Blood...
"Vin...nt!"
So much of it..
"S-Sto... Vince!"
He couldn't hear... his heart pounded so loud drowning out everything. Or was that his breathing? Was he really in that much pain? White hot agony eating away at his nerves sucking down the tendrils like pasta. Something was making him continue, some force that was him but greater than himself. Something hungry, something dangerous... What was going on? Why couldn't he see, why was everything muffled? Why was Cid screaming at him? Why was the razor head of a spear prodding his chest urging him back? Was he going to do something? The captain's shirt was ripped into shreds. Had he already done something?
"Cid!" Vincent reached out for his lover, droplets of crimson dripping off clawed fingers. So he had done something.. It was him that did it right? Or was it the mighty beast inside? Who had hurt his captain?
"Leave me alone Vincent!" Cid brandished the spear jabbing at his lover. Vincent recoiled, the stench of sulfur in his nostrils making his stomach curdle. He couldn't stand straight, his legs stumbling around under him as he swayed dangerously from side to side. he didn't even feel human anymore. More like an amoeba. Some microscopic spineless thing wriggling about on two legs reaching out desperately trying to understand what was happening to his body. His tongue felt three sizes too big for his mouth and it slid around when he talked in a dark, gutteral voice that didn't belong to him.
"Cid..."
"BACK OFF!"
Something jerked Vincent back and gagged blood from from his throat. He vomited up the crimon liquid, looking in amazement down to his gut where his lover's spear had run him through. He.. he stabbed him? But why.. he would never hurt.. Cid... right? He couldn't stand.. not anymore... He slumped into the blade, sinking down onto his knees. Reaching up he grabbed the shaft and pulled it the rest of the way through. There.. that didn't hurt so much... Then suddenly the pain returned tenfold as the sharp blade tore through him again in recoil. There.. that didn't.. hurt.. at all...
Red XIII gaped at the sight as he came into the house, shaking his furry head at Vincent's bloody corpse sprawled across the floor.
"Cid..." the cat beast couldn't believe this... "You just killed Vincent in cold blood."
"No! NO! I didn't..." Cid dropped the spear and fell beside his fallen lover, tugging Vincent into his arms. He shook the dark man begging and pleading for him to open his eyes. His skin was so cold.. clammy with the grip of death.
"Vince!" Cid screamed into his lover's hair. "WAKE UP VINCE!"
A cold sweat covered Cid's skin. Around him the room was dark and chilly with the sensation of early morning. His nerves were still on fire, adrenaline pumping fresh waves of terror into his body. What the hell had that been? The silence was broken by the man dozing peacefully beside him, jet black hair melding into thick dark sheets. Cid sighed in relief, lighting himself a cigarette to tame his nerves.
Just a bad dream...