Fun is a two player game (Mature: Roy)

[blackflamerose]

Dementia sat down on the bed. Her father eyed her and shook his head. He pulled a chair over and sat down. He grabbed her hands and Dementia blinked.

"Whats wrong daddy? I know you don't like him but I..."
"It isn't that dear. I... hmm... Do you know why I sent you away?"
"Yea. You didn't want me to end up like mom. You were always too worried about that."
"Rose... I... I have been cast out for not letting them deal with you. They are going to be hunting me soon. I knew comming here would put you in danger, but you are a strong girl and you can take care of your self but... I had to see you one last time."
"..."

Dementia couldn't find words. It was because of her that her father was going to die. What could she say? She just stared at him. Her stupid smile leaving her lips. He reached up and set one of his big hands on her face.

"Rose... I got to get going now."
"You are very mean."
"What?"
"You heard me daddy. You are mean. You can take nearly all the demons on in hell. I will do it with you. It would be fine."
"Rose... Enough. I know you don't like this but... It has happened. So lets not make it any worse. Besides... Even if I did fight... Seeing them hurt you, it ... it would kill me. After I lost your mother... You were my only hope."
"Well... Bring them here then. I will do it if you won't."
"ROSE! STOP IT!"

Dementia's voice sounded like she was on the verge of tears. Her hand began trembling in his. She didn't know how long she could hold back the tears. Her father wrapped his arms around her and hugged her.

"Rose... Come on. This isn't you. Stop acting like this. Get back to your elf boy. Just... be on the look out. Daddy has to be going."
"Its not fair though."
"Rose... Stop. You know your mother and I will alway be with you. Good god you even look like her."

He could hear Roy sneezing in the closet. He laughed a bit to him self.

"For the boys sake, dust out your closet too. Goodbye Rose."
"Bye daddy."
"Rose... Becareful."

With that her father kissed her head and headed for the door. He looked back at her one last time and stepped out of the room. He closed the door and was gone. Dementia sighed and got up. She dried her eyes quickly and opened the closet. She smiled at Roy and pulled him on out.

"Well... You are the first to meet my father and live. Be happy about that one."

[Roy Atenwood]

Roy wasn't in the closet when she had opened the door. THe blasted white fire had roared up, and now he was in the hallway, watching Dementia's father walk toward him. He suddenly heard a voice shout out.

Stop right there, demon!

A claymore flew out from a door near Roy. His dorm was only two doors away from Dementia's, and into his hand. He looked down the hallway, and saw a man in a red trenchcoat with bleached hair looking at him and Dementia's "Daddy".

"Devil May Cry was just a video game, FUCKBAG!"

A gunshot sounded. Roy kicked out his bootknife an instant before the gun fired, and te bullet hit the knife in midair, as Roy stepped foreward, and brought his blade in a horizontal arc, bi-secting the rookie hunter.

"That was fun...just one question...how the FUCK did I get out here?"

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Dementia opened the closet. Roy wasn't in there. She pushed around in the sheets.

"Common Atenwood! I am sorry fo-"

A gunshot sounded and Dementia ran for the door practically falling on her face a few times. She threw it open and looked at Roy as he blocked the bullet. Her father looked a bit disturbed as well. He looked at Roy and smirked a bit.

"You have a mouth boy. Watch your language infront of a lady."
"Daddy!"

Dementia said as she bolted from her room to hug her father and check to see if he was okay. Her father laughed at her and patted Dementia on the head.

"I am fine. Thanks to your elf boy."
"Huh? Oh! Right!"

Dementia looked over at Roy and smiled. She looked at her father who looked a bit seriouse now. His tail lashed around behind him. Dementia blinked a little clueless at the moment before she turned her eyes to the novice hunter. She suddenly got angry. To think that some one was attacking her father... And not far from her room either. Maybe they had planned to get her after they delt with him. Dementia's father stepped out infront of Roy and Dementia.

"That was a good block boy. I sugest you and Dementia get back in the room though. She doesn't need to see what her father is about to do."
"The hell if I am daddy! He attacked you!"

Her father smirked. He shook his head a bit at his daughters words. Well he knew her mind was set. No use fighting her about it. Dementia kissed Roy on the cheek and whispered softly in his ear.

"Thanks Roy."
"Dementia. You sure about this? There might be more of em."
"Daddy. I think I can handle it. After all... Roy was easy and alot of people said stuff like that was hard."

Dementia smiled and her father shuddered softly and rubbed his head.

"Dear... Words... Bad image... No...no..."

