Hey everyone! Alito here to bring you a sneak peak or first chapter of my newest fanfic to come soon. I'm not sure how much time I'll be able to turn all the chapters in, but I hope to have some fun with this particular fanfic. This is a tribute the writer of DOA4:The Devil Factor for giving me the inspiration to make the first chapter, so I hope he likes it too. Be sure to review guys to tell me how it is.

The story is the beginning of DOA5, and BEFORE DmC (the reboot one).

So then let's begin this!

Chapter 1: Binding fate

UNKNOWN AREA

OUTER SEA

8:32 a.m.

As if the sun couldn't shine any brighter on such a nice morning, her room was still dark with the curtains barely letting the sun's light past through them. She had been on her laptop all night, finishing last minute adjustments within her security protocols to make sure no hackers decide to splunk around in the mainframe for any information on company secrets. She made the mistake of not taking precautionary measures once before, and she certainly wasn't going to let that happen again. Though she was perfectly well dressed and her blond, long hair was brushed and hung in a ponytail—along with all her make-up applied, she still looked exhausted beyond what a single cup of coffee could remedy. Her desk was cluttered with files and papers mixed with lyric sheets for an opera.

The beautiful French entrepreneur known as Helena Douglas didn't bother to go to sleep the night before. Not with so much to be done and all. Especially now of all times.

Two years have passed, and the esteemed DOATEC has yet to reach the height it had been under the mad man known as Donovan, and she planned to get it there before this year was up the right way.

"Goodness, I am tired…" Helena muttered in French.

She had enough of her busy workaholic night, and rolled away from the computer's bright screen. She stood up, but felt her legs tremble from sitting all night. She strolled to her window and quickly open the blinds, making her eyes squint tightly to the suns rays like a vampire. She jokingly hoped that her hunger for food wasn't from blood cravings.

Helena walked out of her room and took a small stroll down a a velvet hallway—framed with painted portraits of her family's long history. She the small patter of little paws behind her, and turned around to see her small puppy had suddenly come waltzing towards her; looking as hyper as can be with its tiny barks. Helena couldn't help but smile as she kneed down to cuddle the adorable fur ball. It had been ages since she got to even cuddle her dog, and she at least wanted to make the most of it with her canine companion.

"Aw, I see someone is enjoying the nice boat trip~." She cooed in French.

The dog replied with a small bark while Helena rubbed its small tummy to its delight.

"Yo! Helena!"

The dog quickly galloped out of Helena's grasp and trotted off; away from the loud and obnoxious voice that startled it.

Helena sighed and slowly rose to put on a welcoming smile and turn to the man before her.

"Ah, Zack. SO good to see you today." She said in English but still with a French accent.

"Yep. You too." Said the one named Zack.

He revealed to be an African American man who was bald with black shades and an expensive suit.

"Just thought I'd pop right into the scene!" Zack smiled. "

"And 'popped in' you certainly have…" Helena said irritably.

"So anyway, let's talk about this request you keep askin' me about, mama." Zack bragged confidently with his hands on his hips. "What's the job, huh? What difficult task you got for the swaggin' Zack-Attack to do for ya, huh?-!"

Helena couldn't stand that flamboyance of his, but this wasn't the time to raise a fuss over nothing. She had to keep her center for the moment.

"Ah yes, my request." Helena nodded passively, "Let us speak somewhere more...private."

"Private?" Zack repeated.

"But of course. This is secretive business." She said. "Besides, I fear that there could be wandering ears listening."

Helena put much emphasis on the word 'wandering' as if she was particularly calling out to something to let it know she could see them. Zack didn't put much stock into it, since he didn't see anyone else come on the ship.

"Follow me." Helena walked past Zack and down the hall that was overlooking the deep-blue, open sea. Zack quickly followed her, and the two retired into her office that was conveniently by her very room. She took one last glance in the hall way, cautiously, before she slowly closed the door behind her and Zack.

After the two retreated into the office, from the shadows of the ledge over-looking the hallway appeared a single young woman who felt greatly insulted.

This young woman had copper brown long hair in a top knot-like hairstyle, and was dressed in blue Ninja-oriented dress with a wakizashi tied on the back of her waist.

"It seems I've been left out." Kasumi sighed in her Japanese language, but still looked towards the door with a troubled expression. "Helena…How long will you keep me in the dark for…Where is she?"

UNITED STATES,

NEW YORK CITY BRIDGE,

SAME TIME

If there was one word to describe his life, it would be called "hell on earth" for a number of reasons. What with his bad track records of crime that soared through the roof, the sheer destruction of public property, and even the ever-lasting suffering of his well-being.

But here's the catch; the humans don't even know how much suffering he's really going through. They stay oblivious to the actual scenes going on right in front of them, behind an invisible wall. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothers. Why open their eyes? What could they possibly benefit from seeing the constant blood and gore of the underbelly of their own damn reality?

