Title: Dreary Decisions
Summary: After Deepground, Vincent just wanted to accept his fate in life and move on from Lucrecia. Unfortunately, fate is not so kind. Now, he must choose between saving the woman who still holds a piece of his heart, the man trying to win over his heart, and vengeance against the man seeking to ruin everything he holds dear.
Warnings: Explicit yaoi, graphicness, swearing, smoking, gore, angst, etc., etc.
WARNING: THIS ONE'S KIND OF GRAPHIC! (Not in the smut-way either!)
Groaning softly as his fingers flexed slowly, Vincent's crimson eyes slowly began to flutter open; black slowly fading out to red as his blurred vision sharpened. ...Blood. Eyes widened slightly as he jerked away from the stained carpet and shakily rose to his feet. Looking around the room, he frowned at the sight of the yellowing walls, dying flowers, and antique, dusty furniture. Where was he? ...Where was Hojo? Flexing his claws slowly, he frowned at the soft sound of liquid hitting something damp.
Lifting his gauntleted hand to his face, the brunette froze at the sight of the red fluid that dripped down the golden metal and the chunks of torn flesh that clung stubbornly to the metal and joints. "Oh, fuck..." he muttered breathily before looking at the blood that was smeared around the thick carpet. Checking over his cloak and leather for any holes just in case it was his own blood, the brunette swallowed. Aside from being soaked with blood, there was nothing abnormal about his usual attire.
As silently as he could, Vincent began to follow the trail of blood, his large, metal-clad boots sinking into the wet carpet with a nauseating squish with every step that he took. Trying to ignore the sound, he trekked through the apartment's living room and gently pushed open a cracked-open door. The ex-Turk leaned forward and peered into the dark room before turning around and slamming the door shut.
It was Mrs. Henderson. ...Or would it be Mrs. Highwind?
Breathing deeply, he tried to calm himself and ignore the sirens that were approaching. He killed his neighbor...he killed Cid's mother. Oh, hell. Although he was glad that he had not found Cid in that room, he could not stop the feeling of remorse that sunk into the pit of his stomach. It could have been Cid in there...
There was no mistaking that she was dead... Lying on a bloodied bed, missing her face, her paisley dress stained crimson and her throat cut open in ragged tears, flesh lying limp while her bloodied spinal cord was visible. Snapped tendons and muscled dangled uselessly in the gaping space while her blood was splattered around the room. She had to have given up at least a little bit of a fight...
"I'm so sorry..."
That was definitely Lucrecia's voice.
"Hojo..." Vincent snarled darkly to himself before storming out of the apartment and hurrying to the stairs, taking two steps at a time as he made his way to roof of the building. Once on the roof, he walked over to the edge and watched at armed men began to swarm inside of the building. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the thin cell phone that Marlene had shamed him into buying before dialing Reeve's number carefully and connecting the call.
"So good of you to join us, Valentine," a nasally voice replied, tone dripping with sadistic glee that made Vincent's stomach churn.
"Hojo!" Vincent growled while gripping the metal device harder, making the components creak as they started to buckle under the pressure of his grip.
"It's good to see that your lack of will has been affected, in my favor, by 394HWD. How was your meeting with Crescent? Was is as fun for you as it was for me? You did me a great favor by tying up that loose end, Turk," the scientist cackled. "I must say, a simple dose of his blood makes you positively boil with rage until it works its way into your bloodstream. Then, the effect become purely euphoric."
"Where is Highwind and Reeve?" the ex-Turk growled as he made his way to the fire escape, quickly scaling down it as he waited for a reply from the demented man on the other line.
"Oh, he is "Highwind", now?" the scientist retorted in amusement. "Is that what you called him when you decided to whore around with him Valentine? Or were you too busy trying to think of anything else besides ramming your prick into any warm body that fought you off? Tell me, if he consented, would you have lost your desire to fuck with a man? After all, you were not meant for a committed, monogamous relationship, Turk. You were meant to kill. To become part of the DG group and kill anyone with Jenova cells in them."
"...Jenova?" Vincent asked softly, blinking as he hurried down the crowded streets and made his way to the World Regenesis Organization headquarters.
"But of course," the scientist commented like he was trying to tell a child that the sky was, indeed, blue. "Hmm, for someone who rifled through my notes like a scoundrel, you didn't read over it much, did you, Turk? For someone who has grown so old and bitter, you have yet to learn much, have you? The DG group, such as 394HWD and yourself, can tell when they are near someone with the genetic makeup of the Cetra group. Jenova was found to have the same makeup, if slightly altered, so she could bring Sephiroth to the Promised Land. The same Promised Land that the Cetra prided themselves in maintaining and the same Promised Land that you and that number-less clone took away from him! But you'll all pay for that, Valentine. 394HWD will make sure of that..."
"Leave him out of this!" Vincent screamed as he hurried his pace to a run, bursting through the front door and storming past the empty reception desk before taking the stairs.
