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Yuffie stormed up the walk way, the snow crunching beneath her boots. This couldn't be happening; it was just too dangerous of a thought to process.
'Damn you Damnation!' She growled inwardly as she approached a sharp edge. Vincent held out a hand as she was crawling around the ledge. Swiftly, with well-practiced and nimble feet she turned and let go of Vincent's hand so he could step beside her.
In a split moment her vision shifted, the angle changing, the colors replaced with additional senses. She could smell the snow and rocks.
'What's going on? Damnation?'
'…I DON'T KNOW… AAARRRRAAUUUGGGGGHHHHHHH!' Damnation let out a pain filled scream of agony.
Immediately an intense throb started in her veins, growing sharper and sharper. In her agony Yuffie screamed. Suddenly her skin stretched, ripping and molding, her muscles bulging and straining. The size of her hands doubled, fingers shrinking into two digit stubs with long lethal claws protruding blood dripping from the torn skin.
As the scream echoed down the mountain the new beast stretched its jaws and released a primitive roar, signaling its presence and warning of her dominance.
Damnation's first agonized scream rang painfully through Chaos's mind.
'V-VINCENT…SOMETHING IS VERY WRONG'
At that moment both the blood curling scream and the evil signal rang down the mountain side as Vincent struggled, clinging to the mountainside, as he fought Chaos, forcing him away from transforming. It was a losing battle for giant leathery wings erupted from his back. Hissing back from the familiar pain he sunk his claw viciously into the mountain cliff.
'Chaos! Not now!'
'AARRRAAAUUUGHHHH!' Chaos called as the transformation continued, claws ripping from Vincent's pale fingers. The skin on his hand slowly turned from fine pale white to lavender and then to a dark violent purple. Through the pain he could only scream one word before the demon took over. "YUFFIE!"
Two demons stood evilly on a mountain bluff, their wings hanging wide; Evil eyes glaring a malicious red. Swiftly the two monsters swiftly dived of the bluffs; the icy winds unfelt due to thick skins, Fear un-associated for in mere seconds their bodies lifted up, barely a foot away from what surely would have been a cold, arctic grave.
Wide reptilian wings soared as they narrowly dodged the trees of the local forest. Just as fast as they arrived they stopped before a large tree. Nodding they started towards the trees, placing their scaled hands along it's trunk they felt a pulse.
'FREE ME, MY FRIENDS.'
Razor sharp claws sunk into the trees thin bark, roughly they sliced away at the bark revealing a secret, and a glowing green light and a dark green glass like stone. And in it's heart lay….
Yuffie moaned and sat up, her shredded sweater hanging in strips around her shoulders. Fortunately, her jeans and tank top were in relatively usable condition. "Vince?"
'What happened? Where am I? Where's Vince?'
'I DON'T KNOW.' Damnation said slowly.
Yuffie gazed across the grassy plain where she saw a dark lump.
"Vincent? Vincent! Oh my god, Vincent!" She yelled terrified.
With adrenaline fueled speed she scrambled across the grass towards the dark pile. As she approached she realized that he was crumpled on his stomach. Stiffly she shoved him onto his back. His face was pale with rapidly disappearing bruises.
Gasping she shook her head, hoping in vain that it was somehow just a dream.
"Vincent Victor Valentine, you wake up this instant! If you die, I swear by all that's holy, that I'll kill you and never speak to you again." She said, her voice trembling with worry.
'OH YEAH, THAT MADE A HELL OF A LOT OF SENSE…NOT!' Damnation chided.
Moments passed and still Vincent lay crumpled on the ground. His pale arm hung across his chest, she dreaded reaching over and checking. What would she do if that wrist were missing that vital thumping beat? Tears welled up in her eyes at the very thought, blurring her vision. Kneeling before him she looked down at the hand in front of her, not wanting to touch it, not attempting to check.
