Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy (even though I wish I did.)
This is my first fanfic. Yeah its not very good and my grammar sucks so please reveiw and if you don't like it tell me how to improve. Dont just say it sucks! Oh and i want to know if people like it. If they do, I will post the other chapters. If not, then i wont post anymore. Well I hope that you enjoy reading it. (not like u will)
Chapter 1
Vincent Valentine stirred from his slumber. He grumpily opened his eyes to see a scrawny looking girl staring at him with wide eyes. He was going to ask what she was doing there when screams and shouts interrupted him.
"Where the hell did she go?"
"She can't have got far!"
"Don't worry, we'll get her."
He looked at the girl. She looked as if she'd just come out of a horror film-and had been the victim. He got up and quickly and strode towards her.
"Who...?"
Rain pelted the ground, making it hard for the girl to see, but she still ran on through the hail and fog. She couldn't stop, even if she wanted to. They would catch her. Then they would take her back to that horrid place.
Then she saw it. The mansion loomed over her, making her feel as small and worthless as an ant. But she had to enter. If not, she was sure to die. Quickly, she pushed open the huge doors and ran down the hallway. The place looked as if it was centuries old and had never been cleaned. Not like anyone would be crazy enough to clean it. Everywhere she looked was passageways, looming rooms and endless stairways. No good. Sure, they had plenty of places to hide, but she was already lost and how was she going to get out of here? Besides, she was so exhausted that once she fell down, she would most likely never get up again. And this place was crawling with fiends. To have escaped Shinra this long to die as fiend food? No, never. She couldn't give up. Not yet.
But where? Which way? She noticed a staircase leading down to a basement. Basement? Just the pure thought of it scared her. But there wasn't time to worry about that. She ran down the stairs and flung open the door, which opened to another long corridor. She came to a creepy looking door which made her take a couple of steps away from it, but then she just shook her head and entered.
The room was circular and incredibly empty. The only thing occupying it was a coffin centred in the middle of the room. As she approached it she noted that it was made from a smooth wood and should have been quite beautiful, but was covered in dust and strange claw-like marks. Clanging and shouts coming from the upper floors broke her thoughts and reminded her of the current need to hide-and fast! But in a coffin? Gross! But she couldn't complain. There was no where else to go anyway. She shuddered, and then pulled open the coffin with difficulty. What she saw next made her heart skip a beat. A man, with hair as black as midnight lay still in the coffin. The first thought that popped into her head was 'zombie'! But wait... he wasn't...okay now she was just being silly. Still, just to make sure, she gently prodded him on the cheek and he didn't move, which made her relax. But, there was a dead guy in the coffin! How was she going to hide now? Get in a coffin with a dead guy? She shuddered. But the Shinra men were getting closer. She could hear by their angry shouts that they had nearly reached the corridor.
She turned back to the coffin and nearly screamed. His blood red eyes were open and were now piercing through her hazel ones. His cold glare made her feel worthless like she just wanted to back into the corner and cry.
Before she knew it, he had got up and was standing right in front of her. She heard the Shinra men scream again, realising just how close they were.
"Who...?" His voice was cold and sent shivers through her entire body.
The girl started shaking and was staring up at him as if he was the Grim Reaper and had come to drag her to hell.
He could hear men coming down the stairs. They hardly bothered with stealth and this amused him. But the girl was staring wide-eyed at the door. Quickly she glanced at his coffin. Then, as fast as lightning, she jumped into his coffin and slammed the lid closed. This struck Vincent as weird, but he only raised one eyebrow-being the type who never reacted much.
Five men with guns burst through the door and stared awkwardly at him. He got that a lot to.
"W-who are you? Where'd the girl go?" one of the men stuttered.
Vincent really couldn't be bothered dealing with them and was going to walk out the room when he noticed their uniform.
SOLDIER.
That meant they were with Shinra.
Shinra.
The very name made his blood boil.
Shinra.
What were they doing here?
Four of the men started backing away from him after seeing the look of pure hatred that had appeared on his face. But the fifth, being an arrogant and cocky young man, walked right up to him and stuck his gun right in Vincent's face.
"We asked where the girl went dammit! Now answer!"
Vincent smirked. This was going to be fun.
All she heard was one of the men threatening that creepy man, then gunshots. Was he alright? She didn't exactly know why she cared, but she did. It was probably just because she hated Shinra. At least, that's what she told herself.
She heard a single pair of footsteps approach the coffin.
"Are you going to come out of there?" His cold voice seemed to be everywhere, yet only in one spot at the same time, as if taunting her.
Slowly, she opened the coffin and peeked out. Her eyes went wide as she examined the five men lying in pools of their own blood on the floor. Each had only one bullet hole-it had been a quick death. She then turned her watery gaze back to him. He just stood there, expressionless, as if nothing had happened. Was he always like that? Surely, he would have to show at least a little emotion sometimes, right? But was he even human?
"Why was Shinra after you?" His words were like a bucket of ice cold water had been dropped all over her.
"Answer my question." There was a tone of annoyance in his voice.
"…uh…" she tried to respond, but it just came out as a strange gurgling noise.
He sighed, then walked up to her and pulled her out of the coffin. She struggled, but his grip was too strong.
"Now I will ask you one more time. If you don't answer, I will kill you. Why was Shinra after you?"
She tried to answer, but just one look into his crimson eyes and the words got stuck in her throat. After stuttering a bit, she managed one word.
"…V-vira…"
"Vira?" he mumbled thoughtfully. "Is that…your name?"
She nodded and stared at the floor.
"I see." He let go of her arm and she fell to the floor.
So her name was Vira. It seemed to…ring a bell, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He looked at her again. She had long brown hair which fell down to her waist, but it looked almost black because it was so filthy. Her shirt was ragged and torn, covered in dirt, mud and blood. He could tell that once upon a time her pants were white, but now, they were a disgusting brown colour. But the thing about her that captivated him the most was her eyes. They were an ordinary hazel colour, but there was something different about them. Was it…no it couldn't be…but if she had just escaped from Shinra…then…he shook the thought from his mind. He could always ask her about it later.
"So…Vira, you were running from Shinra?"
She nodded.
"Why?"
For a second her terrified eyes met his, before she turned away and started staring at the floor again.
That look…now he understood.
"You…were an experiment?"
