Post by danteslover on Dec 20, 2005 22:02:40 GMT -5
Prologue
The cold ground faded and the sky became a wonderful freedom tickled by the wind splashed with warm clouds. Floating pleasantly up to a place where nothing could go wrong. A boy I recognized as my friend floated some distance away, not noticing me as I soared up at the same rate as he. It was an amazing place, it really was. Entering the area high above where the air became thin and the sun warmed the skies with a comforting light that peeked over the ridges of far-off mountains. The clouds seemed to solidify as I passed by them, making them whiter and fluffier then they were just moments ago. I must have been flying by the levels of the great stretches of blue at an amazing pace, because I soon came to a place where I was guided by an invisible force to sit on clouds higher then almost all the others. My good friend who I'd seen on the way up came to rest on the cloud beside me. He was looking very happy and almost completely spaced out. I was laying on my stomach as he sat cross-legged beside me on a missive fluffy white cotton ball, as it might seem to be.
"Hi, Pat!" I said cheerily. He smiled widely as we sat in what seemed to be a Heaven of sorts.
"Hi, Taylor!" he responded. I could swear that he had wings, but then, there's a lot of air pressure that high up. He laid down on his back and counted what stars he could see during the day, and I did the same. After all, what else was there to do this high up? I talked to him for a long time as the day slowly went by, gradually able to see more and more stars. It became a racing game of sorts. The first person to find to next star got to do as you would when a punch-buggy goes by. I was a little slower then him for the most part, but I did my fair share of punching him. This game earned the very long title, 'New star; No punch backs!'
"Ow!" Pat said through a muffled laugh. We were suddenly looking at a black sky. Had it not been light blue just seconds before? Without giving us time to prepare, the cloud abruptly dropped downward at an incredible speed. Lifted into the air momentarily, I found my self clawing with my hands as I tried to grip something, anything, to keep from falling.
A few minutes later, I found myself laying next to Pat, who was sitting up and looking at me. I turned onto my stomach as he fell back to lie on the white floating object. I observed that he was holding the surface of the cloud tightly in his hand and shaking a little from fear. I was too. The entire world seemed to have darkened to a black pool of indescribable shadows. The cloud shifted, and my heart jumped. The wind was picking up too. Thankfully, it was only Pat turning onto his side. Then, again, the cloud fell down. This time, though it hurt my arms as well as Pat's, we did not go free-falling back to it's surface. Instead we found ourselves clinging to it for dear life. I couldn't keep my eyes open against the force of the air, and buried my face into the fluff of the warm, cloth-like fabrics of the cloud. After a while I adjusted to the pressure and looked to see something floating in the midst of the Heaven I'd found. A woman.
She looked aged, but not very old. She still seemed young. Most importantly, she was floating. She had no wings, and she wasn't moving up or down. Just floating. She suddenly came upward to face me. Pat was facing the other way as he was still clinging for the sake of his life. He heard me gasp and thought something was wrong. Flipping over as fast as he could, he put an arm over me to prevent me from flying away. When, in reality, he was in more danger by having let go. The odd lady floated some feet away from us and laughed.
"Weaklings. You beings are not worthy of this sky!" the woman said in an irritated voice. With a wave of her hand, she sent a great gust of wind in our direction and sent the clouds flying in every plausible direction. Then, I saw another figure in the clouds. It seemed to be staring longingly at me, though I couldn't see it's face.
"Don't worry. I'm coming for you...." the figure mouthed to me. How I know it was saying this, I may never be able to tell you. It's face was not visible to me.
I heard the woman yell in rage and the wind stopped for a minute. Though she'd been very unhappy just moments ago, she sounded almost pleasantly surprised now. She spoke in a sly, deceiving tone: "Ah, Dante! I thought you'd never get here!"
"Yeah, well I have a previous engagement. But, I think I have time to play a little game first." The man who had appeared from the clouds, the figure who'd said for me not to worry, stood there now. The wind had come to a complete stop when he'd come into view. According to the lady standing in the clouds, his name was Dante.
'Dante!' I thought. I'd had no idea who that was. Not even the faintest. It seemed to have come closer to my mind, but I still couldn't grasp the concept yet. Dante.....
The clouds moved horrendously fast, and I nearly fell from my place. Watching in amazement, I saw Dante lunge at the woman, who simply grabbed the blade and squeezed it. Blood flowed from her wrist and hand like a river. Dante was actually just standing and watching her; holding his sword tightly, he pulled on it and she let go. The blood smeared on the sword, making it glisten with a thirsty light in what was left of the sun beams. The woman stirred the skies with her arms, soon spinning her whole body. The air quickened by ten fold, and Dante was unable to keep his footing. He flew from the cloud bed and soared un-willingly against the wind and up and down in all sorts of directions. I was going numb from the intensining cold of the fierce breezes. I heard gun fire, and looked to see Dante's sword in it's sheath. His hands now held two guns of different colors, but obviously of the same type.
