slow motion – the demon was flipping around in midair at inhuman speeds, yet the demonic clone was able to follow. Dante landed in a hand-plant on the side of the wood, both hands still wielding Ebony and Ivory. As he spun to the ground, he fired off several shots in Liquid’s direction. Liquid dashed sideways, rolling out of the explosion. Dante growled in anger and through down his handguns, only to draw Alastor. The sword was entangled within an electric barrier, high-powered voltage sparking around it in all directions. Liquid threw down his FAMAS and drew a serrated knife from his pants, watching Dante charge in at him with Alastor extended. Without hesitance, Liquid kicked the table up; the sword stuck straight through the wood and got caught. In an instant, Liquid chucked the table into the air and threw the knife in the direction of Dante. It sailed through the thin air, breaking all that got in its way, and zipped under the rising table. An expression of fear awaited ... an expression of horror, of unparalleled knowledge that did not wish to be known. The knife went straight into Dante’s throat; blood spurted out of the wound, dispersing in all directions. The devilish blood surged into Dante’s eyes, blinding him, as he fell backwards onto the hard floor. His breaths were scattered – some stronger than others, some weaker. Liquid stared at Dante’s gash as he spoke, the words, few and scarce, flowing off of his lips like poison. “Have at you ...” Dante opened his eyes, barely able to see through the gallons of blood drowning him, and noticed the table falling down towards him, the electric blade of Alastor pointed right at him. “... No ...!” The table fell to the ground; the sharp point of the sword dove through his stomach and into the ground, pinning him to the floor. Dante threw up more blood – his hands and feet were shaking quickly ... cold ... from death. Liquid kneeled down at Dante’s head and took the knife out of his throat. Dante was barely able to move his eyes to look at Liquid ... ... It was the last thing he ever saw. Slice. Liquid walked back outside to the street, still littered with demons, leaving behind a beheaded Dante. His sadistic smile appeared once again, and he finished his last statement. “Have at you ... Snake ...” Back |