Sorry for taking so long with the update. I was on a bit of a writer's block. I'll try not to let it happen again. Thanks for all the reviews. I got over my goal of 100 reviews!!! YAAAH!!! (dances for a few mintutes then stops) Okay, I'm done. Remember no flames. THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE FOR THE REVIEWS!
Good news! I recently installed a spell checker program into my computer, and now my chapter will have a lot less spelling mistakes. Whohoo!
For a while, update will be slow on this fanfic because I'm officially at the part of the story that wasn't planned out very well because I changed a bunch of things at the last minute. I'm really sorry for this, but I'm trying the best I can. School's been killing me! Updates will be pretty slow for a while because I'm on a huge writer's block.
While rereading some chapters I posted, I realized I made a few mistakes (I'm not talking about spelling or grammar). First of all, after reading some of Doc's Omega reports, I realized that Grimoire couldn't of met Lucrecia at least until after she finished college. I also accidentally didn't know SOLDIER didn't come along until years after Vincent was put in a coffin. It's true SOLDIER didn't come until after Vincent being altered, right? I might of made a couple other mistakes, and may need to look into them, but most mistakes I made are only minor. You guys may later notice some changes I made in chapter (mostly dialogue) because I remembered something I was going to put in a plot, and forgot about it. It's hard to explain.
Disclaimer: I don't own the song Pain by Three Days Grace.
The rain poured down on my skin as I continued to run. Lightning sounded out in the distance. The fainter Johnathon's footsteps got behind me, the more determined I was to escape. When I approached the outside gate, I forced the door open as swiftly as I could. I went back to running once the gate flew open. Even though my lungs began to burn, I kept forced my legs to move. Johnathon will catch up to me if I don't hurry. Then I took a shortcut by crossing a bunch of yards. Luckily, my home is uphill so I was able to pick up speed. Pretty soon, my feet moved on their own without refusing. The force of running down hill seemed to make my feet feel lighter somehow. Although my lungs kept burning, my adrenaline was able to keep me from stopping.
Whenever my feet complained, I reminded them of finding Mother. I finally reached the bottom, and stopped in front of a road that had a lot of traffic. I can't afford to wait for it to slow down. I gotta go now! That's when I noticed an alley way. At first, I hesitated because alley are a thugs favorite spot. Johnathon will probably call the cops after me or even come after me himself so I settle with cutting through the alley way.
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I could feel my skin crawling as I exited the alley. I felt blessed that nobody has attacked me yet. The park's gate was up ahead of me with only a few cars passing by, so it would be easy to get across. I patiently waited for the stop light to turn red. My breath felt heavy, and my heart continued to drop by the second as I impatiently waited. Moments later, it finally turned red. A weight on my heart lifted from relief as I didn't waste any second to cross. I kept dashing until I finally got halfway through the park. I immediately collapsed into a bench, and caught up in my breathing. My lungs felt like they were on fire. My side cramped from running so much. My legs felt so exhausted that they didn't want to move ever again. The rain made my cloths heavier, making my run more difficult. The rain was freezing. It felt like I was taking a cold shower.
Once I got enough air, I thought back to what I just heard without letting the thunder and rain bothering me.
A mother...I can't believe it. I always thought Laccara was my mother but...I don't remember her too well or anything, but I'm still both pretty happy and shocked, even mad and worried while I'm at it.
I can't believe my father would do such a thing at such at a young age. All my life, I known him as well-organized, flawless, and...responsible. Now I barely know who he is anymore. I didn't know him that well because he was hardly home anyway, but I even know less about him! It's hard to believe he's my even father!
Now what do I do? I don't have any money. Johnathon already changed the password to the bank account already after he found out about me wandering off into the city. I don't have anything except the cloths on my back and my glasses.
My heart dropped when I remember Luesa's guitar and my skateboard I hid in the closet in my room.
MY SKATEBOARD!!! LUESA'S GUITAR!!! OH!!! I wish I at least grabbed her guitar!
I decided to get my mind off the guitar, and back on Mother.
How am I going to find her? I can't just go find Father confront him about it. He might just lie, and make it even tougher for me. I doubt Johnathon would tell me whether I return to him myself or he captures me. Luesa is a detective, she could probably help me but...it might make things worse. She's already all over Johnathon about abusing me, and he's sure to find out before I really find my mother.
Should I really go on this quest or should I stick to Father? Wait a minute...WHY SHOULD I CARE ABOUT HIM!? He's barely done anything for me but made me suffer. He's abandoned me to his siblings, hardly ever visits me or even calls me, and he probably helped Johnathon take me from Mother in the first place. For now on, Father means nothing to me. Once I find Mother, I can start my own happy life. They'll no longer have control over me. I'll murder them if I have to.