Shooting with an unusually fast nature to do so, the mass that was Dante in this unforgiving place flew in front of the cloud. Lightning had begun to flash a few minutes earlier. Whoever this woman was, she seemed to have power over both the wind and storms. The increased air pressure from a sudden unknown jolt sent me off the cloud. I fell as I screamed silently back to Pat. We went unheard over the roar of the wind and roll of thunder. The lightning cracked loudly and I looked up to see Dante falling towards me. That witch of a woman could be heard cackling evilly and the clouds swirled faster and the wind blew harder and more jerkily. I thought I would honestly die, my eyes closed against the wind. I felt a strong grip around me and looked to see Dante holding me tightly. He was almost cringing from the slight pain of being tossed so mercilessly. I buried my face in his muscular body for a moment, then was urged by an invisible force to look up at him. Dante.......
It suddenly hit me. Dante. The lead character in Devil May Cry. That Dante! I felt sorry for him, and in thinking in such a manner, I also felt his pain. The wind that whipped both him and me doubled after I realized it was him. We were tossed to all levels of the sky, and then, in an instant, we were sent down and nowhere else. I felt even stronger wind against me. Then, there was an unexpected pain in my shoulders. 'What was that?' I had to wonder. My teeth gritted together and the wind pushed on me even harder. I was still looking up at him, but decided to glance down. I could see the squares of cities and towns appearing on the surface of the Earth. I new this was the end. I was going to die. And yet..... I don't know.
The wind reversed as we were about to hit the ground. It pulled us up at the speed of light. We were dropped then reversed back up. Bouncing off of non-existent walls, I suddenly felt the pain in my back return. Curling in pain, I felt a flood of tears rush my face. And pain was all I felt....
I opened my eyes. The pain was still there. I looked up at Dante who was still cringing. Everything was inverted, and I thought I was surely going insane. Normal color returned, and I impulsively stared at Dante. He screamed in pain, but I didn't. Two angel wings spread from his back, tearing away the red leather of his overcoat. Feathers flew around, and everything turned white. It was too bright for me keep my eyes open very long, but I managed a couple sights. I looked with mournful eyes at Pat, who was standing on a cloud in front of me and calling my name out. It became a silent call, and he disappeared from sight. The woman was gasping and shielding herself from the light. I looked up at Dante. His head was facing upwards, and he had a look of slight injury across his face. He and I were engulfed in light, and everything faded.....
The cold ground faded and the sky became a wonderful freedom tickled by the wind splashed with warm clouds. Floating pleasantly up to a place where nothing could go wrong. A boy I recognized as my friend floated some distance away, not noticing me as I soared up at the same rate as he. It was an amazing place, it really was. Entering the area high above where the air became thin and the sun warmed the skies with a comforting light that peeked over the ridges of far-off mountains. The clouds seemed to solidify as I passed by them, making them whiter and fluffier then they were just moments ago. I must have been flying by the levels of the great stretches of blue at an amazing pace, because I soon came to a place where I was guided by an invisible force to sit on clouds higher then almost all the others. My good friend who I'd seen on the way up came to rest on the cloud beside me. He was looking very happy and almost completely spaced out. I was laying on my stomach as he sat cross-legged beside me on a missive fluffy white cotton ball, as it might seem to be.
"Hi, Pat!" I said cheerily. He smiled widely as we sat in what seemed to be a Heaven of sorts.
"Hi, Taylor!" he responded. I could swear that he had wings, but then, there's a lot of air pressure that high up. He laid down on his back and counted what stars he could see during the day, and I did the same. After all, what else was there to do this high up? I talked to him for a long time as the day slowly went by, gradually able to see more and more stars. It became a racing game of sorts. The first person to find to next star got to do as you would when a punch-buggy goes by. I was a little slower then him for the most part, but I did my fair share of punching him. This game earned the very long title, 'New star; No punch backs!'
"Ow!" Pat said through a muffled laugh. We were suddenly looking at a black sky. Had it not been light blue just seconds before? Without giving us time to prepare, the cloud abruptly dropped downward at an incredible speed. Lifted into the air momentarily, I found my self clawing with my hands as I tried to grip something, anything, to keep from falling.
A few minutes later, I found myself laying next to Pat, who was sitting up and looking at me. I turned onto my stomach as he fell back to lie on the white floating object. I observed that he was holding the surface of the cloud tightly in his hand and shaking a little from fear. I was too. The entire world seemed to have darkened to a black pool of indescribable shadows. The cloud shifted, and my heart jumped. The wind was picking up too. Thankfully, it was only Pat turning onto his side. Then, again, the cloud fell down. This time, though it hurt my arms as well as Pat's, we did not go free-falling back to it's surface. Instead we found ourselves clinging to it for dear life. I couldn't keep my eyes open against the force of the air, and buried my face into the fluff of the warm, cloth-like fabrics of the cloud. After a while I adjusted to the pressure and looked to see something floating in the midst of the Heaven I'd found. A woman.
