Valentine: Chapter Seven:
He'd never paid much attention to his name. Not until a certain holiday had rolled around. However, it was just another day, nothing special. But this year, it was special, for the first time. He was in love.
Among the Turks, he was known as the most efficient, and the coldest. He'd risen quickly in the ranks, praised for any jobs he'd handled.
Vincent seemed to have a natural affinity with his weapon of choice, the pistol. He was a better marksman then most of the snipers the Turks had in their ranks, but some didn't think it was natural. They said that he wasn't human, or he'd been altered in some way. A few called him Death.
The man who shared a name with the Patron of love didn't have a heart. He'd believed them, even agreed - till he met her. His angel.
"As you know... Griever is a Guardian Force that seems to belong to Squall."
"That is true, yet it is also false. Griever is a force unto his own, choosing whom he will junction with. A power borne of the strongest force in nature, the power of human emotion. Given life by magic."
A pause. "I've never understood why Squall named his ring Griever. Even Squall was unable to tell me why."
"He will join those with strong emotions, even if seems to others that he or she - has none. But Griever is not only of our world, he is also part of another. A world we all believed was false, a fairy tale.
A world real to one of magic."
He never asked why he'd been the one to guard this project, although he found it boring as all hell. He was in the middle of nowhere, and he'd thought he'd left the small towns years ago. Not that he missed anyone at headquarters or anywhere for that matter. But, he'd become used to do something every night. Not guarding someone whom wouldn't let him down to where he worked. Vincent was fast, and quite alert when watching, but Flash Gordon he was not.
He'd never paid much attention to what was going on. (Ghast and Hojo were a bit too odd for him.) But once Lucrecia arrived, everything changed. He found himself wanting to be with her more and more often.
They often shared talks and evenings together. Vincent started to look forward to the times they would meet, ignoring Ghast and Hojo. He'd even begun to forget the real reason why he was there.
That was until he saw Hojo and her together. They were hugging, and he ran his fingers through her hair. She smiled up at him, and then he...
Vincent had run, unable to believe what he was seeing.
He was happy that she was happy, wasn't he? That's what he told himself for a week. Lucrecia didn't understand why Vincent had suddenly grown so distant. It stayed that way for a month, then Vincent found out she was pregnant, and what was going on.
Trying to talk her out of allowing Hojo to inject cells into her unborn child, perhaps his unborn child - fell short. She refused to listen to him. He pleased with her, all to no avail.
Then, a child had been born. Vincent heard the news from another in town, and rushed to the mansion. The one day he'd been away, she would give birth. The mansion was silent, still as a tomb. He found Lucrecia on the ground, and pleaded with her to stay alive for him.
It was too late, she whispered she loved him as her eyes closed one last time.
With a heavy heart, and murder on his mind, Vincent went down to the basement.
"Hojo!"
The scientist turned, a baby wrapped in a blue blanket lying upon one of the lab tables.
"What is it, Vincent? I'm busy."
"Lucrecia..."
"Lucrecia, what?"
"She's dead."
Hojo paused for a moment, then turned back to the child.
"Pity. But the child is alive, that's all that matters."
It seemed the basement had grown even colder, and Hojo paused again when he heard the 'click' of a hammer being drawn back. With a slight sigh, he turned around once more.
"Foolish Turk."
Vincent didn't even get to shoot, as he felt something pierce his left side, a sudden sharp pain. He felt himself falling, as the colors around him began to swirl.
"Lucrecia..."
"Yes, Vincent?"
"I am so sorry... I wanted to..."
"It is alright, Vincent. You will be helped. We have decided..."
"We...?"
Darkness, then light, darkness again. Light. Shapes. People. No, not people. A thing. Big. Wings. Monster... No, it had a cat like face...
"Are you grieving right now, Vincent? Are you sad, are you hurt?"
Choruses of child like voices around him. Filling his emotions. He was hurt, he was angry. He wanted revenge.
"Grieving." He repeated.
"Make them grieve, Vincent. Make them bleed."
--
Happy Birthday, Pixie!
(ps, if I have seriously screwed over Vincent, let me know, and I will fix this chapter. As I said before, I really haven't played the game.. so...)
Disclaimers: I own no one.
:Hands Pix her b-day gift. A large black cake with blood red icing. In fact, she has to wheel the thing in. Hands her a boom box with some 'music' in it.:
Hit play, and you'll be surprised by something inside! ^^ :will allow Pix's mind to take that to where-ever she wants. ^^v)
He'd never paid much attention to his name. Not until a certain holiday had rolled around. However, it was just another day, nothing special. But this year, it was special, for the first time. He was in love.
