Vincent.....
By: VPRufus
SOCOM8@hotmail.com
Chapter 1 Echo from the past
I was about twelve when I held my first gun. It's weight made my hand's wobble and it's silver coating
glimmering in the sun. It was my father's, and ironically he was a hitman of the Kessoku, the republic
that was set up before Shin-Ra even set foot in their offices. It was before that damned corporation burned
down the capital (Which is now Midgar), and killed everyone associated with it. I held it up in my room
on a hot afternoon day. My hands shaked as the sun gleamed from my window which bright as fire. My
eyes peered at a cardboard box laying in the middle of my bed. It was a small toilet paper that was labeled
'5 Pack'. My right pointer finger shaked as wagged my tongue out. The hammer was slowly tilting
forward as the barrel was slowly circling. Then, my hands shook as the recoil shook both of my hands,
and the large bang of the bullet taken my hearing and a silver bullet hit the box making a hole the size of
a baseball . A few seconds later , I looked back as brisk tapping footsteps were heard. I opened the door
threw the gun on the gray carpet.
"Vincent!" yelled a man with a mature low pitched voice.
The man came running the down to my room. His eye brows were raised and his eyes were closed. He
just shaved ,a mark was one the small hairs under his nose and chin. He was wearing a beige trenchcoat,
black slacks, and black business shoes polished to the fullest. He look straight at me. My dad's eyes peered
into my soul knowing that I was playing around with his gun.
"I was just playing........." I said in muffled voice.
"Playing?! You could've shot yourself!"
"-but I wanna be like you! "
When you're a kid. You seem to don't know that much about the world. You think everything was fun
and play, but now I know I was about to know why.
"......No...." my dad said as he picked up the pistol on the floor and turned the safety lock on.
"I think you wouldn't wanna be like me."
My father's name was Michael Valentine. He was a hitman as I was about a decade later, but he was one
for hire by anyone. From the Wutai Triad to the top government officials, he would disappear for a few
months and come back to visit. I was stunned on how he can support his small family of two kids. Me,
David and my mom. It was usually on and off. Money and sometimes no money. Some days, we had to
ear just pieces of bread and water to satisfy our hunger.
"It's an ugly job." he said.
"You wouldn't like it."
"-but why do you do it?" I asked.
".....For the money....... To support you, feed you, clothe you, and educate you. So you won't end up like
me."
"Huh? What do you mean end up?"
Father sat on my bed as I sat beside with him. I turned back at my window, and a slight wind made the
brances of the pine tree outside my house waving downwards hiding the sun's warmth and light. My
room's white walls became grey because of the shadow creeping over the bed, and most of the room.
I looked up at my dad who took a lighter out of his left pocket and a pack of cigs on the right. My father
was a heavy smoker. He took in the tobacco and inhaled it slowly. The ill smell of the butt surrounded my
room, and I coughed a bit because of the suffocating smoke.
"As in you'll be a man who will only have one thing he can do. Killing like a damn animal. You have to
live off of other people's misery....."
From my experience as an assasin, My dad was different from all of them. He was honset about
everything, and his emotions rules over him is some cases, and that caused him his life. He had
compassion even if he was a killer. I nodded and and started to rapidly blink. My hands jerked as I looked
down at the rug and sniffled. My little heart beated. I thought of him as a hero, but now the cruel reality
of his job rained upon me. Whenever he was away I waited for him even starving myself and looking at
my small windowsill. I looked up at him and as I opened my mouth I yelled: "No........You're not like
those killers! You're my dad! You're my hero......"
"Hero....I don't even deserve to be called 'dad'. Vincent, I just want you to live a normal life."
"That's boring!" I yelled with all my air in my lungs!
".........Fine, you're not going to believe me. It will bite back on you."
"Just don't become like me. Don't make my mistakes. It'll be a curse."
Dad walked out of my room as I stood up and then laid face down on my dad. I reached for my blanket
and put it over myself. The tears were still slowly flowing down to my cheek. I began to feel cold as I my
teeth gittered, and my hands were rubbing on my shoulders. From dad's speech my mind became
perplexed about how I viewed him and his job. Going on dangerous missions and exotic places. That's
just in the movies........
