Chapter XX: Strength is a Virtue
To Vincents suprise, his dayly routine started a little later than usual. They gave him his breakfast, that was now on a decent plate, and looked as if it was made in a kitchen of a little higher quality. After breakfast he was allowed to sit in his cell, given a checkers board to pass the time, but he paid no mind. His thoughts remained on what his brother was doing at that very moment. He could only hope he was okay. Then lunch came and he was given another plate of food, just as nice as the breakfast he had only hours ago.
"Pisssst." The Shaman said getting Vincents attention. "Do I smell food?"
"Yes... I don't feel very hungry... You may have it if you like." Vincent replied setting the glass plate next to the hole from the man to grab.
"Oh thank you, Sir." He said grabbing a chicken leg. "Wow! How did you-?"
"Good behavior..." Vincent lied cooly. He knew why he was being treated this way.
"Ah... I guess I should do the same then..." The Shaman laughed.
Vincent gave a fake smile as he turned himself against the wall. "So... Where is Salem now?"
"I shall see, my friend!" The Shaman returned and began to consentrate, speaking in the same tongue he had the day before. After a few moments he returned. "In a room, by himself. He seems angered, very angered. He holds and three barreled gun in his hands... He's..." The Shaman said nothing more. "I lost my sight."
"Thank you..." Vincent returned plainly.
"Your very welcome..." The Shaman returned. "You been acting very strange lately." The man said carrying on. "Like there is something that you need to do... But your very cautious about doing it." Vincent lowered his head afraid that the Shaman had caught on to him. "You must remember to stay strong. Do you trust he is coming for you?"
"Yes..."
"Than do what you must to keep the fight going until then. You are the Chaos, Vincent Valentine. Brother of Shadow. Strength runs through both of your veins. G has given you a choice... Can you be so sure he can end your brothers life?"
"How did you-"
"They couldn't get it out of me... So they asked you to do it for them..." The Shaman returned.
A silence filled the room before being broken by the keys to the cell door were unlocked. Vincent gave a look down at the hole as he stood for the phantoms to tie his hands. He could only feel guilt. He didn't know what to do at that point. G seemed sure that he could easily end a life. After all, he was part of the UNDERGROUND opperation; ruthes men and women who devoted themselves to destruction and violence. If G was a renegade, that ment he was the worst of all of them.
The black bag was put over his head once again. "Move..." One of the phantoms ordered giving Vincent a starting nudge. Vincent began to walk slowly only thinking about what the Shaman had said. They led him a him around corners and other rooms until finaly he was back in the room only a day before. He was forced onto his knees before the black bag was snatched away for Vincent to find G standing infront of him.
"It's noon... Now what will it be?" The man said with a strange smile.
Vincent thought for a moment. He didn't know what to do. All he wanted was his brother and friends safey. But he didn't know if he could trust a man whom had killed so many without any remorse.
"Time's running out, Vincent." G said knocking him from his thoughts. "I need an answer now..."
A pause filled the room before Vincents crimson eyes met G's. "No..." Vincent said plainly.
"What?" G asked making sure he had heard right.
"I will not tell you..." Vincent replied.
"Do you care for your friends or family at all?" G asked astonished at Vincents defiance.
"Yes..." Vincent returned. "So much that I would die for not complying with your request."
A only silence was heard for a brief moment. Vincent felt relief, but he knew it would come with a price. G grabbed for a four barreled sawwed off shot gun that hung over his shoulder and began to load it with shotgun shells. "Well you are strong, Valentine..." G said with a laugh that Vincent knew wasn't friendly. G cocked the gun and pointed it directly at the pale man, the end of the barrels nearly touching his forhead. Vincent just gave a plain glare, as if waiting for it, but not fearing it at all. G relized this and lifted the gun away. "Very strong... I supose there is no reason to kill you... Yet." G turned and began to walk off. "Begin..." The phantoms began to pour water on the man before sticking the electric rod to his skin. Vincent screamed in agony. "You should have thought about yourself..." G said before walking out of the room.