But nowhere to go (Vergil)

Vergil walked down the stairs to the subway; it was the only quick way for Vergil to travel. Like most people Vergil didn’t like the subway because of how dirty the place was, but he had never gotten around to learning to drive. Though it made sense seeing as he would need a lot of legal documents that he obviously didn’t have. Vergil looked up to see people walking around him, which he couldn’t blame them for after all he was known to cause a lot of trouble with the law, and people down in the subway with weapons never ended in a good way. Vergil finally reached the platform and looked around, there was a few people waiting for the train, most of them looked suspicious but nothing that was out of normal for him. Then Vergil noticed a young girl sitting there by herself reading a book, which oddly enough was strange for Vergil, after all, most people would keep their eyes up in a place like this. Vergil deciding that he had nothing better to do while he waited for the train, walked over to the girl and sat down next to her setting his sword on his lap and let out a sigh before speaking. “What are you reading?” He said in a bored kind of tone, as he watched some people walk by.

Vergil gave a small little smile as he listen to her read the title to him, it brought back memories of his adoptive father and how he would make Vergil read 2 or three books a day. He always told Vergil that there were two types of Warriors, one that fought with a blade and one that fought with words, both are just as deadly. Vergil remembered how his father then went on to tell him how he would be trained in both. “Yes that is defiantly an interesting book, though I prefer Moby Dick myself.” He said with a small chuckle, he remembered how he hated to read, but could never fake that he read since his father would quiz him on the smallest of details in the book, he would have to reread a book a dozen times until he could commit it to memory. Vergil heard the young woman speak again and that brought him out of his thoughts. “ Well yes it could be unsettling to see a person walk around with weapons, and illegal for the most part, but a warrior is never without his weapon, be it his blade or his words and you see I prefer to keep both. “ He said patting his sword, before going onto her comment about his clothing. “Well I guess each person has their own style that they wear, I prefer to wear handmade clothing, and by the looks of some of the things you wear so do you.” He said with a small chuckle and stretched out his arms before looking at the girl again. “And what brings you to the deep undergrounds of the city all by yourself?”

Vergil listen to the girl explain that she was walking in the park to write a book or something, it was hard for Vergil to focus as his mind wondered back through his past, her being a writer reminded himself a lot of his days in the orphanage and how he would write letters and sneak them out hoping someone would find his plea for help and respond to it. He had often wondered if his father may have found one of these letters and that’s why he was so interested in Vergil, but then again the letters probably never got out of orphanage. Vergil gave a smile as he remembered all this, and came out of his thoughts when she mentioned what he assumed was her brother, wouldn’t be happy that she was late. This made Vergil give a small chuckle as he pulled out a pocket watched and looked at the time, it was getting late and that meant the train was later than usual. “Well I’m sure your deer brother will understand that there are something’s in this life that one cannot simply control on their own.” Vergil watch as a small group of girls walked by them and gave a small wave to them, not for any reason only because he felt like it.

Then Vergil heard the young girl ask him what he was doing here. This of course made Vergil wonder what he was doing, and where did he plan to go. This of course wasn’t unusual for Vergil since he wondered the streets often without having any kind of destination in mind, but he knew that he had thought about going somewhere, and it hit him where he was going. Vergil had planned to cause a small disturbance at one of the T.A.P.T buildings since it was late and Vergil knew that security would be a bit more laid back so people would get out of there sooner. “Well I have many things I planned to do, most wouldn’t be wise for me to tell you. Vergil paused for a second as he leaned forward and cupped his hands together, before speaking again. “ You see, I am what you would call a freedom fighter, and I planned on giving T.A.P.T a small visit before they closed up for the night. He said with a small release of breath and leaned back again into his seat hoping that he didn’t sound to threatening. “After all sometimes humans need to stick up for their Supernatural brethren. “ He said half to the woman and half to himself.

Vergil noticed the anger in her eyes when he mentioned what he believed, and then went onto saying how T.A.P.T was doing the right thing. A flash of anger went a crossed his face as he looked at the girl, and he felt his hand starting to tighten on the hilt of his blade. He should have known that she would be like almost every other human. They hate what they don’t understand so instead of accepting them, they rather force the supernatural into a second hand citizen. Feeling his hand wanting to pull his blade out, Vergil closed his eyes and took a deep breath and forced the look of anger off of his face. “So you think T.A.P.T is a good thing? Tell me this, how would you feel if you were forced to have all your information put into a database that anyone could see? How would you feel if your freedom was taken away? Maybe you should think about that before wanting that on our Brethren. “ He said in a calm tone of voice.

Vergil only paused for a moment when the girl mentioned something about her father being killed by vampires. This explained a lot to Vergil, after all a few bad apples tend to spoil the bunch, so he knew that he couldn’t be too hard on the girl for hating supernatural. Though he wouldn’t let it just go, after all this girl wants to destroy so many innocent people cause of what a few did. “So your father was killed by a few children of the night, and the most common feeling to have wants to destroy them all, but there are other monsters out there. People kill people all the time, if the vampires weren’t around then it would have been some other normal humans that may have killed your father. The Supernatural get blamed for every bad thing, but what we keep forgetting is that we can be just as bad or even worse monsters then what we see them as.” he said in his still calm emotionless tone of voice, doing his best to keep any anger out of it.