Yuffie stared down at the still body before her; worry turned to panic and fear. Soon a rage was added to this mixing pot and a stormy blend of emotions over took her. In her stage of emotional distress she started to angrily pound on his chest with all of her might, tears of mixed emotions welled in her eyes and poured down her cheeks. While in midst of her frenzy, a pale hand grabbed her flailing fists. Gently she broke into heartfelt sobs. He let go of her fists and she collapsed into his arms.
Vincent had opened his eyes to a furious beating on his chest, looking at his attacker he saw Yuffie, tear flooded and in an emotional typhoon. Swiftly he grabbed her pounding fists; she then let out heart wrenching sobs. He could feel her completely break in her emotions. Letting go of her, she slid into his arms. Watching the pure agony on her face as she cried into his shoulder made him feel a deep un-pending ache in his chest. Slipping his hand in her hair and holding her tight as he gently rocked her back and forth.
"Shh… What's wrong?" He whispered with concern.
"I-I w-woke" she stopped and tried to conduct her-self. "I woke in the field, I don't know I got here or where here is, and my clothes are all messed up, like something rough happened. And then I saw you in heap over here. Vincent, I, I thought you were dead." With this a few more tears rolled.
Untangling his hand from her hair he brought it to her face and gently wiped the tears away. "Shh. See. I'm alive. It's ok." He said softly.
The rocking and soft words were steadily soothing her. Weakened and tired she rested her head on his shoulder again, breathing in the scent of faded lavender, a scent she had learned, that came from the gun cleaner that he used so often. She felt his arm wrap around her, pulling her into a sweet embrace. Wearily she closed her eyes and started taking deep even breaths.
She was asleep. He knew this because she just snored softly. Bringing his claw to his waist he drew the Death Penalty. Narrowing his eyes at the shining weapon he frowned. It was the last gift from his 'beloved' Lucrecia.
How blind he had been! Only now did he see it. Yuffie held a love so strong that nothing would tear them apart. The very thought of his death had sent her into a panic that left her exhausted both physically and emotionally.
Lucrecia had never held any true love for him. She had used him, in the worst possible way. Cunningly she had stolen everything from him. First his love, his humanity and then 40 years of his life. Locked away in a coffin, he had later deemed his own prison in which he felt that his crime was failing Lucrecia.
With that thought on his mind a vial emotion of resentment rose in him.
That was wrong. He had never failed Lucrecia. The only person he had failed was himself. And then she had asked him to kill her son, the demented Sephiroth. Chaining him to the deed with a pull of his strings. She made him feel guilty, evil even. Then she handed him the means of destruction, a vile that would awaken the Chaos cells and a gun, the Death Penalty.
This vial thing had been the payment for his suffering, his endless hell? Not good enough!
Careful not to awaken the sleeping woman next to him, he brought his arm up and pulled the clip from the but of the gun. Packing the clip in his pocket he looked at the gun, sure it had some serious firepower. But was it really worth holding onto?
With a look at the sleeping figure beside him he knew the answer straight away. Hell no. Grasping the gun by the barrel he squeezed with the claw causing the barrel to cave in, becoming useless in the action. With a mighty heave he sent the useless hunk of metal out into the field were it hit, embedding itself into the ground.
It felt like a great weight had been removed from his shoulders. Breathing in slowly he got used to the feeling of being a free man. Of being able to live the rest of his life without remorse, and with the beautiful woman beside him.
A serene smile filled his lips and he pulled his cape over them like a blanket. Soon, he to fell into a quite slumber.
She stood outside the field in front of the mangled Death Penalty. He had let go. She had no more power over him. With a sigh of disappointment she bent down and retrieved the metal carefully. Holding it in her hands she closed her eyes.
"Good bye, Vincent." She said. The gun started to loose what little of its original shape it still had and began to crumble into grain sized pieces. Lucrecia watched as it turned into shining sand. With a faint grin she blew it out of her palm. Turning around she started to head back to the waterfall she haunted. A few paces away she stopped and looked back at the two sleeping lovers.
"You be good to her. She really does deserve you." She whispered and continued on her way, unseen.
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Well that's the end for chapter VI. Good grief, that was a pretty long chapter, no? Don't forget to reply!
