This is another preview for one of my stories. the story is already out to be truthfrul. it's under the Final Fantasy 7 section, enjoy.

Chapter 4

Vincent stood atop a pipe looking at his surroundings; things hadn't changed since he last made a visit. Things were still ugly and the pool of green energy was still in its ugly glow. Vincent scowled at the sight and leaped off the pipe landing on a nearby ledge. He then leaped off that edge and landed on a bridge. Vincent drew his weapon and walked along the bridge until he reached the door. He slowly opened the door; once it was fully opened, Vincent jumped in with his weapon drawn. He moved his head along with gun inspecting the room back and forth. He then noticed that there was another door on the other side of the room. Vincent put his weapon away and made his way to the door. He pushed the buttons on the control which opened the door to the elevator and stepped inside. While he began his decent into Deepground thoughts ran through Vincent's head. What does his dream mean? Was it a sign? Why was he never able to finish the dream? Vincent closed his eyes and looked back at the dream.

Vincent walked around the bloody corpses of the civilians of a city; makes you want to throw up. Then hear the sound of someone screaming, looking back at dream reminded Vincent about the voice. It was the voice of someone he knew, a female at that. He ran into a building with his gun drawn. "Stop please," he remembered the voice say. Where had he heard the voice before? Vincent comes the wall where he found the shadow of the girl being dragged away. Vincent paid more attention to his memory about the shadow. The shadow was of someone he knew as well. She appeared to have short hair. Vincent ran to girl in trouble to see who he was. The looked back at him, tears in her eyes. Then he looked at his enemy who was covered in strange dark mist. Could the mist represent lost memory? Just then he heard his phone ring. Vincent opened his eyes and reached into his cape and pulled it out.

"Are you alright?" it was Shelke. "There was an interference earlier. I am sorry I took so long."

"I'm fine," Vincent said with an almost unnoticeable sigh. "What about you?"

"I'm fine," Shelke replied. "That voice from before, it seemed familiar."

" I know what you mean," Vincent against the wall. "Gives me chills just thinking about it."

"Is the great Vincent Valentine afraid?" Shelke asked with a bit of entertainment in her blunt voice. Vincent coughed out a chuckle as well.

"Not afraid, just unsure."

"Of what?"

Vincent remained silent for a moment; the thought of his dream had entered his head again. The girl who was being dragged off called for his name. Vincent looked from the girl to the one carrying her away. The dark mist around him had faded away a bit and Vincent was only able to see one thing….

"Claws," Vincent said out loud forgetting he was on the phone.

"Claws?" Shelke asked. "Vincent Valentine?"

Vincent snapped back to reality, "It's nothing."

"I worry for you Vincent Valentine. Be careful."

"Don't you worry about me, I'll be just fine. Can you send me the location of where that from earlier came from?"

"Scanning," Shelke replied and the soft sound of computer circuits in work came through Vincent's phone. "You're not going to believe this. The source of the call came from…"

Shelke went silent for a moment.

"What?"

"Weiss, they came from where you first fought Weiss."

Weiss, the once leader of Deepground. While in the middle of his long slumber during the battle against Sephiroth, a maniacal scientist named Kuja put his mind into a neural network where he took control of Weiss' mind. Vincent barely managed his own in his fight against Wiess. Soon enough, Kuja neural network was overthrown by the power of Weiss and his brother, Nero.

"So," Vincent said. "Do you think that was Weiss' voice we heard earlier?"

"No," Shelke replied. "I know for a fact that it was not him."

"Then who could this guy be?"

"I'm not sure, but I know it's someone we've met before. Is there anything else I can do for you Vincent Valentine?"

"No."

Without saying goodbye, Shelke hung up the phone. Vincent brought up the map from before and looked to where his new objective was located. "Straight ahead," he said to himself. "Good, the sooner we finish this, the better."

The elevator came to a stop and Vincent exited the two sliding doors to find himself in a much larger bridge. On the two sides he could the green stream of souls known as the Life Stream. The pure Life Stream that is. Vincent walked to the other end of the bridge while still looking at the Life Stream. To think that such 'purity' was created by a slotter by Deepground. Damn them.

Vincent pushed the buttons on the control panel to open the door. Upon walking through, the two heavy doors slammed shut behind him. Vincent spun around and looked at the doors as they sealed themselves. "Agh, Vincent," come that voice again. Vincent turned around and looked the short hall to see that there was a faint light coming from behind a slightly opened door. "Come, you can worry about leaving later."

Vincent held a tight grip on Cerberus' handle while it remained in rest at his side pocket and slowly made his way to the door. Vincent pushed the doors open to see the face of his opponent. It was a man who wore a dark purple jump suit. He had a strap over his mouth and his arms were strapped across his chest. He had two metal extensions on his back looked a lot like the skeletons of bat's wings. On both sides of his hips was a handgun. The most noticeable factor of this freaky character was the pattern of dark shapes fading in and out of existence that revolved around him. Vincent recognized this man, it was.

"Nero the Sable," Vincent Valentine started. "It's been far too short."

Nero chuckled a bit, "That it has, Vincent."

To be continued……