By: VPRufus
SOCOM8@hotmail.com
Chapter 1 Echo from the past
I was about twelve when I held my first gun. It's weight made my hand's wobble and it's silver coating
glimmering in the sun. It was my father's, and ironically he was a hitman of the Kessoku, the republic
that was set up before Shin-Ra even set foot in their offices. It was before that damned corporation burned
down the capital (Which is now Midgar), and killed everyone associated with it. I held it up in my room
on a hot afternoon day. My hands shaked as the sun gleamed from my window which bright as fire. My
eyes peered at a cardboard box laying in the middle of my bed. It was a small toilet paper that was labeled
'5 Pack'. My right pointer finger shaked as wagged my tongue out. The hammer was slowly tilting
forward as the barrel was slowly circling. Then, my hands shook as the recoil shook both of my hands,
and the large bang of the bullet taken my hearing and a silver bullet hit the box making a hole the size of
a baseball . A few seconds later , I looked back as brisk tapping footsteps were heard. I opened the door
threw the gun on the gray carpet.
"Vincent!" yelled a man with a mature low pitched voice.
The man came running the down to my room. His eye brows were raised and his eyes were closed. He
just shaved ,a mark was one the small hairs under his nose and chin. He was wearing a beige trenchcoat,
black slacks, and black business shoes polished to the fullest. He look straight at me. My dad's eyes peered
into my soul knowing that I was playing around with his gun.
"I was just playing........." I said in muffled voice.
"Playing?! You could've shot yourself!"
"-but I wanna be like you! "
When you're a kid. You seem to don't know that much about the world. You think everything was fun
and play, but now I know I was about to know why.
"......No...." my dad said as he picked up the pistol on the floor and turned the safety lock on.
"I think you wouldn't wanna be like me."
My father's name was Michael Valentine. He was a hitman as I was about a decade later, but he was one
for hire by anyone. From the Wutai Triad to the top government officials, he would disappear for a few
months and come back to visit. I was stunned on how he can support his small family of two kids. Me,
David and my mom. It was usually on and off. Money and sometimes no money. Some days, we had to
ear just pieces of bread and water to satisfy our hunger.
"It's an ugly job." he said.
"You wouldn't like it."
"-but why do you do it?" I asked.
".....For the money....... To support you, feed you, clothe you, and educate you. So you won't end up like
me."
"Huh? What do you mean end up?"
Father sat on my bed as I sat beside with him. I turned back at my window, and a slight wind made the
brances of the pine tree outside my house waving downwards hiding the sun's warmth and light. My
room's white walls became grey because of the shadow creeping over the bed, and most of the room.
I looked up at my dad who took a lighter out of his left pocket and a pack of cigs on the right. My father
was a heavy smoker. He took in the tobacco and inhaled it slowly. The ill smell of the butt surrounded my
room, and I coughed a bit because of the suffocating smoke.
"As in you'll be a man who will only have one thing he can do. Killing like a damn animal. You have to
live off of other people's misery....."
From my experience as an assasin, My dad was different from all of them. He was honset about
everything, and his emotions rules over him is some cases, and that caused him his life. He had
compassion even if he was a killer. I nodded and and started to rapidly blink. My hands jerked as I looked
down at the rug and sniffled. My little heart beated. I thought of him as a hero, but now the cruel reality
of his job rained upon me. Whenever he was away I waited for him even starving myself and looking at
my small windowsill. I looked up at him and as I opened my mouth I yelled: "No........You're not like
those killers! You're my dad! You're my hero......"
"Hero....I don't even deserve to be called 'dad'. Vincent, I just want you to live a normal life."
"That's boring!" I yelled with all my air in my lungs!
".........Fine, you're not going to believe me. It will bite back on you."
"Just don't become like me. Don't make my mistakes. It'll be a curse."
Dad walked out of my room as I stood up and then laid face down on my dad. I reached for my blanket
and put it over myself. The tears were still slowly flowing down to my cheek. I began to feel cold as I my
teeth gittered, and my hands were rubbing on my shoulders. From dad's speech my mind became
perplexed about how I viewed him and his job. Going on dangerous missions and exotic places. That's
just in the movies........