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Yuffie stormed up the walk way, the snow crunching beneath her boots. This couldn't be happening; it was just too dangerous of a thought to process.
'Damn you Damnation!' She growled inwardly as she approached a sharp edge. Vincent held out a hand as she was crawling around the ledge. Swiftly, with well-practiced and nimble feet she turned and let go of Vincent's hand so he could step beside her.
In a split moment her vision shifted, the angle changing, the colors replaced with additional senses. She could smell the snow and rocks.
'What's going on? Damnation?'
'…I DON'T KNOW… AAARRRRAAUUUGGGGGHHHHHHH!' Damnation let out a pain filled scream of agony.
Immediately an intense throb started in her veins, growing sharper and sharper. In her agony Yuffie screamed. Suddenly her skin stretched, ripping and molding, her muscles bulging and straining. The size of her hands doubled, fingers shrinking into two digit stubs with long lethal claws protruding blood dripping from the torn skin.
As the scream echoed down the mountain the new beast stretched its jaws and released a primitive roar, signaling its presence and warning of her dominance.
Damnation's first agonized scream rang painfully through Chaos's mind.
'V-VINCENT…SOMETHING IS VERY WRONG'
At that moment both the blood curling scream and the evil signal rang down the mountain side as Vincent struggled, clinging to the mountainside, as he fought Chaos, forcing him away from transforming. It was a losing battle for giant leathery wings erupted from his back. Hissing back from the familiar pain he sunk his claw viciously into the mountain cliff.
'Chaos! Not now!'
'AARRRAAAUUUGHHHH!' Chaos called as the transformation continued, claws ripping from Vincent's pale fingers. The skin on his hand slowly turned from fine pale white to lavender and then to a dark violent purple. Through the pain he could only scream one word before the demon took over. "YUFFIE!"
Two demons stood evilly on a mountain bluff, their wings hanging wide; Evil eyes glaring a malicious red. Swiftly the two monsters swiftly dived of the bluffs; the icy winds unfelt due to thick skins, Fear un-associated for in mere seconds their bodies lifted up, barely a foot away from what surely would have been a cold, arctic grave.
Wide reptilian wings soared as they narrowly dodged the trees of the local forest. Just as fast as they arrived they stopped before a large tree. Nodding they started towards the trees, placing their scaled hands along it's trunk they felt a pulse.
'FREE ME, MY FRIENDS.'
Razor sharp claws sunk into the trees thin bark, roughly they sliced away at the bark revealing a secret, and a glowing green light and a dark green glass like stone. And in it's heart lay….
Yuffie moaned and sat up, her shredded sweater hanging in strips around her shoulders. Fortunately, her jeans and tank top were in relatively usable condition. "Vince?"
'What happened? Where am I? Where's Vince?'
'I DON'T KNOW.' Damnation said slowly.
Yuffie gazed across the grassy plain where she saw a dark lump.
"Vincent? Vincent! Oh my god, Vincent!" She yelled terrified.
With adrenaline fueled speed she scrambled across the grass towards the dark pile. As she approached she realized that he was crumpled on his stomach. Stiffly she shoved him onto his back. His face was pale with rapidly disappearing bruises.
Gasping she shook her head, hoping in vain that it was somehow just a dream.
"Vincent Victor Valentine, you wake up this instant! If you die, I swear by all that's holy, that I'll kill you and never speak to you again." She said, her voice trembling with worry.
'OH YEAH, THAT MADE A HELL OF A LOT OF SENSE…NOT!' Damnation chided.
Moments passed and still Vincent lay crumpled on the ground. His pale arm hung across his chest, she dreaded reaching over and checking. What would she do if that wrist were missing that vital thumping beat? Tears welled up in her eyes at the very thought, blurring her vision. Kneeling before him she looked down at the hand in front of her, not wanting to touch it, not attempting to check.
