Chaossheer and utter
distortion, that's all you are, that's all you'll
ever become Vincent. You can't get rid of me; you can never
run from me. I am your instincts; I am your soul. And the classic
is, I am the manifestation of your heart. All the hatred you
bear, all the sorrow and guilt. You are a sea of Chaos and in the
end, I'm proud to call you home.
I am your never-ending
nightmare. I created it; I live in it. I tell you "oh yes,
you have atoned. But in the end that heinous sin will still be
here. For you see, I am what's left." Heh, heh I
live off your pain and suffering, and there is nothing you can do
about that. Oh sure, you have succeed in controlling me, but you
will never get rid of me. You still possess too much harsh
emotion. Justget it off your chest big guy! Heeheh.
Ahh Your torture is my pleasure, but I think you have
already realized this.
Ooo I can hear your
heart racing.
"wake me from this
nightmare"
Your blood is running
cold
"Chaos, leave me belet
me sleep in peace"
The sweat beads are forming;
your temperature is rising.
"Chaos! I will and do
control you. Yes, I am your home, but it is still my
soul!"
And it shall be mine
Vincent shot his ruby red eyes
open and found nothing.
You see, in this black abyss,
you find what? Nothing? Yes? I am right there. The only
things that you can even see are your eyes.
"So there still is
light," Vincent responded weakly into darkness still panting
from the adrenaline.
Oh the Irony! What color are
they?
""
Ahh the realization has
hit. I must admit Vincent, they are quite beautiful. That lovely
blood red color. They suit you quite well. Just as your
hands
"I can agree to that,"
Vincent concurred with almost an emptiness. "My hands are
just as red as your claws."
But then again, you too have a
claw.
"My claw is of metal."
You and I both know the truth
behind that
Vincent drew in a small, subtle
laugh, then sighed. "Yes, we do. Figuratively speaking, of
course."
Very good! You and I really
aren't that different. We bot—
Vincent cut Chaos short.
"Don't take me for such a fool, Chaos. I am willing to
admit that you and I are one in the same. We share the same body,
the same mind" He now cut into himself.
The same soul?
Those three simple words sent
Vincent's mind into anarchy. He wasn't willing to admit
to something that he himself felt to be true. There was a harsh
reality to what Chaos had said, and even subtler than a brick
wall itself, there was a reality to what he wanted.
Hmmm, I can tell by the
silence, you've come to some conclusion, that, could it be,
you've come to the truth Vincent?
"Chaos, you aren't
going to make me say it. I'm not willing to admit it. Why?
you ask. Oh, hell, ask it."
Why, Vincent? Humor me,
please, I beg of you, please enlighten me.
"He, heah, well, if
your going to be arrogant about it, then no." Suddenly a
pain shot through Vincent's shoulder blade and he let out a
groan.
Do not toy with me. You
and I are the same body.
"Do not underestimate me,
Chaos. My Will is stronger than your torture'. And
just remember, your torture is my pleasure." With that said,
a wry smile slipped across Vincent's face, and he indulged
into his nightmarish sleep once more.
After some silence,
Vincent's mind felt at ease. "No one listening, no one
watching, the solitude of silence. A solace all its own," he
said in his mind. He opened his mind's eye to find what he
wished be gone
"That's one hell of a
will ya got there Vinnie."
With that said, Vincent
unconsciously dropped his mouth. A winged demon of his own height
and size flapped and flew in front of him. His massive bat wings
never missed a beat, his skin was that of an alligator's
purple scale and his long white fangs flashed with a 200-watt
grin that made him seem even more malicious.
"You seem
surprised," the demon said placing himself delicately on the
ground and crossing his arms and wrapping his wings about him.
"It's like looking into
a mirror" Vincent mumbled under his breath while
putting his head down.
"Yes, it is, isn't it?
Figuratively speakingof course."
"Of course." Vincent
replied slowly bringing his head up as his alter ego walked
passed.
Vincent and his companion stood
in a black void with barely enough light to nothing more than the
area around. Vincent was wearing black pants, and a black shirt
with no shoes. His arms hung quietly at his sides and his mind
raced with a thousand thoughts at once. His long black hair
helped him blend into the nothingness around.
