Part IV: My Pleasure
Because I felt like it, here's part IV. In advance, this one is going to be a LOT more heavy than the other chapters, so you have been warned. And please, the more people you tell about this, the better. I like reviews. This will probably be the last chapter before I start my next thing. Expect that to be like this, only with even darker undertones.
When Cloud awoke again, he saw a figure standing over the fireplace.
"V-Vincent? Are you still here?"
"Vincent?" whispered a soft voice. "Vincent was never here."
"W-what?" said Cloud, rubbing his eyes and slowly sitting up. "Then, who are you?"
"Who am I? Ha ha, how ironic." the figure, still draped in shadow said, walking slowly toward in bed in which Cloud was lying on. "Sit back and relax."
Lulled by the soft voice, Cloud slowly laid his head back on his pillow, and fell asleep once again.
"Ha ha." cackled the voice softly. "If only you knew just who I am..."
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Slowly, Vincent opened the door of the storeroom, and stepped back behind the counter of the main lobby. Slipping his way out from behind the counter, he left the quiet of the Inn and stepped outside into the still-raging blizzard. He cocked his Winchester and held it ready beside him, awaiting something. Following the low sounds that rang in his ears, he found his way to behind one of the buildings. Heading to the side, he put his back to the wall and raised his gun, slowly shifting along the sides of the building. Slowly, as he came closer to the sounds, he readied himself, and spun around the corner, where he saw a sight that genuinely surprised him.
Lying in the snow in front of him were the naked bodies of Yuffie and Tifa. Vincent tried to say something, but as his body had stiffened from the rigors of death, his voice came out as a hoarse whisper.
"V-Vincent?" asked the shivering Tifa. Yuffie was still kissing her, roaming her.
Again, Vincent could only whisper.
"Y-Yuffie..." said Tifa, who slowly stood up. "We have to leave, now!"
Yuffie shivered. "No...please..."
"Now! We must run!" yelled Tifa, who hoisted Yuffie up and began to sprint away.
Quickly, Yuffie ran after her. "Please don't leave me, Tifa!" she yelled, charging after her.
Vincent's eyes narrowed. He aimed his Winchester at the fleeting figures, who darted around the corner of a building. He chased them as fast as he could, and fired two rounds.
"Ugh!" grunted Tifa. A red splatter covered the white snow, and Tifa toppled. Yuffie stopped in her tracks.
"Tifa!" she cried, getting to her knees at the head of Tifa. Tifa slowly lifted her head, and with the last ounce of her energy, began to lick Yuffie, ever so slightly. And then...it was over. Yuffie, stricken by another shot from Vincent, keeled over and died, in the arms of Tifa.
It wasn't long before Vincent shot himself.
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Cloud lifted himself from his bed, but inside he was empty like he was missing something. Nakedly, he walked to the door and opened it. Stepping out, he felt a spear being thrust into his chest. With eyes open, he fell over, dead.
The bearer of the spear, and killer of Cloud and Vincent is
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