Title: Hate
Summary: "When you're hurt and scared for so long... Fear and pain turn to hate. And hate starts to change the world..." How different would Dirge of Cerberus be if the encounter in Midgar started differently...
Warnings: Err...gore, dark thoughts, violence, smoking, drinking, dark psychological themes, language, swearing, mentions of torture, grammar, OOCness... The usual.
Disclaimer: The summary and certain lines in here go to Silent Hill; I own nothing.
Side Note: This starts at the beginning of DoC and kicks off around there (which, ironically enough, starts at the ending of FFVII). One of my many, many takes on how the game could have gone. (Aren't you glad I don't own them now?)
Crimson eyes narrowed darkly at the brunette man that smirked triumphantly across the room at him, bony fingers reaching up and pushing the thin glasses up his nose, bloody teeth shining in the light as he watched the other man intently. "So," the scientist said in a nasally voice, eyes roaming up the brunette's body and making the ex-Turk tighten his grip on the triple-barrel gun, blood pumping in his ears as he kept his eyes on the man. Never let him get the upper hand; never return to that hellhole, Vincent thought as the other brunette continued to speak. "It seems like the lab rat has finally decided to bite back at the hand that fed him." Reaching to the side, thin and long fingers skimmed over the keys of the desktop directly behind him. "Even after joining up with a group of failures, you still think you can find redemption for my whore of a wife? The woman who would spread her legs for anything that could further her goal of becoming a world-renowned scientist."
Chuckling, the thin man spat out blood as the rain continued to pound down on them. "You are willing to trust the destruction of my child- My creation! ...All to the hands of a failed clone? He was not even worthy of a number, Valentine. Hmm, you remember when you got your number, right?" Ever so slowly, he pulled back the safety on Cerberus. This would be the last time he saw Hojo; he would splatter the man's brains across the screen of the computer before dragging his body towards the edge of the tower and tossing his corpse over the edge after tearing the deranged man to pieces. "Come now, Turk," the voice returned, snapping the ex-Turk out of his thoughts. "You don't have the balls to shoot me..." Stepping away from the desk, the thin man staggered when a strong wind whipped past them both, whipping their hair in their faces as the sky continued to drown the city.
His lab coat was soaked as the white fabric lashed about in the frantic air, shoes clapping against the metal roof as he stepped closer to the tall gunner. "You could not even manage to finish off my greatest creation; you claim to be a Turk but you have no spine." He could feel a growl building in his throat as the scientists stepped closer. "You're my creation, Valentine. I made you!" Grinning widely, the thin man continued to stagger his way closer to the ex-Turk that was pointing a gun at his head. "You're my Samael and you could not bear the thought of killing me. I stand, right before you," Hojo said as he spread his arms out wide, lightening cracking overhead. "Strike me down, Turk!" he dared, smirking when the leather-clad man slowly lowered his weapon, eyes still narrowed at the scientist. "I made you for a reason, Turk. No matter how many times you lie awake at night and plot your revenge; your overwhelming desire to tear me limb from limb... One thing will always stop you. You vie to destroy me and rid the world of my presence but you can never pull the trigger. You're mine to do as I order, Turk. One failed experiment set you free upon the world. And just how Sephiroth calls the puppet to him, you were called to me."
Crimson eyes widened as his hands curled into fists. No, there was no way that he was telling the truth; he was not a servant to the twisted man! He made his own decisions that led him to his standoff with the brunette psychopath. He fell for Lucrecia, he failed her and her unborn child, he died only to be brought back to life... He was discovered after thirty years of being trapped in his own personal hell, he fought with his group of friends against ShinRa, Inc. and Sephiroth. He fired a gun at Hojo multiple times!
...And he never once struck down the crazy man. He missed every shot. Cid once commented that it could have been shaky nerves that made him miss, not that he did not want to hurt the man that brought him back to life destroyed his body, hacked away at his flesh... The man that made him regret ever falling in love with such a beautiful and wonderful woman...
Thirty years...
He was supposed to be turning fifty-seven in a few months; fifty-seven years old...and forever trapped in the body of a twenty-seven year-old. Vincent should have been nearing his deathbed, settling down with grandchildren in his lap, smiling at his aging wife and wonderful children. But he was robbed of that; given thirty years of agonizing pain as his body was pushed to the limit and violated. Bones were broken and organs altered, voice roughened from decades of screaming and pleading with any gods that would listen to spare him and give him the strength to make it through the torture.
...And he had gotten his prayers answered... What a cruel twist of fate.
"Come here," Hojo said as he smirked deviously. Looking closely at the brunette man, Vincent could not help but frown at him, unwilling feet moving slowly as he stepped towards the other man. His mind rattled with thoughts of throttling the thin man's neck as his boots clacked loudly on the roof as the down pouring rain splattered around them. "Good boy," the man remarked as Vincent studied his features. He never thought about it before, but in thirty years, Hojo had yet to age during the large gap in time between his death and his liberation from his eternal resting place. "Now, sleep, Turk. We have much to do; Sephiroth will be unable to kill his favorite puppet, so we will have to clean up the mess that he will leave behind. My son will not die in vain!"
Bloody irises slowly slipped shut as sleep tugged on his eyelids, the last thing that he saw being Hojo's face before he collapsed to the ground and watched as the dark sky rumbled overhead, ran pattering against his partially covered face. He could not help but scream in his own mind as the world went black, the demons that inhabited his body snarling for vengeance.
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