She looked aged, but not very old. She still seemed young. Most importantly, she was floating. She had no wings, and she wasn't moving up or down. Just floating. She suddenly came upward to face me. Pat was facing the other way as he was still clinging for the sake of his life. He heard me gasp and thought something was wrong. Flipping over as fast as he could, he put an arm over me to prevent me from flying away. When, in reality, he was in more danger by having let go. The odd lady floated some feet away from us and laughed.
"Weaklings. You beings are not worthy of this sky!" the woman said in an irritated voice. With a wave of her hand, she sent a great gust of wind in our direction and sent the clouds flying in every plausible direction. Then, I saw another figure in the clouds. It seemed to be staring longingly at me, though I couldn't see it's face.
"Don't worry. I'm coming for you...." the figure mouthed to me. How I know it was saying this, I may never be able to tell you. It's face was not visible to me.
I heard the woman yell in rage and the wind stopped for a minute. Though she'd been very unhappy just moments ago, she sounded almost pleasantly surprised now. She spoke in a sly, deceiving tone: "Ah, Dante! I thought you'd never get here!"
"Yeah, well I have a previous engagement. But, I think I have time to play a little game first." The man who had appeared from the clouds, the figure who'd said for me not to worry, stood there now. The wind had come to a complete stop when he'd come into view. According to the lady standing in the clouds, his name was Dante.
'Dante!' I thought. I'd had no idea who that was. Not even the faintest. It seemed to have come closer to my mind, but I still couldn't grasp the concept yet. Dante.....
The clouds moved horrendously fast, and I nearly fell from my place. Watching in amazement, I saw Dante lunge at the woman, who simply grabbed the blade and squeezed it. Blood flowed from her wrist and hand like a river. Dante was actually just standing and watching her; holding his sword tightly, he pulled on it and she let go. The blood smeared on the sword, making it glisten with a thirsty light in what was left of the sun beams. The woman stirred the skies with her arms, soon spinning her whole body. The air quickened by ten fold, and Dante was unable to keep his footing. He flew from the cloud bed and soared un-willingly against the wind and up and down in all sorts of directions. I was going numb from the intensining cold of the fierce breezes. I heard gun fire, and looked to see Dante's sword in it's sheath. His hands now held two guns of different colors, but obviously of the same type.
Shooting with an unusually fast nature to do so, the mass that was Dante in this unforgiving place flew in front of the cloud. Lightning had begun to flash a few minutes earlier. Whoever this woman was, she seemed to have power over both the wind and storms. The increased air pressure from a sudden unknown jolt sent me off the cloud. I fell as I screamed silently back to Pat. We went unheard over the roar of the wind and roll of thunder. The lightning cracked loudly and I looked up to see Dante falling towards me. That witch of a woman could be heard cackling evilly and the clouds swirled faster and the wind blew harder and more jerkily. I thought I would honestly die, my eyes closed against the wind. I felt a strong grip around me and looked to see Dante holding me tightly. He was almost cringing from the slight pain of being tossed so mercilessly. I buried my face in his muscular body for a moment, then was urged by an invisible force to look up at him. Dante.......
It suddenly hit me. Dante. The lead character in Devil May Cry. That Dante! I felt sorry for him, and in thinking in such a manner, I also felt his pain. The wind that whipped both him and me doubled after I realized it was him. We were tossed to all levels of the sky, and then, in an instant, we were sent down and nowhere else. I felt even stronger wind against me. Then, there was an unexpected pain in my shoulders. 'What was that?' I had to wonder. My teeth gritted together and the wind pushed on me even harder. I was still looking up at him, but decided to glance down. I could see the squares of cities and towns appearing on the surface of the Earth. I new this was the end. I was going to die. And yet..... I don't know.
The wind reversed as we were about to hit the ground. It pulled us up at the speed of light. We were dropped then reversed back up. Bouncing off of non-existent walls, I suddenly felt the pain in my back return. Curling in pain, I felt a flood of tears rush my face. And pain was all I felt....
I opened my eyes. The pain was still there. I looked up at Dante who was still cringing. Everything was inverted, and I thought I was surely going insane. Normal color returned, and I impulsively stared at Dante. He screamed in pain, but I didn't. Two angel wings spread from his back, tearing away the red leather of his overcoat. Feathers flew around, and everything turned white. It was too bright for me keep my eyes open very long, but I managed a couple sights. I looked with mournful eyes at Pat, who was standing on a cloud in front of me and calling my name out. It became a silent call, and he disappeared from sight. The woman was gasping and shielding herself from the light. I looked up at Dante. His head was facing upwards, and he had a look of slight injury across his face. He and I were engulfed in light, and everything faded.....