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As stated in summary, I don't think reading this will prove to be worth the effort it took to click in the title in the first place, but I do want to improve my writing, so constructive criticism please.
Restless
The Others were restless. Something was coming, something was changing. Chaos was excited; that was never a good thing. He had lost track of time. Had he been in his coffin for weeks? Months? Years? Without so much as a heartbeat to measure the passage of time with, without breath stirring his breast to count the passing seconds, with the Others rumbling constantly in the back of his mind, there was no telling how much had passed.
How long had he slept? Did it even count as sleeping? The silence in the back of his mind would indicate that the Others slept, or at the very least rested, allowing him to slip into nothingness; but was it sleep? It little mattered, he supposed. Soon things would change.
He could hear them approaching. Were they Hojo's men, come to bring him back to the lab? No, they moved too cautiously. Was Hojo even still alive? What a pleasant thought; Hojo, dead. His mind drifted as he wondered what had become of the child. He remembered watching through burning green liquid, and glass, as an infant was strapped down to a lab table. The child didn't cry at the coldness of the metal. It had struck him as so terribly wrong, and he felt certain that the child wouldn't live long, but throughout his years as 'Specimen V', he had heard much talk of the 'Jenova Project' and 'Specimen S', and he knew the child lived.
So caught up was he in his inner contrition that he missed the commotion happening around his coffin. With a deafening 'CREAK', the lid was pried off, and he opened his eyes upon the face of another for the first time in who knows how many years.
A.N: Yeah, not worth it, sorry for wasting 2 minutes of your life, but if you would be so kind as to click the little review button and tell me what you did/didn't like, I'd appreciate it. I've always had a hard time writing Vincent. T.P.S.K.