[Roy Atenwood]

"Don't get complacent yet. There are eight more. And..this one is still alive?"

Roy was completely ignoring the banter from the fallan angel and the demon man. He had more important things to worry about. The hunter's eyes flashed red, and a few beeps and clicks sounded.

Target...aqquired. Added to data-base. Roy Atenwood. Prepare for termination...you....die with....the....demons......

Roy looked down at the hunter. He...it coughed up blood and died. His crystal ball floated in front of his face.

"Yeah.....eight more. What in the nine hells is going on here? Twenty more? Jeez.....and I thought this was going to be boring."

He retrived his knife, as several hunters armed with blades ran around the corner. His spear flew from his room, the heavy iron one, and he reached out and caught it. Sheathing his claymore, he charged the hunters, impaling tow, and snapping one's neck with a well placed kick. The last two were taken down by blasts of light from his crystal ball.

Thirty more entered his mind's eye.

"Err.....get back in the room! There are at least fifty hunters on the way!"

The wind in the hallway picked up.

"Heh....c'mon, ya bastards."

He pulled his spear out of the chest of an unfortunate hunter, and waited for the m to round the corner.

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"Novice hunters? Daddy... The higher ups are cheap aren't they?"
"Very much so pumpkin. You think you can get the ones behind me and your show it off elf boy?"
"Heh. I got em."

Came Dementia's voice as she turned around. Most were comming in front of Roy and her father, but there seemed to be a select few who came in behind them. Dementia smirked a bit and She glanced over at Roy.

"You might want to shut off your mind for a second. Daddy... you too."
"Already done, dear. I know how much you like to mess with peoples minds."
"Hehehe"

Dementia smiled wickedly. Her tongue slid out and ran over the crimson lips. Her mind cried out and a few of the men running up fell to the ground screaming in pain. Dementia flashed images through their minds that even as hunters, none could stand seeing. Her father laughed a bit and he pulled out a knife from his boot.

"Well... common elf boy."

With a quick movement he was in the middle of all those hunters cutting and pulling their limbs off.

[Roy Atenwood]

"Stop calling me elf boy."

Roy muttered under his breath, as he stepped behind a hunter and slit his throat. Turning, he jammed his fist into one's chest, winding the young man-robot-thing. He smirked, as he also saw Dementia's images. He couldn't just shut of his mind like they thought he could, but he had also seen worse, as he pulled the thing's windpipe out with his bare hands.

"Hmmm...hey! Long,tan, and ugly! Four on your left!"

He impalled four more, kicking them off of his spear. He was no warrior, though, and was swiftly tiring.

Ten more rounded the corner. THey doubled over in pain as Roy's eyes started to glow. Their heads exploded like ripe melons. The heads of most of the hunters did, as he slumped against the walls, most of the hunters turning inside out, or worse, now.

His eyes stopped glowing, and he panted softly.

"That sucked."

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"You are certainly an idiot aren't you elfboy. Don't waist all yo-DEMENTIA!"

Her father looked over, Dementia seemed to be a bit tied up. The ones that had rushed in had kinda backed her into a corner. Her telepathic images only worked for so long before she had to revert to hand combat. Her father hated to see his daughter in hand combat because she was just terrible with it. Especially weaponless.

"I am fine daddy!"

She called out to him with a smile on her crimson lips. She was looking so helpless that her father nearly forgot his daughter kept weapons on her person almost always. From the sleeves of Dementia's pajama's slid a pair of daggers. She grasped the hilt with her hands and just started slicing. Her father blinked and smirked. His daughter was a terrible hand to hand fighter but those blades seemed to fit her well. She sliced through one and fell to her left knee. One of the hunters capitalized on this and shot at her, the bullet hit her wing and she winced. Dementia bit into her crimson lips and her father went nearly as pale as she was. Seeing his daughter hurt clearly pained him for he lost control of things and began slicing down every hunter he could see.

"Daddy! I am fine!"

Dementia shouted to him but it didn't matter. She tossed her dagger at the hunter who shot her and it hit him in the cheast. He choked on his own blood before dieing. She panted a bit catching her breath.

"Owch..."

[Roy Atenwood]

"I can heal that...they're all gone..."

Roy walked slowly over to Dementia, and spoke to her father.

"I'm going to have to lay my hands on her wing. Don't freak out and rip me in two, or anything. This'll hurt me enough, anyway."

He lightly touched the wound, quickly and deftly, because he saw she would try to stop her, and channeled his mind into it. It healed, giving her a small amount of his life energy. It felt like he had been shot in the back. He felt the bullet, and the impact, as the slug of lead hit his mind instead of body. Blood flew from his mouth after he turned away, and he slumped against te wall again.

