Seed Of Vincent
Ch. 1
Boom!
Three slugs were sent whizzing through the air white hot at high speeds until it hit its target. The target was shot back blood spraying from his back. The shooter walked up and examined his kill, the victim, half dead looked up and said two final words, "Vincent Valentine." And then he fell dead.
Vincent kneeled down and looked at the man's gunshot wound; he'd been shot him right through the heart. "A perfect hit," he said abruptly. "Excellent work Lance." Right at that moment, another figure emerged from the fog. "Thank you master," he answered. Vincent then took out a cell phone, punched in a few keys and the area around them disappeared.
"Training sequence ending," said an automated voice. When the fog cleared away Lance saw his master clearly. Vincent was a tall man who didn't look more than twenty-seven but in reality he was fifty-eight years old. He had a crimson cape that was tattered by war and time. His hair was black and covered in spikes that almost looked jagged and on his feet were steel pointed toe boots. Lance shared the same attributes as his master except his hair was cleanly cut.
"What else do we have to do today?" asked Lance as he holstered his weapon, a traditional revolver with a chain with a charm in the shape of a lance on the end. "Not much, just patrol the area for any demons," said Vincent. "We will leave after we eat dinner." The pair walked down the hallway to the kitchen, ate a large dinner, and headed out.
The city was an active place at night, booming with commotion, full of people. They walked through the deserted streets not expecting anything special. The city looked the same as always, dark, gloomy, and full of dilapidated buildings and warehouses. The most they expected to fight were the crazed and mutated chocobos left after the nuclear explosion, but he was going to see much more.
They were nearing the end of their patrol when they heard a strange sound. Lance bolted past the corner to see what had made it. If there was going to be any action, he was going to get it. He turned the corner to find a creature he'd never seen before devouring a helpless townsperson. Lance jerked out his gun in anger and aimed for his target. Vincent rounded the corner and shouted, "No Lance, don't shoot!" But it was too late; the gun went off and sent a slug into the back of the beast sending a rain of blood onto the street. The creature turned around, a bleeding gunshot wound on his chest though not even affected by it. It moved away from the lacerated corpse and began pounding towards Lance, raised its claws towards him and stabbed him directly in the chest spewing blood everywhere.
Lance wanted to cry out, but couldn't, he didn't he didn't want to waste his breath because he knew he was going to run out soon. The creature dropped him and opened his mouth to devour him when his head came clear off. Lance looked up as Vincent holstered his gun, The Cerberus, a three barreled revolver and came running to him. Vincent picked him up and brought him home into the hospital wing of the headquarters and everybody started throwing equipment onto him and began operating right away. But as soon as Lance had been home, he blacked out.