Yuffie stared down at the still body before her; worry turned to panic and fear. Soon a rage was added to this mixing pot and a stormy blend of emotions over took her. In her stage of emotional distress she started to angrily pound on his chest with all of her might, tears of mixed emotions welled in her eyes and poured down her cheeks. While in midst of her frenzy, a pale hand grabbed her flailing fists. Gently she broke into heartfelt sobs. He let go of her fists and she collapsed into his arms.
Vincent had opened his eyes to a furious beating on his chest, looking at his attacker he saw Yuffie, tear flooded and in an emotional typhoon. Swiftly he grabbed her pounding fists; she then let out heart wrenching sobs. He could feel her completely break in her emotions. Letting go of her, she slid into his arms. Watching the pure agony on her face as she cried into his shoulder made him feel a deep un-pending ache in his chest. Slipping his hand in her hair and holding her tight as he gently rocked her back and forth.
"Shh… What's wrong?" He whispered with concern.
"I-I w-woke" she stopped and tried to conduct her-self. "I woke in the field, I don't know I got here or where here is, and my clothes are all messed up, like something rough happened. And then I saw you in heap over here. Vincent, I, I thought you were dead." With this a few more tears rolled.
Untangling his hand from her hair he brought it to her face and gently wiped the tears away. "Shh. See. I'm alive. It's ok." He said softly.
The rocking and soft words were steadily soothing her. Weakened and tired she rested her head on his shoulder again, breathing in the scent of faded lavender, a scent she had learned, that came from the gun cleaner that he used so often. She felt his arm wrap around her, pulling her into a sweet embrace. Wearily she closed her eyes and started taking deep even breaths.
She was asleep. He knew this because she just snored softly. Bringing his claw to his waist he drew the Death Penalty. Narrowing his eyes at the shining weapon he frowned. It was the last gift from his 'beloved' Lucrecia.
How blind he had been! Only now did he see it. Yuffie held a love so strong that nothing would tear them apart. The very thought of his death had sent her into a panic that left her exhausted both physically and emotionally.
Lucrecia had never held any true love for him. She had used him, in the worst possible way. Cunningly she had stolen everything from him. First his love, his humanity and then 40 years of his life. Locked away in a coffin, he had later deemed his own prison in which he felt that his crime was failing Lucrecia.
With that thought on his mind a vial emotion of resentment rose in him.
That was wrong. He had never failed Lucrecia. The only person he had failed was himself. And then she had asked him to kill her son, the demented Sephiroth. Chaining him to the deed with a pull of his strings. She made him feel guilty, evil even. Then she handed him the means of destruction, a vile that would awaken the Chaos cells and a gun, the Death Penalty.
This vial thing had been the payment for his suffering, his endless hell? Not good enough!
Careful not to awaken the sleeping woman next to him, he brought his arm up and pulled the clip from the but of the gun. Packing the clip in his pocket he looked at the gun, sure it had some serious firepower. But was it really worth holding onto?
With a look at the sleeping figure beside him he knew the answer straight away. Hell no. Grasping the gun by the barrel he squeezed with the claw causing the barrel to cave in, becoming useless in the action. With a mighty heave he sent the useless hunk of metal out into the field were it hit, embedding itself into the ground.
It felt like a great weight had been removed from his shoulders. Breathing in slowly he got used to the feeling of being a free man. Of being able to live the rest of his life without remorse, and with the beautiful woman beside him.
A serene smile filled his lips and he pulled his cape over them like a blanket. Soon, he to fell into a quite slumber.
She stood outside the field in front of the mangled Death Penalty. He had let go. She had no more power over him. With a sigh of disappointment she bent down and retrieved the metal carefully. Holding it in her hands she closed her eyes.
"Good bye, Vincent." She said. The gun started to loose what little of its original shape it still had and began to crumble into grain sized pieces. Lucrecia watched as it turned into shining sand. With a faint grin she blew it out of her palm. Turning around she started to head back to the waterfall she haunted. A few paces away she stopped and looked back at the two sleeping lovers.
"You be good to her. She really does deserve you." She whispered and continued on her way, unseen.
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Well that's the end for chapter VI. Good grief, that was a pretty long chapter, no? Don't forget to reply!