"Ow........that sucked, too. Well, I'm heading back to my dorm. No more hunters are coming.....you can trust me on that."

Well, his night was "Shot". THere was no way he could fall asleep with Dementia, now.

"Later."

[blackflamerose]

Dementia looked over at Roy and he went to touch her wing. She tried to move to stop him but it was too late. She watched him turn away and blood leave his mouth. Dementia's father got a bit angry with the boy touching his daughter but by the time he got over there and calmed down he saw the pain in his daughter's eyes. His big hand reached out and pulled her to her feet. Roy said later and Dementia looked over at him. This ment he was going. She sighed. She didn't blame him. There was alot of trouble caused because of her and he had been hurt twice because of her and her wings. Dementia's father reached out with his big hands and put them on the boy's head.

"Daddy..."
"Elf boy you really are dumb."

With this the pain that Roy felt left. Unlike Roy's healing power his took the pain away and the effect it had on Roy with out any reprocussion to himself. Dementia remembered when she would get hurt or something her father fixed it and now he did the same for Roy. The elf boy made an impression on her father and she could tell. With that her father kissed Dementia on the head and headed away.

"Bye daddy!"

Dementia turned her attention to Roy and she hit him in the head.

"Numbskull! We went through this before stop doing that!"

She grabbed up her daggers and then grabbed ahold of Roy's arm. She dragged him off into he room and closed the door. She tossed her daggers to the side and they clanked into a chair. Dementia jumped for her bed and her wing opened up and made sure she landed okay. She of course still had a hold on Roy so he hit the bed with her and she smiled at him.

[Roy Atenwood]

He would've fallen over if the big hand haddn't grbbed the top of his head. His new wound suddenly healed, too. That was weird. VERY weird. He was healed, not dead. Dementia's father HATED him.

And why had hunters shown up? Roy would have to scry that later, but for now, he was being dragged away by Dementia.

"H-hey! I think I'm a little lost....what'd I miss? Did he just grab my head?! Without ripping it off?!"

She flopped onto the bed, pulling him down with her. Her father had left, and she diddn't seem mad anymore, thank whatever gods there were.

She was smiling, and that made him smile. He wrapped his arms around her, and apologized.

"I really should have seen all that coming.....sorry."

[blackflamerose]

Dementia's hand reached up and hit his head softly. She wrapped her arms around him and she rested her head against his cheast. Dementia's eyes slowly drifted closed.

"Quiet elf boy..."

She smirked and wrapped her arm around him as she snuggled up close to him. Her hair and wings smelling like roses. The night was over and everything had finally caught up with her. Within a second she was sound asleep. The candles in her room went out, and Dementia was smiling in her sleep.

[Roy Atenwood]

He wrapped his arms around her, but not to snuggle. To protect her. The head of te order that had ttacked was contacting Roy through his mind.

I thought you were better than that, Roy.....the Order of the Wild Rose has you on our hit list now. We will kill you...you little idiot.

Roy's uncle stood in Roy's mind's eye. Stadning fully seven feet tall, with long red hiar in a ponytail through six iron rings, wearing a blue jacket, white shirt, and white cloth pants.

I can't belive I see you laying in bed with that...that monster. That fallen one. that DEMON, Roy! Repent now, and kill her. She's lured many a man to his death.

It doesn't concern me, uncle. Mind your own.I mind mine.

WAKE UP, GIRL!

He shouted with his mind. It would surely wake Dementia.

Leave her alone, Uncle! I will fight you to the death.

Just know this. Her dather is being hunted by both us and another. You are being hunted by us. You will both die, on the morrow. Goodnight, Demon. Goodnight, Foresaken. you'd best not close your eyes for long.

Roy's face was stark white, as he held Dementia protectively.

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WAKE UP, GIRL!

Dementia's eyes opened a little and she looked at Roy. He seemed scared and he was holding on to her as if he were shielding her from something. She wondered who had screamed in her mind but chaulked it up to her going off into dream land or something. Dementia blinked looking at Roy and she leaned up kissing his lips.

"Tonight was a troublesome night wasn't it? Well... Tommorrow will be better. I won't suprise you like that again."

Dementia smiled and snuggled in closer to him. Her wings gave a quick shudder and Dementia's eyes once again closed.

"Get some sleep Roy."

With that the fallen angel girl fell into a deep sleep. Her night had been very long and all she wished was to sleep beside her own little seer elf boy.