Bloody Lips

Press your lips to mine, be my bloody Valentine.

--Hojo

"I want to kiss those bloody lips my Valentine, now that you are here forever will you be mine." Those were the words that sealed his fate. Vincent knew now that forever he would remain as a twisted reality of torture and a sort of peace until his dying day. If he could die, was the question. Ever since he had died once and then brought back from his sweet oblivion it was torture and pain he endured.

Even worse to find was that the scientist he loathed, the man that he hated was the person who loved him the most right now. It was some sort of sick and twisted irony the Planet formed for him, just because it wanted to screw him over some more.

Closing his crimson hues, yes, he had seen a mirror and realized what a monster he was becoming. No one could love a creature like him. There was not a person that he could love that would care for such an abomination as he. This was just another part of his twisted hell that continued to deepen into a deeper circle of his eternal suffering every damn second that passed by.

He could not sleep, nor could he dream. He could not consume that of meat or of any plants, water was denied of him and now he felt a gnawing hunger within him that was not of hunger, sleep, or most physical things. It was a need to be loved, and yet it rejected that sick and twisted form that was from that now he knew these things, and he would never love the man back. Never could he love someone that took pleasure within his torture, stole Lucrecia and his child from him, and of course ended his life. His mortal life, his existence, and his self were now gone and replaced by some sort of grotesque creature that could not be named.

Nor could the other three that had taken it upon themselves to pain him mentally and physically when it was needed to be done, in their opinions at least, it was not his choice to be the one to endure such a torture, yet he had no choice in the matter all together. Even in this hellish prison he had time to dwell on what he felt for his beloved Lucrecia, a woman that he had been told was gone from this place, and from him forever. There was no doubt in his mind that now she was gone, and she had left Sephiroth behind.

He had seen the child a few times. Even if Hojo had no feelings of any parental nature, the man made sure to feed, clothe, bathe, and of course make sure the child slept in a softer area than most of the labs. The child rarely cried and rarely did anything besides staring at something or listening. He knew that Sephiroth was about as human as he was, with the large orbs of growing Mako. And the hair of fine silver that was strung on top of his head, it was like pale moonlight made into strands of soft hair.

Vincent knew that one day the child would be made into a sort of weapon, a shell of a person that was hiding within himself, fearing the torturer of his existence, which would be Hojo. He longed to be free from this hellish nightmare, already he knew that several Turks had come to find him and each one had been slowly tortured and killed before his very eyes, and yet they never saw him until after they were dead.

Tears threatened to once again spill as he remembered that Eddie was a man that had been killed within this torture. Eddie had been his friend, one of the closest he had had in his life and now to see what had been done to the man when he had a wife? It was too cruel for words… Slowly his hate was growing… He had lost three fellow Turks that were his friends; concerned enough to come after him know that it was probably a death sentence in the first place.

Their fate was worse than the death they were given, even if he had to end one of their lives…

It happened at least a month ago, before Sephiroth's first birthday, he recalled. Hojo had found a way to turn him into the first transformation that was named Gallian Beast. If adrenalin was put into his system and then he was cut severely the rage of the beast would consume him and thus… The transformation took place…

Vincent was well aware of part of what happened. Joshua, his superior of all things had come here to look for him not long ago. He had even begged Hojo to make sure he was never found, but the cruel man only grinned and let the Turk waltz in and find him strapped down to a table, wounded from the last sick experiment that was preformed on his pained flesh.

Joshua had attempted to set him free, but he had already been filled with more than the needed of the amount, the second Hojo walked in with a knife and stabbed Vincent in the shoulder before the older man could stop it… It happened. Vincent had blanked out in blinding agony that the transformations caused, but there was a price for the power.

This time it was more than he could bear. He had awoken to see the body of his friend, slashed and pained. His metal arm along with the rest of his body had taken severe damage, but then he saw that the man was alive he rushed to his side with tears in his eyes and held the almost lifeless form in his arms. Hojo only watched over the 'touching' scene, sneering and jiving that it was Vincent's fault that this had happened to a man he considered one of his dearest friends, but there was nothing he could do to save the other, so he wept.

Yet Hojo brought up that he could use the other in experiments, fear took him, he looked upon his dearest friend who tried to speak, attempting to tell him it wasn't his fault, even if Vincent would forever feel guilt, he moved, pressing his lips to the other pair. Tears falling and mingling with the others own and he moved, pulling up. "I love you." He said to one of his dearest friends, and then… and then…

He took his claw, dragging it through the other's throat, telling him he was sorry about what he was doing, but he was saving his dear friend, a love to him from such a fate that Hojo would surely give him. Lowering the body, knowing that the other was finally dead, he closed the lids of the other, tears in his eyes as he moved and kissed the blood lips once more time. "I'm sorry."

And that was that.

Hojo came over, cursing him for killing such a wonderful specimen, also threatening that his punishment for the next few days or so, until the mad scientists anger subsided, would be worse than it had been before. It didn't bother him, it was worth to know that his dear friend was in a better place, just like Lucrecia, but he would carry such guilt for the other's death for such a time.

And later, his true punishment was shown as he finally was drawn to the coffin for thirty years, the memory of bloody lips upon his own.