Where is mother anyway? Does she think about me? Does she care about me? Yes, she must care about me. Johnathon did admit that it was hard to take me away from her. She must be heart broken. I'll find her...somehow, and I'll be the best son she can ever have.
Where will I go? Mrs. Allen and Doug already moved away. I definitely can't go to Luesa because if I'm caught at her house, it'll be an excuse for Johnathon to put her in jail. I don't want that! She's done way too much for me. I don't have any friends at school to help me. It's even worse for me to go home now that I know too much and ran off like I did. I just gotta remember I'll be free once I find Mother. I gotta remember she'll be worth it. No more getting beaten. No more getting insulted. No more starving. No more being touched and frequently raped. No more torture. No more false hope. For now, I have to search the city for shelter.
A police siren's screech out in the distant caused me to jump to my feet and take off. Johnathon must of alerted them. I'll be the last heir to the Valentine name, so the police will be hard to shake off.
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My blood ran cold as I wandered around the horrid street. Heading down here is probably the worst idea I ever had in my life! Just by glancing at it, I knew it was trouble. The street was lined with abandoned buildings that were either destroyed, battered, or had a out of business sign on it. A couple vehicles were abandoned at the side of the road. Many homeless people struggled to keep a fire in a firing can burning. Some gang-like people glared at me with their piercing eyes as I passed. I tried not to turn my back on them for too long because I didn't want to give them the chance to attack me. Luesa taught me this.
The sight of a couple gangsters fighting each other only a few feet from me caused me to flee as I speedily could. I didn't bother to glance behind me even though I'm making myself an easier target. I could feel relief as I approached the corner at the end, away from this deadly street. My heart rapidly beaten from joy as I made the turn, but I didn't have too long to enjoy it. A strong hand seized me by the collar just as I turned, and I got slammed into the brick wall. The hard wall made me yelp loudly as my back slammed into it. Within seconds, I was forced to face the wall. Strong hands forced my hands behind my back. I didn't scream because I was so shocked at how fast this is happening. I wasn't scared either because I didn't get the chance to be.
A hand from behind me covered my mouth, causing a great chill to go down my spine.
"Quiet, unless you want me to kill you right now," My attacker commanded.
The strange thing was that I wasn't that scared of getting killed. Maybe it's because I don't have much to lose, and I'm secretly mentally suicidal. The only reason I haven't killed myself yet is because I don't want Joey's sacrifice to be in vain. The only thing that scared me about getting killed by him is never finding out who my real mother is. If I'm going to die, I want to die loved by somebody.
"C'mon!" My captor lead me towards a alleyway, keeping his grip on my arms so I can't face him. For a unknown reason, none of his leading seemed to forceful.
Maybe this guy will be easy to escape. What if he has a weapon? I guess I can't risk that without knowing for sure. I guess I have no choice.
Not wanting to get killed by him, I obediently followed.
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After probably fifteen minutes of being led, I found myself walking in a abandoned warehouse. My captor let go of my arms, causing me to tumble forward. Once I landed on the floor, I wasted no time to get up, not even caring about feeling a bit sore from falling. I faced him, and studied him as quickly as I could. He was wearing a black ski mask with a black t-shirt and silver, baggy sweat pants. Lot of his features were covered so I don't have much except he has blue eyes and is probably two to three years older than me. I didn't spot a weapon on him, but didn't move because this felt too easy. There has to be a catch.
When a sudden flash blue flashed in front of my eyes, my arms reacted and caught the object. It only took seconds for me to realize that I was holding a electric guitar! It was a sapphire blue with light blue lightning decorating its sides. At the corner of my eye, I spotted the guitar's cord plugged into a electric circuit. Did he plan any of this?! I didn't have much of a chance to think because right when I faced him, a dagger was pointed towards my neck. My captor dropped a guitar pick in front of me, letting it land on the hard floor.
"Play or I'll kill you," my captor threatened, still pointed the dagger towards my neck.
Panic gained control of my body, causing me to swiftly pick up the guitar pick off the floor, and back up on instinct. At light speed, my fingers played the song I've been working on, Pain. I played so swiftly, as my life depended on it. I don't know how, but every note flashed in my mind as if I was directly looking at the paper I wrote the song on. My eyes focused on my fingers and the guitar. My heart raced as my eyes shifted back and forth, watching my captor and my playing at the same time. My fingers slightly trembled as I stricken the strings, struggling to not let the pick slip out my fingers. Sweat formed on my forehead, making part of my bangs sticking to my forehead. My heart's pumps rapidly accelerated until it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. My breathing became heavy. My blood felt both cold and hot from the fear and panic that ran through my body.
