Summary: The day Lucrecia died.
Rating: PG-13, violence and language
Disclaimer: FF7 does not belong to me, it belongs to
Squaresoft, or 'I Remember', that's all Stabbing Westward.
Do you ever wonder where
We would be if we'd have tried
A little harder?
It seems like yesterday
That we were making plans
For the future
The Shinra Towers was a great building that stretched
toward the sky as though reaching for the very stars in space. Vincent
Valentine never looked up to the top of the glorious building, he never
needed to. Today, however, was different. He looked up threw the pouring
rain to focus on the very top of the building, all the way up to the blinking
red light high in the air. He stared at it as though it were the pinnacle
of his existence. It sucked him into a world of thought, its blink was
calming a soothing. His mind lost its balance in the rhythmic blink the
light gave off. A million miles away, his mind tried to piece together
what was left of his life.
But it's been so long
Since I have known the truth
These dreams we've left abandoned
He had not notice he was staring at it for so long
until Myra Sims tapped his shoulder with a finely red painted fingernail.
He turned to see her standing under an umbrella that kept her blue Turk
suit dry. Vincent looked down at his own suit, soaked with rain.
She was young, 22, with long, curly brown hair and soft hazel eyes. Vincent
could see her red lips curled into a smile trough the heavy rain.
And I'm haunted by your face
And the memory of your kisses
Sweet kisses
"Hell of a time to be lost in thought, Valentine,"
Myra yelled over the rain. Vincent numbly nodded his head and began to
walk into the building. The receptionist stared at the wet Turk as he stepped
threw the door into the lobby. Though she smiled warmly at Myra as she
closed her umbrella.
Do you remember?
I still remember so much
I remember never feeling so alive
Do you remember?
I still can't forget your touch
We swore that we would never end
We knew our love transcend space and time
"What time is it, Miss Crandle?" Vincent asked the young receptionist. He was a horrid sight to see for Miss Crandle. His short black hair was pasted to his pale white cheeks, his brown eyes dull and lifeless, his suit crumpled, his tie undone. Quickly, Miss Crandle looked away from the Turks and down at her watch to see the big hand on the eight and the small hand on the nine.
These memories slip away
The ghost of what we were
Is fading
"Nine forty, sir," She answered, looking back up at the pair. Vincent began to shuffle toward the stairs like a man sleepwalking, but Myra did not budge. For six years Myra has been Vincent's partner and she always knew when to leave him be. She watched him shuffle up the stairs, his receding back as he slouched against the railing. She loved him. God, how she loved him, but that didn't matter. He was in love with Lucrecia, who was married to local creepy scientist Hojo. It was a sorted state of affairs that Myra tried to stay out of. Somehow, Vincent managed to bring her into his troubles with Lucrecia and Hojo.
But there is no more pain
Which is funny 'cause that night
I was dying
I was dying
"Lucrecia?" Vincent called into the dark laboratory. He saw a quick movement in his peripheral vision just before the light gleamed to life. A beautiful women in a white lab coat and brown hair pulled up in a loose ponytail stood beside the light switch to Vincent's left. She had been the fast movement he had seen just before the lights had turned on, but how in the world could she have moved so fast? Surely it would be impossible. Without another thought, Vincent stepped into the room and turned to face her.
Now I don't even recognize
The girl I swore that someday
I would marry
"What's wrong?" Lucrecia asked. She swiftly moved
closer to him and stared directly into his eyes.
"Run away with me," Vincent answered. A confused
look appeared on her soft face.
"We've all ready been through this, Vincent. I
can't."
"Why?" Vincent asked, half shouting.
"Because I'm married, I have a son."
"Please, Lucrecia! You know as well as I do Hojo
is worthless."
"That may be so, but I love him, no matter what
anybody says."
"You know what he did to you, Lucrecia. You know
who Sephiroth's real mother is."
"I am his mother!" Lucrecia shouted before she
could stop herself, "I gave birth to him! He's my son!"
But I can't forget her face
And I can't forget her kisses
Sweet kisses
"You know just as well as I do that that isn't
true. He isn't your son! He is one of Hojo science experiments!" Vincent
yelled back. Lucrecia slapped him across his face before he could even
try to stop her. The slap hit dead center on his cheek and mouth.
"Never talk about him in that way!" Lucrecia turned
her back on him, but soon turned back with tears in her eyes, "Don't you
think I don't know that! That both he and I were experiments!"
"Shhh," Vincent said, pulling her into his tight
embrace. Her cries were muffled against his jacket as he soothed her.
"All I wanted was you. Everyday I pretend that
I'm your wife and he's our son. That none of this ever happened. That the
boy I gave birth to is my son."
"But none of that's true," Vincent spoke what
Lucrecia dare not say. The tears flowed freely now, down her soft cheeks
onto her shirt. Carefully, Vincent leaned down to kiss her softly on the
lips. A sudden jolt went threw Vincent's body and he soon realized it had
come from Lucrecia. He pulled away from her to see her blood on his shirt,
deep red and splattered. It wasn't until he looked to her that he saw a
bullet hole in her abdomen. The bullet had gone threw her and into him.
The blood on his shirt was not only hers, but his as well.
Do you remember?
I still remember so much
I remember always feeling so alive
Do you remember?
I still can't forget your touch
We swore that we would never end
We knew our love transcend space and time
"Pity I had to resort to this," a voice said from the door way. Hojo stood with a pistol hanging loosely in his hand down at his side. Vincent fell to his knees, still clutching Lucrecia in his arms. He stared at Hojo with glazed eyes, but soon returned them to look at his love. Her eyes sat closed, her lips slightly parted, but drawing in no breath. She was dead.
Do you remember?
I still remember so much
I remember never feeling so alive
"Oh, God, no. No, please, no," Vincent begged. Lucrecia still moved no muscle and the pain in his chest still throbbed. He didn't wake up like he wished to. This was no dream, this was cold, dark reality. Hojo managed a measly smile and stepped closer to the man clutching his wife. He brought the gun up level to Vincent's head. All the Turk did was look up into the eyes of the murderer and sighed with relief. He would soon join his beloved Lucrecia. He closed his eyes tight and waited, but nothing happened. No bang, no pain, no death. He opened his eyes to see Hojo deep in thought.
Do you remember?
I still can't forget your touch
Or how we swore that we would never be alone
"On the other hand," Hojo finally said, "A fate
worse than death is even better than sending you to hell."
"Send me to hell if you will. I'd rather die than
live without her. My angel," Vincent cried and planted his face onto Lucrecia's
shoulders. Hojo bent down and waited for Vincent to look at him.
Do you remember?
I still remember so much
I remember never feeling so alive
"Exactly my point, Valentine," Hojo said once he
got Vincent's attention, "Why would I send you to my wife and that partner
of yours?"
"Myra? You killed Myra?" Vincent asked. Hojo nodded
solemnly.
"And the receptionist and the night guard. All
to kill you."
Do you remember?
'Cause I still can't forget your touch
We swore that we would never end
We knew our love transcend space and time
"You mother fucker!" Vincent yelled. He lunged forward, letting Lucrecia drop to the floor with a soft thud. Vincent was easily overpowered by Hojo, who wasn't loosing any blood and didn't have a bullet in his chest. Hojo whispered something Vincent did not quite catch into his ear just before he hit the floor. Unconsciousness over powered Vincent as his head slammed harshly against the tiled floor.
Do you remember?
God, I remember so much
THE END
Author's Note: Okay, so this was going to be a series,
but then I got real busy with other stuff, so this is it. Sorry!
:)