Was I evil or what? I made you wait 2 DAYS for this, and I'm REALLY happy
with the responses I'm getting.
Shall I make you wait longer? Hmmmmmmmmm,
nah.
Here's the final, (yes I said final) chapter.
Chapter 9
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"Hi dad." Said Virgil, nervously.
Dante was on a small hill looking down on them.
"You." He pointed at Nicole "Go home." His voice was very stern and serious.
Nicole picked up her rucksack and walked away, giving Virgil a sympathetic look.
"Da…" Virgil started.
"Quiet. We can talk about this at home." Still keeping the same tone of voice.
"This really isn't my day…" murmured Virgil, as he walked up beside his father, head down.
Dante grabbed his cap off the top of Virgil's head as they were walking back home. It showed off his pure white hair.
"Just as I thought." He said with a sigh. They carried on walking, both of them keeping their silence.
After finally getting home, Dante opened the door, and motioned Virgil to go inside.
"Sit down. I'll be right back." Virgil sat down on the couch. Dante went into his room, and closed the door. Virgil could hear everything that was going on in there (probably due to his newly-acquired 'abilities'). He heard Dante shuffling around with some papers, and maybe a book or two. He then heard him pick up the phone. He listened to half of the conversation.
"Quays? Yes it's me, Dante"
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"Yes, that's right. It's happened. He knocked down an entire tree."
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"I don't know, I'll ask him in a while."
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"Don't worry, I knew it would happen sooner or later."
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"It's ok, I'm not going to have a go at him. I should have told him before."
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"I'm gonna tell him in a bit."
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"Ok, I'll see you in about 15 minutes."
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"Goodbye." The seriousness of his voice fading.
Virgil jumped when the door opened, Dante came out, carrying what looked like huge books. He dumped them down on the table in front of the couch, a cloud of dust shot out the sides.
"Dad… are you angry?"
Dante sighed. "No I'm not angry, just a little disappointed. I take it you found the basement?"
"Yeah, I was surprised by it."
"How long did you stay in there?"
"About an hour, until I found out what the stuff in there would do to me."
It was Virgil's time to sigh.
"Dad?"
"Yes?"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Dante sighed again. "Ever since childhood, I've been different from other people. Some feared me, others even tried to kill me. When I found out you would not have that curse, I was happy that you would not have to undergo what I went through. I was only 12 years old when I first killed a demon. I enjoyed it, and that scared the hell outta me. I don't know what I would do if the same things happened to you."
"Dad, there's something else I need to tell you…"
"Hmmm? What's that?"
Virgil told him about what happened yesterday in the alleyway. He was surprised, but not as surprised as Virgil thought he would be.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that." He replied.
"Who were you talking to on the phone?" Said Virgil, changing the subject.
"I'm surprised you even heard me. That was Quays, he's an expert in these matters. I'm not sure if you will remember him, he used to do your so- called 'check-ups'."
There was a knock at the door.
"That's probably him now." Dante got up and opened the door. He greeted him and let him inside. He had long dark-brown hair and big round glasses. He also had a long beard and a dark-black briefcase. He looked more like a hippie/computer nerd crossover than a doctor. Vigil seemed to recognise him though. Dante was pushing what looked like a metal hospital bed into the room from outside. This did NOT help Virgil's nervousness.
"So, this must be Virgil. You've grown quite a bit since I last saw you. Well, shall we get started?" He didn't mess around.
"Started with what?" Virgil replied.
"Tests. Oh don't look worried, there's nothing in this briefcase that can do you any harm." Virgil was more concerned about the big metal… thing.
Quays put his briefcase on the table, and fiddled with a couple of buttons. The briefcase opened with a loud click. Inside was what looked like what a normal doctor would have if he was making a housecall. As a matter-of-fact it WAS what a normal doctor would have. There WERE a few items that he did not recognise.
Quays did all the usual checks. Blood pressure, reflexes, he even used a stethoscope to check his breathing. He then got out what looked like a black rectangular object, connected by a cable to a small monitor. "Squeeze this as hard as possible, and don't laugh because I said that."
The joke made Virgil a bit less nervous, he squeezed on the black object. "Strange."
"What?" Both Dante and Virgil said in unison.
"I thought you said he knocked down a tree"
"He did." Replied Dante
"Well, his strength isn't what I would call… 'demonic'."