Even small moments seemed to take forever, as I kept up the cell dropping business for who knows how long. After probably several minutes of keeping this up, my captor put out his hand for me to stop playing. My fingers immediately froze, still feeling numb from my adrenaline kicking. My eyes focused on him, watching for any threatening movements.
"You pass," He informed in such a low tone it was hard to hear.
My mind began to spin. Did I hear him right? If I did, what is he talking about? "W-what?"
"I said you passed the test," He said once more, only louder this time.
"T-t-test?" My body went numb as a blend of emotions overwhelmed my mind. I didn't know rather to feel relieved, confused, angry, etc. My heart kept pumping loudly, nearly blocking out my hearing. Tremendous fear doesn't disappear that easily.
My captor chuckled and removed his mask, revealing his true identity. Besides him having brown eyes, I got to see more of his features. His auburn colored hair reached just at the tip of his shoulders. His hair was pretty wild, kind of spiky-like (A/N: It's kinda like Leon's hair style from Kingdom Heats II, except it's more wild). His front spiky bangs over lapped his eyes, partly covering them. Just by looking at his face, you can see rebellion written all over him.
"Sorry about that," My captor apologized. "I needed to test ya. My boss has had an eye on you for a while. We sometimes saw you strolling about the city with that nice guitar of your's in your hand, and we wanted to see how good you were. Finding you was worth the trouble after all."
The only thing keeping me from blazing in anger was his comments and relief to be safe. "T-thank you." It was all I can squeeze out of my throat. I was beginning to wonder where he was going with all this. "W-why did you do all this?"
"We got a opening for a guitarist for my band, and wanna see if your interested. It's kinda a good paying job as long as you can jam. My manager has been pulling his hair out of his skull cause he's stressing over this empty space in the band." I was about to ask him more about the job, but he started walking ahead of me. My feet didn't budge. It's probably because I'm curious about what he's doing. Once he was a few feet ahead of me, he paused and turned towards me. "Are ya comin'?" Thunder sounding in the distance caused me to jump and dash by his side on instinct. Right when I caught up with him, I felt like such a dork, embarrassing myself like that in front of him.
We both headed outside the warehouse, to find that a black van was parked outside. The rebellion-looking teen walked further ahead of me, and pulled the door open for me. "If your interested into my offer, come with us. You'll have to talk to my boss. Don't worry. We won't bite."
I knew better than to get in the car with a stranger, but a police siren sounding close drilled in my thoughts. Wherever that want to take me, it's got to be better than "home." Feeling a didn't have much of a choice, I stepped in with the rebel following me inside. He closed the door behind him, and the van took off. For a second I glanced at the driver, then at the rebel.
"Sorry, I didn't get the chance to properly introduce myself. The name's Skull Basher. It's not my real name, but I prefer to go by my band nickname. What's your's?"
For a few moments, I hesitated. Everything was happening so fast, a lot of my emotions were being left behind, and having trouble catching up to me. I guess I can say I'm either nervous or scared. As if I was getting ready to touch a rabid dog, I reached out my hand slowly and nervously to shake his hand. "I-It's Vince."
Skull Basher grabbed my hand swiftly and shook it with a smirk developed on his face. "Y'know, kid? I think I like you already."
Sorry the chapter was short, rushed, and cheap compared to my other chapter. I almost went a entire month without updating! I can't believe that! I'm extremely sorry. I was on a BAD writer's block and wanted to think out everything. Sorry this chapter is messed up. I just wanted to updated so I wouldn't keep you guys waiting. I promise the next chapter will make up for all of it. This chapter was a huge pain to write. I had to reread it two times! Please don't be mad at me. I'm trying. I just want to stop it here because I need to look up a couple things.
You guys better appreciate the spell checking program I installed because I installed it for only you guys, and it was a HUGE pain to install. I promise the next chapter won't take as long to write, it'll be longer, and better.
I've been trying to write my own songs because I don't like borrowing songs, but it's not going too well. I came up with a bunch of lyrics, but decided I don't like them, so I'm starting over. Until I come up with my own songs or until the story is over, I'm gonna have to borrow some song lyrics for a while. Song writing isn't as easy as it looks so don't flame me for borrowing a song. I already claimed I don't own the song, alright? Bye for now.