Among the Turks, he was known as the most efficient, and the coldest. He'd risen quickly in the ranks, praised for any jobs he'd handled.
Vincent seemed to have a natural affinity with his weapon of choice, the pistol. He was a better marksman then most of the snipers the Turks had in their ranks, but some didn't think it was natural. They said that he wasn't human, or he'd been altered in some way. A few called him Death.
The man who shared a name with the Patron of love didn't have a heart. He'd believed them, even agreed - till he met her. His angel.
"As you know... Griever is a Guardian Force that seems to belong to Squall."
"That is true, yet it is also false. Griever is a force unto his own, choosing whom he will junction with. A power borne of the strongest force in nature, the power of human emotion. Given life by magic."
A pause. "I've never understood why Squall named his ring Griever. Even Squall was unable to tell me why."
"He will join those with strong emotions, even if seems to others that he or she - has none. But Griever is not only of our world, he is also part of another. A world we all believed was false, a fairy tale.
A world real to one of magic."
He never asked why he'd been the one to guard this project, although he found it boring as all hell. He was in the middle of nowhere, and he'd thought he'd left the small towns years ago. Not that he missed anyone at headquarters or anywhere for that matter. But, he'd become used to do something every night. Not guarding someone whom wouldn't let him down to where he worked. Vincent was fast, and quite alert when watching, but Flash Gordon he was not.
He'd never paid much attention to what was going on. (Ghast and Hojo were a bit too odd for him.) But once Lucrecia arrived, everything changed. He found himself wanting to be with her more and more often.
They often shared talks and evenings together. Vincent started to look forward to the times they would meet, ignoring Ghast and Hojo. He'd even begun to forget the real reason why he was there.
That was until he saw Hojo and her together. They were hugging, and he ran his fingers through her hair. She smiled up at him, and then he...
Vincent had run, unable to believe what he was seeing.
He was happy that she was happy, wasn't he? That's what he told himself for a week. Lucrecia didn't understand why Vincent had suddenly grown so distant. It stayed that way for a month, then Vincent found out she was pregnant, and what was going on.
Trying to talk her out of allowing Hojo to inject cells into her unborn child, perhaps his unborn child - fell short. She refused to listen to him. He pleased with her, all to no avail.
Then, a child had been born. Vincent heard the news from another in town, and rushed to the mansion. The one day he'd been away, she would give birth. The mansion was silent, still as a tomb. He found Lucrecia on the ground, and pleaded with her to stay alive for him.
It was too late, she whispered she loved him as her eyes closed one last time.
With a heavy heart, and murder on his mind, Vincent went down to the basement.
"Hojo!"
The scientist turned, a baby wrapped in a blue blanket lying upon one of the lab tables.
"What is it, Vincent? I'm busy."
"Lucrecia..."
"Lucrecia, what?"
"She's dead."
Hojo paused for a moment, then turned back to the child.
"Pity. But the child is alive, that's all that matters."
It seemed the basement had grown even colder, and Hojo paused again when he heard the 'click' of a hammer being drawn back. With a slight sigh, he turned around once more.
"Foolish Turk."
Vincent didn't even get to shoot, as he felt something pierce his left side, a sudden sharp pain. He felt himself falling, as the colors around him began to swirl.
"Lucrecia..."
"Yes, Vincent?"
"I am so sorry... I wanted to..."
"It is alright, Vincent. You will be helped. We have decided..."
"We...?"
Darkness, then light, darkness again. Light. Shapes. People. No, not people. A thing. Big. Wings. Monster... No, it had a cat like face...
"Are you grieving right now, Vincent? Are you sad, are you hurt?"
Choruses of child like voices around him. Filling his emotions. He was hurt, he was angry. He wanted revenge.
"Grieving." He repeated.
"Make them grieve, Vincent. Make them bleed."
--
Happy Birthday, Pixie!
(ps, if I have seriously screwed over Vincent, let me know, and I will fix this chapter. As I said before, I really haven't played the game.. so...)
Disclaimers: I own no one.
:Hands Pix her b-day gift. A large black cake with blood red icing. In fact, she has to wheel the thing in. Hands her a boom box with some 'music' in it.:
Hit play, and you'll be surprised by something inside! ^^ :will allow Pix's mind to take that to where-ever she wants. ^^v)