Rangers, i wrote this quite recently, i dont usualy upload a story i consider "new" that wasnt a request, but a lot of people asked me to, and i didnt have everyones skype, so here it is, my current favorite project of mine; or rather a part of it, but anyways


Dante a boy of no more then 6, and vincent at the age of 4 sat on thier mother veronica's lap, the trio holded hands slowly and she bounced them gently on her knee. a low noise of a chair falling onto the cement" oh no.." veronica jumped up carrying the two young boys, she was running through the house and put them down infront of a door "go, hide, hide boys"
"but its dark!" dante whined
veronica handed him a flashlight "GO" she flung open the door and pushed them into the room, dante turned on the flashlight and took his brothers hand as they walked down the rickety wooden stairs into the basement
dante's legs shook as his brother vincent almost started to cry, they were both terrified of the basement,
dante covered his brothers mouth, they knew the usual drill of this, everyday when thier father got home they were hid in the basement for thier safety
when they didnt the drunken bastard beat them savagly
dante walked into the usual corner, it was warmer over there, never sure why, but the wastelands heat seemed to leak into that corner of the room, it was warmer then the rest of the frigid room
dante hugged his brother tight covering the young boys mouth as thier mothers screames started to echo through the thin floors, tears rolled down both thier faces, when suddenly the screams grew more brutal and gargled
the screams slowly died out and then footsteps were heard approaching the basement
dante quivered a dark object bairly stood out in the darkness, dante grabbed it out of curiosity, when the door swung open slamming against the wall behind it, dante dropped the object, it fired, it was a gun, dante remembered his father fighting off raiders with it.. dante grabbed the large 357. revolver, he could barely hold the heavy gun, but he ran to his brothers side
thier father came down, lantern in one hand, a bloody knife in the other, blood covered the white wolfs body and fur, a evil cackle on his face
the stench of rum filled the room quickly
dante in fear squeezed the trigger on the gun, he had to use both hands to force the stiff trigger pull back, it fired, the huge flash of fire lit up the room once again, dante fell backwards onto his butt from the recoil, a loud slam and then a crack of the stairs breaking, then the gurgled nonsense let out as the drunkards dyeing breath
dante dropped the gun, it didnt fire this time, dante saw the the bloody body of his father
dante grew sick and he threw up onto the floor near his father, he quivered then fell
dante tried to crawl away, but he was to sick to me
dante looked over at his brother, he was crying, dante didnt even notice... he was temporarily deafened by the gun, it looked like vincent had missed the scene for he was looking away from the gun and the body
dante quivered slowly standing and dragged a blanket over thier fathers corpse
dante ordered his brother up stairs "but wait for me to go out the door" he finished
dante threw up again, and quivered some more, for near an hour before he was able to move properly, dante slowly walked up the staires, his brother waited patiently
dante covered his brothers eyes "hush vincent, dont you cry, just follow me, and dont open your eyes till i say so" dante took his brothers hand covering his eyes wit his other, he walked through the house
thier mothers bloody coprse layed on the floor, it was covered in several stab wounds, blood dripped from her mouth
dante held back his tears, he knew if he cried his brother would to, dante kept walking until they were outside "wait here vincent.." dante hushed him and kissed his forehead
dante walked inside, he started to cry the instant he saw his mothers stiff body
dante layed with her, he was covered in blood, but he didnt care, he wanted his mother up into heaven, to see, "i love you ama.." dante cried hugging her still warm body
dante cried and cried till no more tears came out, then he cried some more, before he headed back into the basement to get the gun
memories of his motehr flashed before his eyes
she had whored her body to pay for her childrens food and her husbands boozes and bullets, he never worked, she sold her body, and now traded her life for her children, she loved dante and vincent
more tears started to roll down dantes face as he remembered her readng or singing to him and his brother every night, "mama... i love you... i miss you much.." dante cried harder and harder, as he grabbed the gun, to young to realize the need for bullets, h walked back upstaires, he hugged his mother goodbye one more time and kissed her cheek softly, then he dried his tears and walked out strong, for his brother. vincent watched dante as he walked out of the house "lets go vincent" "but wheres mommy?" vincent asked tugging his brothers arm "she will meet us later.." dante whispers storking his hair vincent nods and skips slowly holding dante's hands dante smiled, envying the young boy retaining his innocence dante shrugged it off, having to frequently fix his pants from the revolver tucked away in them the two young boys walked for days, the wasteland never seemed to end. "brother.. im hungry.." vincent groaned "we dont have any food vincent..." dante carressed him vincent kept whining "stay here brother.." dante rubbed his cheek "ill be back with food" he finished dante wandered around, footsteps were heard nearby dante worridly looked aroung two large men in spiked leather suits of armour were heading his way, they rank of booze and raw meat. dante started to quiver, he pulled the revolver from his pants, they dropped immediatly after, dante didnt care, the drunken raiders came closer, they started laughing, a bloody knife in one of thier hands dante glared, he saw his father in this man, dante started to squeeze the trigger again the raiders drew even closer, near point blank, the gun fired, dante dropped to his ass again the bullet sounded and the gun flew from dantes hands, it slammed against the sand and fired again, the firs bullet hit one of the raiders in the leg, the other missed completely, the first raider dropped to the ground in pain, the other started to run away, the knife hit the ground nearby dante quivered, he fought back puking as he grabbed the knife and drew close to the drunk man, he was in agonizing pan and to intoxicated to know what was next, his eyes were closed, blood poured from his leg dante closed his eyes, he threw the knife down into the raiders eye socket, blood splattered onto him, dante screaed softly then dropped to the ground and threw up again
"i hope it gets easier..." dante managed to say to himself, coughing up what little food he had in his stomach dante searched through the dead mans backpack, he grabbed all the food he saw, then he made sure to grab the gun, then he walked back to his brother, quivering but letting out all pain before he was in sight "i must stay strong for him" Dante handed his brother vincent a can of food, after he had pried it open. vincent started to eat the unknown meat, he groaned "this is nasty brother!" dante sighed "its all we have vincent.." vincent grumbled and continued to eat, dante wanted to, but he was still sick from before, dante nibbled, he was starving, but he was afraid if he could keep it down, vincent finished the small can "brother im still hungry!" dante looks over ta his brother, dante handed him his own can of food, vincent smiled then started to eat it as well. dantes stomach rumbled "ugh.." he thought to himself. dante stood up and walked away from his brother to keep the sound of his stomach rumbling when vincent finished the 2nd can he pat his stomach then skipped over to dante. dante sighed, vincent smiled wide "oh how i envy you..." dante said quietly "what does envy mean?" vincent staired at his brother cutely and trusting "it means love" dante said quickly to answer his brother in a way that wouldnt make him sad. dante held his brothers hand as they went through the seemingly endless wasteland