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The firey accident that killed all that Dante loved, drove him to begin to hate the world. He walked around towns seeing other children laughing, smiling, with thier familes and he hated them, he hated everyone. Why was he all alone? Why was there no one to hold him? Why didn't he have anyone to call his own? These questions drove Dante mad. He kept remembering his house on fire, his mothers painful screams, why? Why did all this happen to him?

Dante walked through a nearby village, his clothes still covered in blood, small cuts and scrapes all over his legs and arms. All seemed lost to him, his eyes were empty and full of hate. People stared and pointed at him as he walked by Dante wanted to cry, he was being isolated again. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't, he wouldn't allow himself to. He kept walking, slowly, to the end of the village which led into the mountains. As he walked into the slums of the he heard yells from the next alley. Dante walked past the alley, three guys were beating someone down, it didn't sound like a man, he heard the the screams of a girl. He walked into the alley, one of the guys turned around, "Lookie what we got here..." Thier supposed leader turned around holding a blood covered kinfe and his hand over the mouth of a young girl about Dante's age maybe a bit older. The first thug stood up towering over Dante, "Leave now and we'll forget you were ever here.. Ok?"
Dante looked up at the man he said nothing. Dante turned aroud and started to walk away, the girl bit the thug's hand and screamed to him, "Watch out!"
The thug that had just spoken to Dante was running towards him with an axe in his hand, Dante side-stepped and quickly drew the scythe he had from the last encounter. He slashed at the thug's back countless times, his body fell to the ground. Dante bent down and took knives out of the thug's back pocket, he threw one at the second thug. It stabbed his hand to the wall, he screamed out in pain and tried to pull the knife out.. No luck. Dante threw another knife at him this one stabbed his thigh to the wall, another ear-piercing scream. Dante smiled, "I'll finish you off in a few... And now, whos left?" He said turning around to look at there leader, who was still kneeling,holding the girl. She struggled but he held onto her tightly, she again bit his hand. The angered thug leader smacked her head against a brick and threw her with the dead body of her mother. He stood up staring at the small child that had just killed 1 of his strongest men and immobilized the other. Dante looked down and slowly started to advance, he stopped after a few steps then started laughing manically. He looked up, his grey soulless eye were now red, blood red. His teeth were not that of a humans, they were now sharp and strong. He tightend his hold on the bloody scythe. A grim voice spoke to him, "I have given you part of my powers, use them wisely... This may seem to be a blessing, but no its far from that.. You have been cursed by me to do my bidding. Now go young one, finish him!" A black hooded figure appeared before Dante, a bone hand extended to Dante's shoulder. As it touched him dante felt another rush of energy, his lust for blood had grown dramatically. The figure dissapered, the thug leader, who had seen nothing, stood before Dante, with the knife stabbed in dante's stomach. Dante looked up his red eyes glaring at the thug, Dante grabbed his arm and squeezed it really tightly, his nails dug into the the thug's arm, blood trickeld from them. Out of pain, the man let go of the knife and yanked his arm back, Dante's fingers were covered in blood, he licked one of them, then wiped the rest on his shirt. He pulled the knife out of his stomach and slowly advanced the thug. He walked back trying to get away from this demon child, Dante smiled as he watched the giant oaf struggle. He ran up and slashed the at the thug, a long, deep cut extending from his bottom left rib to his collar bone. Dante kicked him behind his knee bringing him to the ground. There eyes met for a second, Dante's eyes were full of hate and anger. The thug's eyes were full of cowrdice and fear, dante smiled, then stabbed the knife into the man's throat, killing him slowly and painfully.

He stood up wiped the blood off his hands then surveyed the alley, one man lay on the round with countless cuts on his back, one was impaled to the wall, the other was face down on the ground with a knife coming through the back of his neck. Dante walked over to the girl, ~still alive...~ he thought. He picked her up in his arms and carried her out of the alleyway. A rain drop fell on Dante's cheek, followed by another one, then another. Soon it was raining pretty hard, the girl shifted a little, she wrapped her arms around Dante, he continued to walk back into the town. Dante dropped her off at the first house he saw, left her outside the porch as he knocked on the door. He ran away from the house, away from the town, away from people. He was through, he wanted nothing to do with people anymore, from now on it was all about him... Oh but how wrong he was. After running for a few miles, past the town and on the outskirts of a new one he fell to the ground. He clutched his stomach, it was aching, it felt wet, he'd been thinking it was because of the rain. He breathed heavily then slower and slower and slower until he was unconcious. He lay there on the ground, holding his stomach in the middle of the road. Was he going to die here?