A/N: Thank you brave reader for taking a chance with a very stange story idea that just popped in my head.
I typed this, and then my dear sister told me that Vincent was in a coffin for 30 years,and that Reeve is 37. So I was wrong, sue me! (don't, actually.). This whole story is written in Reeve's point of view. It takes place way before the game.
So please Read and Review, if you have time. Comments/ideas/questions are always welcome. Of course, flames are too, but beware! I'll use my handy-dandy fire extinguisher on you or use your flame to cook my marshmellows!
Right, and this is my first 'series' type fan fiction...
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII, characters, or Square Enix. Don't sue me, I'm poor!
Nobody's Listening
Prologue: Be Careful What You Wish For
A twelve year old boy stood in front of the well, looking down into its dark depths. Next to him, a grey and white cat sat, looking into the well with the boy. Neither moved for awhile, before the boy pulled one gil from his pocket and sighed.
"I wish my life was more interesting, Cait," the boy said to the cat next to him, throwing the coin into the darkness of the well and sighing again. The cat next to him mewed and jumped onto his head. He smiled at his robot-yes, Cait wasn't a real cat, though everyone thought he was- and turned away from the wishing well that stood at the center of Nibelhiem.
"I mean," He continued, "sure Dad works at ShinRa Manufacturing and travels a lot with work. And sure, he takes me with him; but…really, our life is really plain, isn't it?" In fact, the boy's father was in the neighboring town, talking to the engineers there about making airships for ShinRa. He'd let his son wander around, and the boy had wandered here, after telling his dad were he was going, and now sat wistfully waiting for his dad to come get him… or for something interesting to happen.
Only a few minutes later did the boy get his wish.
"I can't believe this!" the boy looked up from where he was studding the ground and watching in amazement as a tall, dark haired man in a blue suit stormed down the street towards the old manor house at the other end of town.
"Hey, Cait, isn't that a Turk?" he whispered to the robotic cat. The cat mewed once and watched with the boy as the Turk walked up to the gate that surrounded the manor and ripped open the gate. The boy was surprised when the man didn't pull the gate off its hinges. Wanting to know what was going on, the boy followed the Turk, trying his best not to be seen.
Not like the man was in any mood to notice he was being followed by a kid.
"That bastard!" the Turk yelled, half running towards the manor's door. "Who the hell does he think he is?! Oh, wait, he's Hojo. He thinks he's a god. Damn him!"
"Hojo? Isn't that the head of the Science Department?" the boy whispered, watching the Turk from behind a tree. As he watched, the Turk had made it to the door. It seemed the door was locked, which only succeeded in making the Turk angrier, if that was possible. The boy though the man might look for a key, or go through a window, so it shocked him when the man pulled a gun from his belt and shot the door handle, blowing it clean off.
"Wow, is he angry or what? Wonder what's up?" the boy said, watching the man storm into the manor. He followed quickly, entering the building in time to see the man be confronted by a pretty woman in a lab coat. He quickly hid behind the door and listened to the bits of conversation.
"Vincent? What are…Hojo? He's in the libaray…wait, what are you going to…" The woman started, talking to the Turk who the boy guessed was Vincent.
"Nothing, don't worry about it…" Vincent said, cutting her off and heading up the stairs, taking two at a time. The woman looked after him for a moment and then sighed, heading into a room just behind her. The boy took this moment to charge up the stairs after the Turk, Cait bouncing along on his head. He got lost for a moment, unable to find where the Turk had gone. Then he heard the man's foot steps as he went down metal stairs behind a false wall.
"This keeps getting more and more like the mystery novels Dad reads to us!" the boy whispered excitedly. He hurried down the stairs and easily found the library that the woman was talking about. Seeing that both men had their backs to him, the boy quickly hid in a closet close to the door to examine the situation. Without thinking, he whispered the word "record" to Cait.
"How could you let this happen?" Vincent the Turk demanded. The boy guessed the man he was yelling at was Hojo.
"Silence, boy…" Hojo replied, smiling. The boy shivered at his smile, and then noticed that Hojo held a gun. "Silence!"
"He's got a gun!" the boy yelped, but the warning was lost as the gun was fired. The boy covered his mouth to keep himself from screaming.
The Turk lay on the ground, shot through the heart at point blank range. Only, he wasn't dead yet. He was still alive, still trying to fight back.
"Lucre…cia…" the man moaned, before closing his eyes and laying still. The boy couldn't take his eyes off of the dead man, gulping deeply and struggling to keep from screaming. Hojo was giving some kind of speech to the dead body, but the boy could no longer hear. His heart was beating crazily, and he was struggling to breath. He saw that a pool of dark liquid –blood! - had formed around the man's chest.
He'd just witnessed a murder.
And he was stuck in a closet.
With a madman twenty feet away.
Taunting a dead man.
Before he could figure out what to do, the woman appeared in his sights.
"What did you do?!" she screamed, tears streaming down her face. Hojo looked shocked for a moment. Then he looked at the gun in his hands and at the dead Turk.
"I shot him."
"You did what?!"
"He was in our way, Lucrecia, and he knew the consequences," Hojo responded. The boy gulped. This guy was by far the craziest man he'd ever seen.
"You killed him, Hojo!"
"I needed a body to experiment with."
"You needed a what?!"
"A body, Lucrecia. And, as you see, the boy is no longer using his."
"Because you killed him!" the woman, Lucrecia, was hysterical. The boy sympathized, because he was too. She slapped Hojo's face, the sound resonating throughout the house.
"I knew you wouldn't understand," Hojo said, sighing.
"Wouldn't understand?! How many people have you killed for experimental purposes?!" Lucrecia screamed. Hojo only grinned, causing the boy to gasp and fall out of the closet. The noise caused both Hojo and Lucrecia to look over. What they saw was a very frightened boy staring back at them.
"Oh dear…" Lucrecia whispered, looking at the boy. Hojo didn't say anything. He just slowly raised the gun to the boy's chest and put his finger on the trigger. The boy was sure he was going to end up to be an experiment just like Vincent.
A flash of movement from the ground behind Hojo caught the boy's eye. Suddenly Hojo was flat on his face, the gun slid to Lucrecia's feet. The boy looked back at the Turk who was supposed to be dead. Instead, the Turk was shaking, one hand trying to reach for the gun at Lucrecia's feet. When he couldn't reach it, the man dropped to the ground again, as if he was dead.
The boy had heard that people who died with revenge on their mind often came back as zombies, but he didn't think that was true.
"There is hope…" Lucrecia muttered, scooping up the gun and holding it close to her. "Run, boy!" The boy snapped out of his trance, grabbed Cait, and ran, making sure to run over Hojo as he did.
He ran without stopping up the stairs, thought the halls, down the main staircase and out the front door. He didn't look back to check if he was being chased. He guessed that Hojo would find him eventually, if he really wanted too.
Shock and fear fueled him, granting him the endurance to make it back to the well before stopping for a breath. It was then he noticed someone coming up to him.
"Reeve?" The boy heard his name being called, and looked up to see his father. "Reeve, are you okay?"
The boy - Reeve- struggled to say something. But nothing came out. Shock finally wore off to exaughtion.
"Reeve! What's wrong?" his father called, but Reeve no longer could talk. He could not stand, see, hear, or function.
Basically, he fainted.
A/N: Thank you for reading! To Be Continued:-)