Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII or Dirge of Cerberus; Square-Enix does. If I owned it… well, Vincent would have new outfits frequently (yay, dress-up Vincent!).
Notes: Some Dirge of Cerberus spoilers (which I now have to buy, because of a major overhaul for the US release).
Another medication-induced first-person.
I Wanted to Die First
I read the letter I had received from Shinra Company over and over:
We regret to inform you, but your loved one, Professor Grimoire Valentine, has passed away while on duty.
Our greatest condolences,
Shinra Electric Power Company
That bastard. I told him I was going to return to the planet first. He just had to die first. 'You're going to be a Turk! You'll be dead before you hit thirty,' he would tell me. I would smile slightly, and always answer, 'That's the idea.'
Mom died a long time ago… I can barely remember her face. I want to see her so badly. At the funeral, Dad said, 'She's returned to the Planet… Just like we all will.' I decided that I wanted to return to the planet just so I could see her.
But, I'm a coward… Never able to pull the trigger with Quicksilver at my temple.
The door to my office swung open, my boss walking in. "Vincent, you've got an assignment." He drops a thick manila folder onto my desk. "… You were personally selected for this mission. Congratulations. You leave in the morning." As quickly as he had arrived, my boss had disappeared.
I cannot help but gape at the wooden door. Not more than ten minutes ago, my boss had given me the bad news. Being a Turk is very bizarre. I suppose I should give up on having a personal life. There is always more work to be done for the Shinra Company.
We tell the consumers that we are there to help them… They have no idea what we are doing.
I do.
And it justifies someone killing me. I have spied, kidnapped, and murdered. All in the name of the Shinra Electric Power Company. And not once have I faltered on my missions. I deserve to be killed. Yet, I doubt anyone will ever succeed. Why would they? I am the best there is around.
I open the folder. There's a photograph of a small girl. She's maybe six or seven. My fingers trace the name of my next assignment… 'Victim' is more like it…
Her eyes remind me of my Dad's assistant, Lucrecia. I wonder if she knows? The brief time I spent with her… It was the first time I did not want to rejoin the Planet; being with her was more… Important? Special? I do not know the word to describe it.
I wonder… Did she see him die? It really doesn't matter to me…
Did he tell her? Our secret competition?
If I could be with her, I'm willing to never meet Mom or Dad again…
For her, I'm willing to live.
Review if you feel like it.
My inspiration, is part of Grimoire's death scene from DOC. It goes something like this: "Tell my son… tell Vincent… I'm sorry…… I guess… I'll be… returning to the planet first…" Yeah, this is one very #$&'d up family.
