Demon or Alien?

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Devil May Cry, Chronicles of Riddick, or Predator.

I made some adjustments to chapter 1 when I realized what I had made Dante sound like.

First Impressions

Riddick jumped back as a clawed hand took a swipe at where his neck used to be a moment before. The creature in front of him had a bony looking appearance. His face looked like a deformed humans skull with spikes sticking out of the sides of his jaw and a crown like ring of horns jutting from the blood red skin of its skull. The thing had slits that constituted for a nose and no lips, showing of rows of stained yellow fangs with dried blood on them. It's eyes were pitch black with a red dot where, Riddick assumed, pupils should be. “Now thats a face even a mother couldn't love.” Riddick said.
Riddick dodged, receiving a shallow wound on his chest from one of the scythe like thing attached to each arm. Thankfully it hadn't decided to shoulder charge him the three spikes on each shoulder proved that that would be a fatal encounter as there was dried gore dangling from them. The red blood skin clung to the bone structure of this thing revealing that there was no stomach as we know it only a chest cavity.
It gave a mighty shriek and lunged at Riddick, this time aiming for his stomach. He dodged it again and kicked the thing in its spinerisingly it did not break with the power behind the attack instead it the force propelled it forward through the glass window of the hardware store they were in. “What the fuck you?”
The creature picked itself up about to attack him again instead it lifted it's head up sniffing the air. It appeared grimace, could even call it that and ran off. Riddick just let it go he really wasn't in any shape to follow it. He had been wounded multiple times by the thing and he needed to get them clean. There were claw marks criss crossing his back with fang marks on both his arms and one at the junction of his neck when the thing had tried ti tear his throat out. No to mention the many shallow cuts from the scythes on its arms and a deep gash on his left leg from the one of the large claws on its legs.
Grabbing the dagger he went to the clinic next door, ignoring the disemboweled body in the hallway he went into a room and rummaged around for some gauze and alcohol. While cleaning and dressing his wounds he thought back to a few days ago when he had first arrived in this small town that was supposed to be of one hundred people. Of that hundred only a handful were left and now only three were left including himself. One was a woman in her mid twenties the second a ten year old boy. Bringing along the gauze and the alcohol he went back to the hardware to pick up the items he dropped when he was attacked by the monster. The items were nails, a hand saw, and a blow torch. On the way back to the place that constituted as a shelter he stopped at the grocery store to pick up more supplies. When done he walked on till he reached a building who's door had been replaced by a thick steel one and the windows had been boarded up. He pounded on the scored door. “Open up. It's me!”
As the door opened a screeching sound and then a crunch was heard from the direction of the highway. He continued to walk inside. After all that crash wasn't his problem, he had to look after his own skin.
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Dante looked around warily as his bike roared down the silent and empty highway. The animals of the night weren't making their usual chatter and that was something to cause Dante to go on guard. It meant that something was out there and that something wasn't friendly. There was a wiring sound and his bike screeched across the asphalt and into a tree with a sickening crunch. Dante picked himself up from were he had thrown himself and inspected his ruined motorcycle. Something had sliced right through it like a hot knife through butter. The front tire and bars were gone most likely still on the road.
Dante heard the wiring sound again and ducked to the right, hitting the ground yet again as the weapon whirled by slicing straight through three trees before returnin its owner. He had no time to see what had grabbed it instead he found himself rolling along the ground as he was shot at. The ground exploded ending showers of dirt and rock on to Dante. There was an inhuman shriek as another demon charged over Dante, puncturing his back, in the direction the shots had been fired from. Instantly the sound of fighting could be heard. Dante flipped himself and ran in the direction of the sounds but the fight moved away from him. When he could no longer hear it Dante activated his devil trigger form and flew to the town.
Dawn broke as he landed in the center of the desolate town, deactivating his devil trigger. No one was around making him sniff the air. He wrinkled as he caught the scent of death, blood, and decay. He walked down the main street keeping on guard and looking around for any signs of life. He headed to one of the corners of the street noticing a body, he bent down to inspect it. This one had no head just like the bear but it still had its skin and it hadn't been disemboweled. Looking at the person's feet he noticed that the shoes looked new but worn meaning the guy had been running away from the demon that had beheaded.
Dante around in time to block a kick that was meant to break his back. He quickly grabbed ebony from his waistband and aimed to shoot the guy only to have the gun out of his hand as the guy punched the crook of his arm. Dante jumped back to get a good look at this new attacker. He saw a guy standing a little taller than him so he had to be around six feet tall with a very muscular frame. The guy had no hair and wore dark goggles over his eyes. The guy was wearing a white muscle t and jeans that clung to his legs. He had black steel toed boots making Dante wince a little. He might be half-demon and his back would have healed but it would still hurt like hell if the kick had connected and broken it.
Riddick stared at the person in front of him. The person had silver eyes and hair down to his neck. He was wearing a white shirt, black cargo pants, black boots and a blood red coat that went to his feet. On his back was a sword and another pistol this one white tucked into his waist band.
“Looks like I missed one hell of a party.” Dante said as he drew Rebellion from his back keeping his silver eyes pinned on Riddick. He charged swinging his sword on an arc but missed his target when they ducked to the right and sent a kick to his ribs. Cracking sound was heard as it impacted and sent Dante skidding. Dante spit put blood as Riddick quickly grabbed ebony and shot five rounds at him, three in the chest and two in the head.
Dante smirked as Riddick grimaced when he saw that the bullets had no affect on his opponent. Taking this as an advantage Dante lunged again ready to spear Riddick with his sword when...
“Dante, stop!” A young woman had come running at the sound of the shots.
He did a back flip before Rebellion connected with flesh and turned to the woman. She was around her mid twenties and had brown mid back length hair with emerald green eyes set in an oval shaped face. She had a lanky build and the hour glass shaped figure that all girls were envious of.
“Hey, young lady. How bout me and you go get a drink and then find a nice quiet room?” he said flirting with the woman. Riddick glared at the one called Dante. Who the hell is this guy and what the fuck is he? He was just took two bullets to the head and three to the chest and is flirting like nothing happened.
“HA! You haven't changed a bit, Dante.” Chrystal said as she slapped the half-demon on the back.
“Can't blame a guy for wanting to party.”he answered. “Can you tell me what happened hear and who this fucker is?” He jabbed a leather clad thumb at Riddick.
“That's Riddick. He showed up a few days ago.” the woman explained “Riddick this is Dante he can get rid of our little problem.
Riddick snorted and headed back to the shelter. Chrystal followed him and motioned for Dante to do so as well. “Looks like you made quite an impression. I actually think he dislikes you.”
“Yeah, well the feelings mutual.” Dante muttered as he stepped beside Chrystal.

Really sorry if either Riddick or Dante is out of character. I just have a hard time keeping them like they should be. Anyway review and tell me what you think.