Quays got up and walked over to Dante. He whispered something into his ear. Dante nodded.
"Virgil, could you stand next to this please?" he pointed towards the metal bed. "Now put your arm in here please." He pointed towards two metal clamps on the side of the bed. "We have to do a blood test, and I don't want you to move about too much."
Virgil did as he was told. Quays did up the clamps and walked back to his briefcase. He picked something up and turned around. In his hands was a six- inch long syringe.
"You are NOT sticking that into me."
"Don't worry Virgil, it won't hurt…much." Quays took a step closer. Virgil fiddled with his clamps trying to take them off, they were locked somehow.
"I hate needles, keep that thing away from me. Dad? Dad?" He wasn't anywhere in the room. Virgil's heart was pumping fast and the adrenaline was flowing. Quays was right next to him now. Virgil pulled on the restraints again, they snapped straight off. He ran to the other side of the room.
"It's ok Virgil, I was never going to use this on you." He put away the syringe and offered Virgil the black box again.
"Ok, try it now"
Virgil squeezed again. He must have squeezed pretty hard, because shortly after, he crushed the machine in-between his fingers.
"Just as I thought."
"What?" replied Dante as he walked back into the room.
"He cannot use the majority of his…'abilities' like strength and speed until he has an adrenal rush."
"…What?" Virgil asked.
"You can't use your powers unless you are stressed in some way."
Dante looked at his son "I told ya he was good."
Quay took a real blood test (with a much smaller needle) and left the house saying he would give them the results soon.
As soon as he left, Virgil sat down, silent. He noticed the books still lying on the table. He turned to Dante.
"What are these, anyway?" he pointed at the books on the table, realising he had forgotten to ask earlier.
"Books, on the underworld. Which I'm afraid you will have to get to know quite well. That is, if you want to inherit the family business. Now come with me, I have many more things to tell you."
And with that, Dante led Virgil into the basement and closed the door behind him.
~END~
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Finally… over… must… stop…putting… dots…after…every…word.
That was the last chapter. I know my stories tend to be a little fragmented but that's just how my writing is.
Yes there is going to be a sequel. Remember, Virgil still has school to attend so that can be a good recipe for disaster.
And if you enjoyed my fic PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF . . . . SOMETHING, REVIEW IT!
Shall I make you wait longer? Hmmmmmmmmm,
nah.
Here's the final, (yes I said final) chapter.
Chapter 9
--------------------------
"Hi dad." Said Virgil, nervously.
Dante was on a small hill looking down on them.
"You." He pointed at Nicole "Go home." His voice was very stern and serious.
Nicole picked up her rucksack and walked away, giving Virgil a sympathetic look.
"Da…" Virgil started.
"Quiet. We can talk about this at home." Still keeping the same tone of voice.
"This really isn't my day…" murmured Virgil, as he walked up beside his father, head down.
Dante grabbed his cap off the top of Virgil's head as they were walking back home. It showed off his pure white hair.
"Just as I thought." He said with a sigh. They carried on walking, both of them keeping their silence.
After finally getting home, Dante opened the door, and motioned Virgil to go inside.
"Sit down. I'll be right back." Virgil sat down on the couch. Dante went into his room, and closed the door. Virgil could hear everything that was going on in there (probably due to his newly-acquired 'abilities'). He heard Dante shuffling around with some papers, and maybe a book or two. He then heard him pick up the phone. He listened to half of the conversation.
"Quays? Yes it's me, Dante"
-
"Yes, that's right. It's happened. He knocked down an entire tree."
-
"I don't know, I'll ask him in a while."
-
"Don't worry, I knew it would happen sooner or later."
-
"It's ok, I'm not going to have a go at him. I should have told him before."
-
"I'm gonna tell him in a bit."
-
"Ok, I'll see you in about 15 minutes."
-
"Goodbye." The seriousness of his voice fading.
Virgil jumped when the door opened, Dante came out, carrying what looked like huge books. He dumped them down on the table in front of the couch, a cloud of dust shot out the sides.
"Dad… are you angry?"
Dante sighed. "No I'm not angry, just a little disappointed. I take it you found the basement?"
"Yeah, I was surprised by it."
"How long did you stay in there?"
"About an hour, until I found out what the stuff in there would do to me."
It was Virgil's time to sigh.
"Dad?"