They were only wasting Dante's time.

Dante could only stand there, leaning over the bridge, looking at the early sunrise appear in front of him. The cars zooming to get to their destinations didn't even faze him, as he completely ignored everything but the sunrise before him.

He was dressed in a black shirt, black ripped up jeans, and dark brown combat boots. He also wore a black leather hooded coat with red interior and the Union Jack on his left arm. Around his neck was an old scarf, a red jeweled necklace, and on his hands were an old pair of wool gloves. His clothes looked battered and old with small rips on his coat and stitches on his jeans. He scratched his black,short, cropped hair, and was buzzed on the sides with a mohawk-like finish in the back of his head. He gazed his cold blue eyes at the sun gazing back at him. Sometimes, Dante felt the sun was the only thing he could rely on and that it made the terrible darkness go away from His life.

"Good ol' sunrise." Dante smiled, "Missed ya."

Though he was one to learn to live life to the fullest, he didn't exactly have a full life of enjoyment. From the constant torturing, and the fighting he's had to endure his entire life, it sometimes made him question what his true purpose on Earth was. Why was he born? What was waiting for him? How long would he have…? How did he survive that fight?

That awful fight that turned out to be very important. Just the thought of it brought the terrible revelation pouring back to him that he had honestly never believed to be true.

He wasn't human.

"But if I'm not human…what am I?"

The thoughts in his head drowned out by the unsettling roar from his stomach that started to rear its ugly head. Dante clutched his gut and chuckled.

"Yeah yeah, I hear ya." Dante said to his growling stomach. "Let's get you full."

NEW YORK,

MIXED MARTIAL ARTS GYM,

8:35 a.m.

The near-by gym was never without a group of tough, weight-lifting male fighters; duking it out in the practice ring, and training towards becoming a champion. It reeked with the stench of sweat and metal along with the scent of work out equipment which made for a perfect surrounding for men who wanted to hone their skills to the fullest potential they could muster.

It's hard to believe a woman would call this her second home. Then again, it mostly depends on the woman.

And this special woman just so happen to be sparring in the ring on this day as well. She was already working up a sweat while bringing punch after punch onto her opponent and was, in no intention, holding back on him. The poor guy probably expected to get an easy victory, but he was terribly mistaken for underestimating this blood, red-haired woman. Though her body was petite and her face carried that of a young woman just entering her twenties, her eyes and fist were burning with the will of a true competitor. On lookers were virtually impressed with her vigorous prowess to getting stronger, while others were paying attention to something else bouncing besides her feet.

The red head decided to finish off her towering opponent with a barrage of gloved fist that were making small craters in the poor male's stomach and finally she brought a fist back and sent it shooting right into the man's gut, instinctively making him crouch down on the floor and clutch his stomach in absolute pain.

"O-Oh no! I-I'm sorry!" The red head apologized frantically, "I-I didn't mean to hit you THAT hard!-!"

I-its okay, Mila…" The opponent groaned. "Y-You're getting strong…! I-I'm so proud of you…!"

"Really?-!" Mila gleamed. "Th-Thanks, Michael…! S-So…" She turned from excited to bashful with her cheeks red. She even fidgeted a bit as she took quick glances from Michael to the ground. "Um…About our date tonight…"

And so she never saw Michael again. To think one trip to the bathroom would result in her alone…again.

Mila dragged her feet down the busy city streets to her job, dressed in tomboyish street clothes, her workers fatigue hat with the advertisement; "Johnny's Diner" on the front of it, and was carrying her work-out bag on her shoulder.

She was as solemn as could be, and having to work was the last thing she wanted to do. True, Mila couldn't help that she was a bit tougher then most of the men at that gym, but she certainly couldn't accept being looked at as a weakling like most of those guys usually think. Mila loved to fight, and the only way to have more of them was to train and be strong. But what good was strength when all she was doing was punching her potential boyfriends in the stomach during a small practice round?

"That's it!" Mila decided, "I need to get a grip on this MMA stuff if I'm ever gonna get to dating...That or find a stronger guy."

She sighed. She doubted there were stronger men around. She just wished she didn't attract blow harts that talk a big game, but have nothing to even back it up. That was the worst for her to deal with, and she was sick of it. Michael was the only guy whom she felt was really different from the others, but he, too, took a jump out the bathroom window and high-tailed it out of there just like the rest of them. There had to be more than what she had to work with in the city. Someone who was strong, ready to go, and looks wouldn't hurt.

"Yeah…" Mila chuckled, "Like I'm gonna find that kind of guy anytime soon—oomph!"

Mila's fantasizing cost her attention to where she was walking and accidentally bumping into someone. "O-Oh, I'm sorry about that!" Mila apologized.