Chaos stopped, gave Vincent that
once-over look and continued walking passed. As he did, the areas
would slowly light up.
"Welcome to my humble abode.
This is the place inside of you that happily houses me. Quite
eerie, I know. But home nonetheless."
Vincent got straight to the
point, "there is something more to me that you want,
isn't there?"
"You were right Vinnie, I
shouldn't take for a fool."
"And knowing you,
you'll do anything to get to me."
The demon's face once again
lit up with a smile. He opened his wings and unfolded his arms
and placed his claws idly at his sides. He turned to the side and
kept his head down, but Vincent knew Chaos saw him, if not only
sensed him.
Vincent actually began to study
the fiend with almost a sense of pity. In the position he stood,
he hid no secrets; portrayed no lies. In a way, Vincent felt his
own eyes on himself, and in truth, that's exactly what was
going on; he was on the outside looking in, and Chaos held the
door wide open.
After a few minutes Chaos lifted
his head out of who knows what kind of thoughts and asked,
"are you finished?"
Vincent blinked and nodded a few
times to answer.
"What did you hope to find?
A weakness, a, a, fear? Trust me, my friend, you won't. Let
me ask you, Vinnie: did you ever really stop to think of what I
am?"
"Yes, once."
"And"
"And nothing. I guess I felt
that you were always here."
"Which is precisely
true." Chaos let out a small giggle that flashed his fangs.
"I told you, I am the manifestation of your heart Vincent. I
am all your fears, your hatred, your guilt, and anything else
along those lines." He began to walk towards the stolid man
and with each step he took, his form began to change, from the
feet up. His clawed feet suddenly had black boots; next, his legs
were covered with navy blue pants. Vincent watched Chaos go from
demon, to Turk. The next thing he knew, he saw himself a few
years younger; short hair, brown eyes, gloves, and
"The lovely blue suit."
This Vincent said directly to Vincent.
"What do you wish to
accomplish with this, Chaos?"
"Well, a reaction would be
nice. Always so critical. Never shows emotion, either.
That's how I came about." Suddenly, Chaos walked away
and Vincent sighed.
"How about this?" A
sweet voice asked from behind and Vincent immediately knew what
form Chaos now tried on.
"Leave her out of
this."
"She is your nightmare, your
sin. She is the form I most always take Vincent. It's your
sin that makes you so vulnerable." Suddenly two wings ripped
out of the poor girl's back and Chaos reappeared, smiling
all the way.
Chaos turned towards Vincent and
placed a claw forward to where a small pool had appeared.
"Take a look Vinnie, and tell me what you see."
Vincent quickly turned around and
retorted, "I know what I'm going to see." Chaos
raised his brow line as to say What?
"You."
"So, you are willing to
admit that you and I are the same soul?"
As if the hand of God had slapped
him, a thought flashed across Vincent's ruby eyes. He
sheepishly cracked a grin across one side of his mouth, slowly,
deliberately began to walk towards the demon and spoke.
"No, but I am willing to
admit that you and I are the same."
"What?" Chaos asked
puzzled at the look on Vincent's face more than at what the
man said.
"Despair, hatred, guilt. I
am all that, and nothing more. I am you, just in human form, my
friend. Hell, I'm even equipped to say that you and I are
kindred spirits. But, there is one thing that makes you different
from me. The reason that I have my soul."
"Tell me then."
"No, not yet. Do remember
telling me that you had no weakness or fear?" Vincent now
fully smiled.
"Liar"
That single word drifted in the
air and Chaos's eyes dilated at the sight of Vincent.
"You haven't a soul.
And I am your prized possession, Chaos. Like a son to a
father."
"So, if you and I are so
similar, what makes you possess what I cannot?" Chaos said
feebly to Vincent turning away. But before he knew it, Vincent
was right in front of his face. And the next thing he said, he
made sure he articulated every single word and syllable.
"My one single, shred
of humanity."
Vincent suddenly opened his eyes
to find a young man with (for lack of a better word) shock of
spiky blond hair in front of him. Vincent took in one deep breath
and the young man spoke,
"You were having a
nightmare"
Author's Note: Just having a little fun with the
psyche of Vincent and Chaos. Hope you enjoyed it.
