Disclaimer: We do not own Final Fantasy 7 or any related characters or themes.
Authors Note: Okay, well my friend Clay and I were role playing last new year (09) because we were bored (not that the DDR, Halo and Guitar Hero where not fun) and so this is what came about.
DIE HOJO
"This is ridicules Cloud."
"Just stay here and keep an eye on the bar." Cloud replied to the brooding figure in the corner before leaving with the others; leaving Vincent alone to guard Tifa's bar; the 7th Heaven.
He stumbled up to the door, panting; not even glancing up to see what building he was about to enter. Hojo banged through the door of the 7th Heaven; too late to recognize his error he looked around the bar. His eyes settled on the crimson clad figure behind the counter. Vincent? Working the bar? Hojo laughed stupidly and slumped into a chair. He must be hard up. His snickering grew into a horrific snort.
Vincent's eyes narrowed as he jumped over the bar, hand hovering over Cerberus. Is he drunk? "Hojo." He snarled. The last time he had seen this pathetic excuse for a human being he'd had a trigger pulled and his life had been ended.
"Hoho my friend." Hojo opened his arms wide with a sickening smile on his hideous lips. He had a feeling things were not going to go his way. He thought of leaving, but decided to fight it out. "Oh boy, now let us think this out."
"THINK THIS OUT? DID YOU THINK IT OUT WHEN YOU FILLED MY CHEST WITH LED!?" Vincent roared whipping out Cerberus and cocking it with his thumb.
"Waoh," Hojo tried to think on his toes. "Uhh, now, now…." He stood and began backing towards the door. Vincent pulled the trigger, the bullet bouncing against the metal of the door hing, jamming it to prevent escape. Hojo gulped. He could not deny his actions towards Vincent in the past. He could only hope Vincent was not seriously going to kill him.
"They sometimes call me a monster, but you are the monster. How could you be so heartless as to use me as an experiment? Or PUMP LUCRESCIA'S WOMB WITH MAKO!" he yelled cocking the gun again. Hojo gurgled and closed his eyes. Oh, the inevitable. "You don't deserve the life stream." Vincent snarled pulling the trigger. He felt the tumbler revolve, the bullet shoot from the top barrel before connecting with Hojo's chest, sending him flying backwards. Vincent cocked the gun and pulled the trigger four more times before letting his arm fell to his side. He watched bitterly as blood flowed from the body laying on the floor and drench the floor. "Damn." Vincent mumbled. Tifa was going to kill him.
Authors note: As you can see, we do NOT like Hojo one bit, so we decided to kill him. Why he was stupid enough to enter the 7th Heaven, and why he was seemingly running from something is unimportant, all that matters is that the slimy bastard is dead and Vincent was the one to kill him. XD