"Yes?"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Dante sighed again. "Ever since childhood, I've been different from other people. Some feared me, others even tried to kill me. When I found out you would not have that curse, I was happy that you would not have to undergo what I went through. I was only 12 years old when I first killed a demon. I enjoyed it, and that scared the hell outta me. I don't know what I would do if the same things happened to you."
"Dad, there's something else I need to tell you…"
"Hmmm? What's that?"
Virgil told him about what happened yesterday in the alleyway. He was surprised, but not as surprised as Virgil thought he would be.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that." He replied.
"Who were you talking to on the phone?" Said Virgil, changing the subject.
"I'm surprised you even heard me. That was Quays, he's an expert in these matters. I'm not sure if you will remember him, he used to do your so- called 'check-ups'."
There was a knock at the door.
"That's probably him now." Dante got up and opened the door. He greeted him and let him inside. He had long dark-brown hair and big round glasses. He also had a long beard and a dark-black briefcase. He looked more like a hippie/computer nerd crossover than a doctor. Vigil seemed to recognise him though. Dante was pushing what looked like a metal hospital bed into the room from outside. This did NOT help Virgil's nervousness.
"So, this must be Virgil. You've grown quite a bit since I last saw you. Well, shall we get started?" He didn't mess around.
"Started with what?" Virgil replied.
"Tests. Oh don't look worried, there's nothing in this briefcase that can do you any harm." Virgil was more concerned about the big metal… thing.
Quays put his briefcase on the table, and fiddled with a couple of buttons. The briefcase opened with a loud click. Inside was what looked like what a normal doctor would have if he was making a housecall. As a matter-of-fact it WAS what a normal doctor would have. There WERE a few items that he did not recognise.
Quays did all the usual checks. Blood pressure, reflexes, he even used a stethoscope to check his breathing. He then got out what looked like a black rectangular object, connected by a cable to a small monitor. "Squeeze this as hard as possible, and don't laugh because I said that."
The joke made Virgil a bit less nervous, he squeezed on the black object. "Strange."
"What?" Both Dante and Virgil said in unison.
"I thought you said he knocked down a tree"
"He did." Replied Dante
"Well, his strength isn't what I would call… 'demonic'."
Quays got up and walked over to Dante. He whispered something into his ear. Dante nodded.
"Virgil, could you stand next to this please?" he pointed towards the metal bed. "Now put your arm in here please." He pointed towards two metal clamps on the side of the bed. "We have to do a blood test, and I don't want you to move about too much."
Virgil did as he was told. Quays did up the clamps and walked back to his briefcase. He picked something up and turned around. In his hands was a six- inch long syringe.
"You are NOT sticking that into me."
"Don't worry Virgil, it won't hurt…much." Quays took a step closer. Virgil fiddled with his clamps trying to take them off, they were locked somehow.
"I hate needles, keep that thing away from me. Dad? Dad?" He wasn't anywhere in the room. Virgil's heart was pumping fast and the adrenaline was flowing. Quays was right next to him now. Virgil pulled on the restraints again, they snapped straight off. He ran to the other side of the room.
"It's ok Virgil, I was never going to use this on you." He put away the syringe and offered Virgil the black box again.
"Ok, try it now"
Virgil squeezed again. He must have squeezed pretty hard, because shortly after, he crushed the machine in-between his fingers.
"Just as I thought."
"What?" replied Dante as he walked back into the room.
"He cannot use the majority of his…'abilities' like strength and speed until he has an adrenal rush."
"…What?" Virgil asked.
"You can't use your powers unless you are stressed in some way."
Dante looked at his son "I told ya he was good."
Quay took a real blood test (with a much smaller needle) and left the house saying he would give them the results soon.
As soon as he left, Virgil sat down, silent. He noticed the books still lying on the table. He turned to Dante.
"What are these, anyway?" he pointed at the books on the table, realising he had forgotten to ask earlier.
"Books, on the underworld. Which I'm afraid you will have to get to know quite well. That is, if you want to inherit the family business. Now come with me, I have many more things to tell you."
And with that, Dante led Virgil into the basement and closed the door behind him.
~END~
---------------------------
Finally… over… must… stop…putting… dots…after…every…word.
That was the last chapter. I know my stories tend to be a little fragmented but that's just how my writing is.
Yes there is going to be a sequel. Remember, Virgil still has school to attend so that can be a good recipe for disaster.
And if you enjoyed my fic PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF . . . . SOMETHING, REVIEW IT!