Bloody Lips


Press your lips to mine, be my Bloody Valentine.

--Hojo


He remembered, sitting within this cell of hell, wondering when Hojo was going to do another experiment upon him, he couldn't eat, he couldn't sleep, he was nothing and yet he was everything. There was a monster within him, he was a monster to begin with. He had killed a friend, someone so dear and true to him that it didn't matter if he lived, all he wanted to do was to bring him back, but could he?

Now crimson hues closed, tears falling down his cheeks, in paths of the stains that had stained there so many times before. He sighed softly when he looked at the darkened wall and thought about his memories.

His first kiss…

He was younger, almost a decade by now wasn't it? Nineteen he had been, fresh in the Turks, the rookie… And he had met him, his best friend in the whole wide world. Verd. Verd was a prankster, he loved to play jokes, to fool around, and so did Vincent.

That was how they hit it off so ast, and how the two of them caused havoc and chaos for all of Shin-Ra, but sometimes it was appreciated, since everyone did like the fact that it gave them a break once in awhile. Not that they didn't get some sort of pay-dock or something else like that for everything they pulled, but at least they suffered together.

It was the best part, to sit in the Shin-Ra prison with your best friend talking about how awesome it was and what you were plotting next…

Yet one time it was almost fatal. When he and Verd were attempting to scare their boss, named Nikolas, whom was a rather funny old man with an eyepatch, the leader of the Turks who was so strict, but of course this was just for fun and games and all, no harm was meant to be done…

But something went to terribly wrong, something exploded. It was so odd, by them, right by them a little machine had gone off while they hid, collapsing the room, rocks of metal and electricity falling from above…. And everything went black.

He had woken up with an unconscious Verd on top of him, the man was bleeding, his own and the other's blood intertwined with one another in such a thick mess, there was no doubt they were going to die. There was no light, how long had they been there? The thoughts racing through Vincent's head were numerous and all of them cauasing him to worry and fret.

Though, it was a groan that signified that Verd was alright, as honeyed hues gazed into his own chocolate ones, and a smile came on the other's lips. "So, that bad huh?"

"Yeah… We really screwed up this time."

A snicker, "Yeah, but I think this was our finest hour, huh?"

"What if we die?" He remembered the panicked sound that he had made at the thought of death, oh how he laughed at himself now, what he suffered was even worse than that, it was worse than HELL.

"…You've never been kissed, and you never will." There was a teasing tone.

"Shut up! …So what if I haven't been kissed?!" But he was cut off from saying anymore as bloodied lips met his own, a bloody kiss from two sets of bloodied lips, and it was his first one ever.

When it was over, it was a heavenly eternity after all, Vincent couldn't help but look up at his friend with awe and surprise, his jaw not able to form words, he was speechless.

"Now you can't say you've never been kissed." Verd told him…

Vincent shook himself out of his memories, his eyes filling with tears once again as he remembered what had happened to such a good friend of his, there was no doubt within his mind that he had to keep these thoughts, these memories of fondness and love that Hojo could and would use against him within his nightmares… or worse, the voices within his mind that continued to call to him.

Was he going insane with such thoughts entering his mind on such an eas scale of time telling him to kill, to murder, to maim, to destroy… Why? He was a Turks, not a normal killer, nothing more than that. He couldn't kill Hojo, not in his state, he wanted to die, but could he? What was he?

Even those thoughts were interrupted as the cell door opened, Hojo stood there with a glint in his eyes, grinning like the maniac he was. It inspired and caused so much fear within Vincent, he could not react by the horrid terror that flowed through his body, he was still, paralyzed, unable to get away from his tormentor, the madman who controlled him mind, body, and soul. Oh, how he missed the Turks, oh how he wished he hadn't done what he did, killing his Lucrecia. Why did these things have to happen? It was his fault, everything was his fault.

Hojo was right, he deserved to die, he deserved death, he had killed Joshua, one of his closest friends, he was a monster, a terrible creature that deserved to this punishment, that deserved to be a horrible experiment!

As the man walked over to him, he could not move, he could barely breathe, but what was said struck terror to the deepest reaches of his broken soul.

"It's time to have fun, my bloody Valentine."

With that, the torture began anew.