"Don't sweat it." The young man replied passively. He caught a quick look at Mila and, was honestly caught off guard for a moment. He was impressed by her voluptuous body like hers, mixed with the tomboy aesthetic she had going on. Plus she had, what he referred to as, a killer rack. The young man couldn't help but stare at her up and down when she wasn't paying attention.

"UUh…What is it?" Mila asked, "Is there something on my face?"

"Naw, it's just—"

As if to kill his game-spitting just for the hell of it, his stomach growled something fierce and was groaning for food right away. The young man could only scratch the back of his black haired head and felt a bit embarrassed for that, but not enough to turn red or quickly walk away.

"Sorry. Just a bit hungry, that's all."

"Hungry, huh?" Mila smiled. "Well you're in luck. I happen to work at a diner not too far from here. Johnny's diner. You heard of it?"

"I've heard good things."

"Great! I'll take you there!" Mila gleefully smiled.

"What? Naw, you don't have to do that." He shrugged indifferently, "I'll get there my—"

"Really! I don't mind, Mr…! Um…What's your name?"

"Dante."

Mila dropped her smile and it was replaced with inquiry. Mila knew she had heard such a name before, but couldn't quite put her finger on where that was.

"Dante...Where have I heard that name before?" She wondered.

"Not exactly an uncommon name..." Dante mentioned.

She shrugged it off as a common mistake and said "Oh well. Still a cool name though. Anyway, just follow me, alright?"

"You're not gonna give me a choice, are ya?" Dante suspected with a small smirk.

"You're a quick learner." Mila winked. "Now come on. And by the way, the names Mila."

"Okay then, Mila..."

She grabbed Dante's arm and dragged him with her down the street. One of the reasons Mila was doing this was to at least earn some extra money from her job, what with the days being slow in the morning times. That and she had just lost her possible boyfriend a few minutes ago, and thought she might as well try again at some point. Why not now?

Dante, however, didn't really care much about the whole matter, since he was getting food and all. It was just too bad he lacked the money to pay for any of of it.

"Looks like I'm dinin' and dashin' again." Dante thought.

However, that smile quickly faded once he felt an all too familiar feeling within the city walls and streets alike. The creeping dread, fused with the slow settling miasma filling the air, was beginning to get to the black-haired male. He naturally expected no one else to be able to experience the effects of what was coming.

Even so, he could tell they were coming…He could hear them faintly…calling for him…hungry for his blood.

"Ew, what's that stench?" Mila said covering her nose.

"What?" Dante questioned.

"You don't smell that? Ugh, whatever it is, it's really bringing me down." Mila groaned.

"Wait...you...feel it too?"

"Feel what?"

Dante looked this girl right in the face with a wave of confusion washing over him. No human should be able to even comprehend that realm; no less the smell. How was she able to be aware of it? There seemed to be more to this woman then meets the eye.

"Hey." Dante asked, getting Mila's attention as they walked, "Your diner's got insurance, right?"

"Yeah." Mila nodded in confusion, "Why?"

"Just askin'."

UNKNOWN AREA

OUTER SEA

SAME TIME

"You were attacked…by creatures?"

"Yes. And I believe it has something to do with a certain company. Ring any bells?"

"I understand what you are saying, but I assure you, DOATEC has nothing to do with—"

"I did not say it was from you, Helena."

Helena sat back in her office chair to mull over the only logical explanation as to who really was behind this attack. There was no need to seriously over-think it, however. It was plainly obvious who was responsible.

"It seems what we speculated come to pass, hasn't it, Bayman?" Helena said.

"It appears so." replied her casual dressed companion.

Helena had to admit to herself that he was completely out of his element in those clothes he wore. She was so use to seeing him in tactical clothes and military uniforms. Instead, his muscles were making that white shirt stretch, and the clothes themselves were absolutely plain. If not for his hardened expression and rough appearance, Helena never would have guessed this was the same Russian man who once killed hundreds of gun-toting rebels with only a knife.

"After all, that bastard has been quiet for the past three years—Too quiet for my taste." Bayman said with arms crossed.

"A wasted concern." Helena denied; sipping her iced tea, and let out a sigh. "Donovan may have been silent after his loss of DOATEC, but I assure you that I have taken all the precautionary measures to protect the main DOATEC Tower in New York should he strike. I have also utilized his past funds towards reestablishing the organization, and of course, all that carries DOATEC's name. He is only left with a few men and women and clones compared to me, who has the entire nation of DOATEC at my finger tips. Do the math."

Helena didn't mean to boast on her success, but it did feel satisfying to do anyway. It had been so long since she's felt such victory over her enemy, so why not bask in the glory of it all? Donovan's name is no longer the most-desired in the criminal underworld, so no one's gonna stand behind him anymore. And with DOATEC slowly rising to power over many other smaller companies, she was literally sitting on money. She felt invincible where no one could touch her.

