Final Fantasy One Shots
One Shot Eight:
Vincent
Vincent was one of the last additions to the group. He wasn't like the others, to put it nicely. He was one of the most reclusive of the members, and the most mysterious of them all. By mystery, it was meant by how he never… Told anyone anything about him self. He seemed to always be in a shell that no one could crack. The basic things were known. He used guns, he was of accurate aim. He disliked people, noise, and talking. And, most importantly, he was an observant, extremely intellectual person. Also to not leave out a nice informative part, he was an ex-Turk. Yes, he was once a Turk. He once worked for the very company that the whole team hated. ShinRa Inc. And no one could argue why they hated the company. They were also taking it down along with Sephiroth. It was funny that someone like Vincent was in their merry band of travelers, for all sorts of places with all sorts of pasts. But in the end, they were a team.
His full name was Vincent Valentine. It was an odd name, VV as the initials at that. But, in the end he was a rather strange person himself. With his crimson hues that bore holes into your very soul, seeming to know everything and anything about you. But… His gaze didn't last too long. He covered himself in the oddest assortment of clothing, a crimson cape thing, with a neck to cover a good part of his face. Along with his matching headband that held up his rather long and shaggy raven black hair. It didn't do very well with the locks coming out of its many wrappings. It was more of a cloth than anything else. The rest of his clothing was all black, even the belts on him, which were three that were on the oddest of angles. But, the oddest thing was the claw, made of some sort of alloy that matched his boots. The alloy was golden and very powerful since he could use it as a weapon.
Vincent, himself, was a very strange man. He didn't look very powerful, but those who knew him more than a stranger on the block. Which of course meant his friends, knew that a terrible power, like a curse, dwelled within him. That power, on many occasions had tried to consume him. He was, inside, full of chaos. And ironically, that was the name of his last and most powerful form… Chaos. That was the most dangerous of them all.
His past, was one not to be repeated and should never be experience by anyone else in any shape or form, it was too cruel even for the one who placed these many terrible things upon him. And if anyone ever said that Vincent was a heartless monster, they were terribly wrong. He had a heart, maybe too large and too good for any man alive. He was pained more than any man alive, filled with torture of a past too grim to be explained here or anywhere for that matter. Even Sephiroth, from birth experimented on several times and such, had a pass less brutal than his own. It was surprising, and yet, sadly, true.
Not much is known on that past of his; all that is known was that he was experimented on. After being shot and brought back to life, and then placed into a coffin where he was put into a nightmarish, no, hellish sleep that lasted for twenty eight years until AVALANCE found him in that very coffin in the bottom of ShinRa mansion. Or rather, the basement.
When he woke up, he was a mess; there is no doubt about it. He was asking for his former love, not lover mind you since she loved Hojo and not him, Luceria. And he told them what he knew when asked about Sephiroth. Later, he joined the little group, knowing he would run into his old enemy, the man who experimented on him, Hojo.
Even when they killed Hojo (supposedly) he even wished the man to rest in peace. Only an honorable and great man could do something like that, to wish the best for his worst enemy. Very few are that noble. Or, that stupid if you look at it that way.
Vincent Valentine was and is a man of… Well, power. Along with intimidation and the power of making people scared of him at first sight. But that falls under the category of intimidation now, doesn't it? But then again, wouldn't you be scared by a man like him with those almost glowing crimson eyes of his? I guess so.
A unique individual was one way of saying politely that Vincent was, and is different from other people. He is probably the most unique of all. With a past shrouded in mystery and pain, or rather to put it more bluntly, in torture and death. He wasn't one to talk about that past of his either. The most ever pried out of him was when they woke him up from that coffin. And right before their 'final' battle with Sephiroth.
There was one question never answered, not even in Vincent's mind. It haunted him day and night for some reason. Was he Sephiroth's father? He didn't even know that answer. Hojo claimed the baby as his own when Sephiroth was born. But then again, Vincent wasn't sure. Hojo had questioned the matter on several occasions, as he had remembered. But that in the end didn't matter. It was to him a sin either way. For killing Lucrecia's child… The child of the very woman he loved. He loved her so dearly it cost him his own life, and humanity.
Like what was said before, he didn't say much on his past. But then again, who would really wish to talk about something like that? Rather, he didn't speak much. They thought that it was the demons that he changed to talking to him in his head. Maybe that was why he talking in such an odd fashion.
'Atone for my sins' was something he said. It was never clear, since he barely stated what his sin was. It wasn't his fault, the whole group knew it. But they couldn't consol with him to tell him what the truth was. So, he kept that way, wallowing in guilt and self loathing. For a time that is. Later on he seemed to forgive himself to a degree. Before they defeated Sephiroth, it seemed he was going to revert back.
In the end, the only way to truly describe him is to say he was an honorable and noble man. With a horrid past… A mind filled with demons… A mysterious aura filled with pain and sadness. To sum it all up only to only a few words:
A wounded heart, a broken soul.