"Oh, that's not a possibility now, Turk," Hojo smirked, voice seeping with a condescending tone. "Your precious 394HWD was my project far before he was your little fuck-buddy. I hope you enjoyed that last pounding you gave him because that will be the last time. He passed the last test and I'm going to make sure that he manages to take out any one that surprises him."
"...Test..." Vincent repeated, trying to stall the eerie scientist long enough to trap him in the room.
"You forgot? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Was the Chaos gene the only thing keeping your mental state intact, Turk? You already forgot about breaking into 394HWD's house and catching him off guard? Tearing those wonderfully sharp talons I gave you through the soft flesh of his side and struggling with his thrashing body as you dragged his bleeding and screaming form out of that hick town and back to your dingy, little coffin. Can't you even remember drinking his blood, slutting around with him like a bitch in heat, and patching him up before taking him to my bitch of a wife's cave?"
"...No... No! I didn't do that!"
"Oh, yes you do, Turk," Hojo said as he moved out of the way when Vincent came barreling into Reeve's disheveled office. Hanging up his phone, he smirked maniacally while watching the ex-Turk pull out Cerberus and point it at him. "I only wanted you to see if he was the same man that was in my project as an infant. Who could have guessed that he would have become and even better biological success than you were!" Narrowing his eyes dangerously, the gunner pulled back the safety until it clicked into place. "You don't want to do that, Valentine," he said as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, smirking defiantly.
"Yes, I do!"
"Oh no," he mocked in distressed before moving to sit down in Reeve's chair, kicking the deactivated shell of Cait Sith away from the desk. "I assure you that it would be in your best interested to let me live. Especially if you want to save Doctor Crescent."
"What did you do to her?" Vincent snarled darkly.
"I did nothing," the brunette man said with a smirk as he fixed his glasses. "You did. Tore down the crystal and pried the whore right out of her resting place by her neck. I must say, it was good thinking on your part to take those coffins out of the manor. It worked wonderfully when you crammed her sobbing, good-for-nothing ass into the coffin and nailed it shut. Personally, I'm just waiting for the next tremor to hit Mideel and sent her straight into the rising Lifestream. It will make a good end for her. So, if you kill me, Vincent, it will take you days to not only get there, but to locate where she is buried before the tremor loosens the ground and takes her down with it. ...Then again, you probably would not care for such a lying bitch and might want to go after 394HWD."
His grip on Cerberus loosened slightly as it felt like a cold hand wrapped around his heart and clenched it tightly. Lucrecia... "Where is she?"
"Don't even care to hear about the blonde whore you've been fucking, Valentine?" Hojo teased mercilessly. "Think carefully before answering! Who do you know has Jenova cells in them."
Crimson eyes widened as he inferred to what the other man was alluding. ...Cloud... Oh, hell!
"Very good, Turk," Hojo laughed. "Now, would you rather kill me, save Doctor Crescent, or save 394HWD? Then again, you could always spare me and save yourself." Pain lanced through Vincent's chest as the scientist finished his sentence. "Killing Weiss and Omega took a large toll on you, Valentine. Chaos returned to the planet and left you to die. If you forget saving your two whores and killing me, I can put the demon back inside of your genes and give you the immortality that you need to make it through the week."
Great, so he would be dead within the week, Vincent thought to himself. And to think, the last thing that he was worried about was losing Cid to his sick obsession with Lucrecia. Now he was guaranteed to lose at least one, if not both, of them depending on his current choice. ...And he really wanted to put a bullet, or ten, through that psychotic man's head and shut him up for good.
If he did not choose Lucrecia, she would die. There was a slim chance that Cloud would not kill Cid if he attacked them. ...No, there was not. He would defend himself and end up killing the pilot in self-defense. Reeve and Shelke could return Chaos to his body...but was Reeve even still alive?
"So, tell me, Vincent... Who will be going in the second coffin: you or 394HWD?"
Review if you want more. We are nearing the end of this! (If it was not already obvious...)
P.S. - You lot are really fucking with my new stories, you know that? Here I was, ready to post up three new stories when I got blindsided with a wave of reviews for this and another story. Now they have to wait while this is updated. (I would say "I hope you are proud of yourselves," but I'm sure that will get resounding yeses.)
P.S.S. - If you want a really good laugh, look up the forums for yaoi. There is a thread where people just rant about how Cid and Vincent would, and could, never get together. I laughed so hard... ...Then I had to get my daily dose of Barney Stinson (and shame to those who do not know of him!).
Thanks for reviewing:
Chess: Oops? Heh, it will be explained, worry not! Naturally.
talinsquall: Heh, well I did say that his was going to be one hell of a roller coaster, right? ...I think I did, at least... Heh, more porn, less love-making. Heh...oops? Just imagine what it's going to do to Vincent's mind!
mizperceived: Ha! Most likely, dear! Heh, exactly!
Inuobsessed004: Because wherever there is a Vincent, there is a Hojo lurking close behind? Heh, that he is not!
ABNORMAL2110: Heh...it gets better (depending on your point of view)!
reloudypie: Uhh...sorry? Heh, I generally don't wait that long after I reach five reviews. It will...eventually...maybe... We'll see!