Bayman snorted. "Becoming a bit too big for our britches, are we? Anyway, even if it is nothing to worry about, I cannot help but feel Donovan is planning something big."

"Well can you at least tell me as to what the creatures looked like?" Helena said, wanting to get something informal out of this.

"The creatures were not quick in movement, but their numbers were massive." Bayman recalled, getting every detail into his description. "They were all the same. They had terrible gnawing fangs and sharp bloody claws, along with deer-shaped horns on them…They were obviously not of this Earth…Nor did they seem human made."

"Well there is your proof. " Helena waved her hands up and rose from her chair to stroll past Bayman.

"Donovan would have had an army of cute young girl who'd be coming after your throats. Be happy you lived knowing Donovan isn't the one trying to kill you."

Helena took a seat on the black couch and looked directly at the beautiful sea in the horizon.

"However, the fact that you have seen such creatures all the way in the middle east does peek my curiousity. I will make sure to assign specialist to look into any strange phenomenon as you described. Though it is not a very accurate description to start with."

"Humph! So sorry I do not have a keen eye while almost being mauled to death." Bayman seemed to be trying sarcasm, though you wouldn't tell by the way his expression never changed. "Anyway, that's all I can offer you."

"I do enjoy these conversations with you..." Helena said with obvious sarcasm.

As Bayman reached the door, he said one last thing to her from over his shoulder;

"One last thing; try not to let your over-confidence cloud your judgement. Otherwise that will make you just like him."

Finally, Bayman walked out the door with an echoing close that rang Helena's ears just as Bayman's last words filled her thoughts. She was on the verge of throwing anything at the door just to get rid of her rising anger she felt for the Russian military's insulting words. How dare he compare her to that ego-driven maniac, after all she had done to get to where she is now. The road was long and paved with trials and tribulations; both good and bad, but she stuck through it all to reach the level of success DOATEC was at now. Sure, her over-confidence was a bit much, but anyone would feel a wave of victory with prime objective being ever so close. She only wished her mother and father where still living to see her success with her.

She took a moment to calm her thoughts, and looked over her shoulder to speak. "There is no need to hide yourself anymore, Kasumi. I know you are there."

Right on cue, from behind the pillar's shadows emerged the young, copper-haired, blue-dressed, Kasumi, who appeared as a meek young woman, but had a lot to say to the French woman.

"Helena…" Kasumi said impatiently. "Please, how much time do you plan to waste?"

"Humph. You know it is not right to eavesdrop onto other's conversations." Helena told her like a mother to a child. She rose from the couch to talk with her face to face. "I know why you are here, and I am certain that ALPHA has nothing to do with what happened to Bayman and his fellow troops."

Kasumi was dissapointed once more. With each passing day, she could imagine her clone growing stronger the more she wasted time. It was an odd sensation, but she could just feel ALPHA slowly growing in power. It was why she was so anxious to find a lead on her. It was why she came to Helena, but it appeared she knew less then Kasumi herself did on where ALPHA might be.

"I don't care about who she attacked!" Kasumi exclaimed, "I'm only going to ask one more time; please tell me where ALPHA is so I can put an end to all of this!"

Helena felt that she had been keeping too much from Kasumi, but telling her anything about ALPHA would probably make her leave too soon and wind up getting herself killed in the process. But she didn't like seeing the poor girl so depressed right in front of her. That aside, Helena herself had no idea where ALPHA could be.

She walked right pass Kasumi and said, "Honestly…I do not know. ALPHA-152 was a one of a kind; DOATEC's first artificial combat life form..." She stopped, and looked back at Kasumi, realizing that these words weren't exactly comforting to the ninja at all. "…But rest assured. We will try to find her at all cost. I promise, Kasumi."

"I can't wait for empty promises..." Kasumi said sternly to Helena, "If I can't get any answers from you, then I'll have no choice…I have to find him in order to reach ALPHA."

"Him?" Helena inquired. "Who is this "him"?"

"He's the one who's connected to Alpha somehow. I don't know why I suddenly know him, or why he's so important as of now, but I just have a gut feeling that he could be a great asset to helping me do what I must with my clone. Finding him is now top priority."

"Which is another reason why you have come here, isn't it?" Helena figured.

"Yes. He's somewhere here in New York, and he's my key to searching for ALPHA." Kasumi said with determination. "I promise, I will find the son of Sparda…I will find Dante."

Meanwhile deep within the treacherous and mighty depths of the sea, an ever-looming evil had heard the name of one such fool who had sparked its rage. Though it has been laid to rest so very long ago, its awakening brought forth a great tremor of the Earth beneath it. Its eyes glowed a red of fiery hatred for all living creatures for its forced eternal slumber being interrupted. It could only utter one name as it began to once again rise from the bottom of the sea...

SPARDA…