I See Right Through You

Chapter One: Not Himself

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The smell of rust and salt filled my nose, the awful taste resonating on my tastebuds. I looked at my shirt, now bloodstained, disdainfully. Because this was only the beginning of our deadly dance.

Vincent was not himself right now, but I couldn't leave him. I had to endure the pain because I coldn't hurt Chaos. because Chaos was Vincent. What were my choices here? I couldn't leave, I couldn't hurt him, and talking wasn't seeming to work, either. I screamed his name again, asking him to come back.

"Vincent!! You're not weaker than Chaos! Make him go back inside!! Don't let him control you! VINCENT!!!!" I cried as Chaos' claws caught my arm again.

Don't hurt him... You can't hurt him... I told myself, and after I stood up, our dance continued. I narrowly dodged a few boulders that were thrown and then he trapped my leg under one. I screamed.

"Chaos!!! Chaos, what are you doing?!?!?!"

Then someting happened, stopping the dance.

'Vincent, I'm sorry...' A voice echoed through the cave, but it wasn't mine. Chaos' head jerked in every direction in search of the stirkingly serene voice.

'Vincent... I'm so sorry... My dear Vincent...'

What? Where was that voice coming from? I tested my own voice, but it failed me. Then, Chaos stopped moving. Totally and completely---

Ceased.

I looked around strangely, trying to spot what the demon was staring at, to no avail. Suddenly, the beast made a sound which I could only place as... Agonized...

"Vincent?," I asked, fear edging my tone. The beast turned on me, his violet eyes burning a hole in me."Vincent??"

'I'm sorry, Vincent...'

Chaos mad the sound again. I thought I was gonna cry... Maybe it was just my leg...

'Vincent.' The voice said, a bit more sternly.

He looked toward the sound.

'Don't hurt her.'

He looked at me, remorse and humanity filling the beautiful and terrifing violet eyes, and easily lifted the large rock off of my leg, allowing for a "Sorry" groan.

'Go, child... Go home... You have endured bravely, but it is time for you to rest... I will take the front lines... Go home... He will find you...'

Suddenly, I recognized the voice-- Lucrecia...

And I did as she said, for once in my painstakingly short (so far) life...

(End Chapter One)

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