Disclamer: As usual, I don't own any of the characters mentioned in here. I
just borrowed them for a bit. They are proporty of Squaresoft.
Author's note: This was an old story I had on my computer that was just collectindg dust. I believe its the first fanfic I ever wrote, and I appologize now if its really bad. I have no intentions of changing it, since when it was written, it went through more revamps than you can shake a dead rat at. It was also a gift for a friend that is sadly no longer with us. For that reason alone, I've decided it should remain as is. My friend loved it just as it was, and I want to leave it as such. Well enough, on with the story. Please enjoy! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Vincent removed his tired body from the hard wooden chair and stretched along the cold, hard wood floor, sighing sadly as he stared at the ceiling. It would be dawn soon, and that would be it, he had to make a decision. Was he going to fight with Cloud and the rest, or not? They wanted him to, but he wasn't sure. The thought of killing another would yet again add but another sin to his long list. He was tired of it. This punishment was too cruel. He had lost everyone that he ever cared about, and the only girl he had ever loved. They were all taken from him. He had no reason to keep fighting. Cloud had sent them all out to search for what they were fighting for. Unlike the rest, Vincent had no reason to fight. So why did he feel as though he must? There was nothing keeping him from giving up on it all, but yet he felt this lingering feeling that he had to go on, and continue the fight.
He lay so still, that had someone walked in the room, they might have thought he was dead. He sometimes wished he would just return to the planet. It was not his place to judge another; he was not just enough to decide Sephiroth's fate. That would be up to the planet, it would be yet another nightmare to his endless sea of dark, haunting memories. They were filled with the pain and hurt of his past. He did not want to add to his sins. But how to keep from committing another sin? That was the question. If he fought, he would be taking the life of Sephiroth, son to his love Lucrecia. If he stayed and Cloud and his friends failed to win, then he would have the taken the life of every living thing on this planet. There was no easy way to decide.
Closing his eyes, he remembered the reason he joined Cloud, Tifa, Barret, and the rest. The ShinRa had also hurt them. He had to avenge Lucrecia, and going with them had meant a chance. They freed him from his own private hell. Released the lock and opened the door for him. He had slept for so long, but now it was time to have his revenge, not only for Lucrecia, but also for every life that Hojo ruined, including Sephiroth and himself. It was all that he had lived for, and after it was done, he still felt the same. He had sinned, yet again. He had avenged everyone that had been hurt by that man, and yet was that really why he craved the blood of Hojo? In reality, had he just been hiding behind that excuse? Was it the beasts that lay within him that forced him to want to kill? He had no answers, all he had was his thoughts, and memories, that threatened to take over what little life he had left. This was no way to go on living.
Closing his eyes, his thoughts drifted back to the first day that they had been sent out to find what they were fighting for. Then as the morning sun started to rise, he stood up and walked to the window. It was time...
Author's note: This was an old story I had on my computer that was just collectindg dust. I believe its the first fanfic I ever wrote, and I appologize now if its really bad. I have no intentions of changing it, since when it was written, it went through more revamps than you can shake a dead rat at. It was also a gift for a friend that is sadly no longer with us. For that reason alone, I've decided it should remain as is. My friend loved it just as it was, and I want to leave it as such. Well enough, on with the story. Please enjoy! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Vincent removed his tired body from the hard wooden chair and stretched along the cold, hard wood floor, sighing sadly as he stared at the ceiling. It would be dawn soon, and that would be it, he had to make a decision. Was he going to fight with Cloud and the rest, or not? They wanted him to, but he wasn't sure. The thought of killing another would yet again add but another sin to his long list. He was tired of it. This punishment was too cruel. He had lost everyone that he ever cared about, and the only girl he had ever loved. They were all taken from him. He had no reason to keep fighting. Cloud had sent them all out to search for what they were fighting for. Unlike the rest, Vincent had no reason to fight. So why did he feel as though he must? There was nothing keeping him from giving up on it all, but yet he felt this lingering feeling that he had to go on, and continue the fight.
He lay so still, that had someone walked in the room, they might have thought he was dead. He sometimes wished he would just return to the planet. It was not his place to judge another; he was not just enough to decide Sephiroth's fate. That would be up to the planet, it would be yet another nightmare to his endless sea of dark, haunting memories. They were filled with the pain and hurt of his past. He did not want to add to his sins. But how to keep from committing another sin? That was the question. If he fought, he would be taking the life of Sephiroth, son to his love Lucrecia. If he stayed and Cloud and his friends failed to win, then he would have the taken the life of every living thing on this planet. There was no easy way to decide.
Closing his eyes, he remembered the reason he joined Cloud, Tifa, Barret, and the rest. The ShinRa had also hurt them. He had to avenge Lucrecia, and going with them had meant a chance. They freed him from his own private hell. Released the lock and opened the door for him. He had slept for so long, but now it was time to have his revenge, not only for Lucrecia, but also for every life that Hojo ruined, including Sephiroth and himself. It was all that he had lived for, and after it was done, he still felt the same. He had sinned, yet again. He had avenged everyone that had been hurt by that man, and yet was that really why he craved the blood of Hojo? In reality, had he just been hiding behind that excuse? Was it the beasts that lay within him that forced him to want to kill? He had no answers, all he had was his thoughts, and memories, that threatened to take over what little life he had left. This was no way to go on living.
Closing his eyes, his thoughts drifted back to the first day that they had been sent out to find what they were fighting for. Then as the morning sun started to rise, he stood up and walked to the window. It was time...