Disclaimer: If I owned FF7, I would have a yacht, a mansion, and a load full of useless toys. As it is, I don't. So don't sue me, please.
AN:This is my first FF7 fic, so please, please tell me the truth. And I really hope this idea hasn't been done before, and if it has, I hope I don't anger the person who did it originally. Also, any type of review is nice, as long as it's constructive.
A Means to an End
Reliving every sin in ones dreams can be hell for some. Insanity for others. And yet, for Vincent Valentine, they had been his life for the last six years.
His choice to sleep for his sins and be tormented by his nightmares was his. He knew that he deserved to feel the pain of each moment of his failure. Such was his suprise, when everything went black and only he was standing in his dream world.
Vincent looked about the emptiness impassively, awaiting whatever new torture that his mind had produced.
"Such a strange existence you have chosen for yourself, Vincent."
He stiffened for a moment. That voice. The voice of the woman of his dreams, the one he betrayed. "Lucrecia..." As he turned and beheld her, he was again surprised.
She was a ghost.
"You seem to be at a loss to why I am here, Vincent."
Vincent shook his head and put his hand through his hair. "I imagine that, in a few moments, you are going to decompose or become something amazingly hideous and then torment me. Such as I deserve."
Lucrecia tilted her head and smiled, slightly. "I would never torment you, my dear Vincent."
"Then why have you disturbed my punishment?"
Lucrecia's smile faded. "Punishment? I believe after what Hojo did to you, that you would think that punishment enough."
"For what happened to you..." Vincent broke his gave from Lucrecia, taking it back to the darkness. "I failed you. If I burned in Hell, I would not think the punishment was enough." Lucrecia suddenly appeared in Vincent's line of sight, locking her eyes to his blood colored orbs.
"If such is the way you feel, then I have a way for you to redeem yourself." Vincent simply stared at the ethereal vision in front of him.
Lucrecia sighed, "It involves my son, my Sephiroth. I hear his pain, Vincent. I hear his cries as Hojo and those beasts do their cursed experiments on him."
"He is Hojo's son. It is not my concern." Vincent crossed his arms against his chest.
Lucrecia's eyes narrowed. "Make it your concern, Vincent. Go to Midgar, get my son out of Hojo's lab. Otherwise I will damn you myself."
In the blink of a crimson eye, Lucrecia was gone. A sudden pain struck Vincent's head. It was the lid of his coffin. "She forced me awake," shock in his voice.
Vincent rose out of his coffin and glanced about the room. Everything was the way it was when he left it. Even the corpses of those who were supposed to be his comrades.
A wave of anger rose through him as he remembered his own betrayal. The shot tore through his arm. His eyes had locked on Hojo. Vincent had smiled at him. The gun that Hojo had used only had one shot.
Even with his arm impaired, he was more than a match for Hojo. Vincent raged at him, wrapping his hands around his neck, strangling him. Then he felt others arms, the rest of the team that was assigned to protect the scientists.
They pummeled and beat him down. The last thing he heard before he was turned into his current state was "Strap him to the table."
Vincent held his left arm in front of his eyes. It had torn the hearts out of those who had betrayed him. And they had suffered for a long time before he had decided to even do that. And now, he had a chance at Hojo.
"Sephiroth, all you are is a means to an end," Vincent hissed as he left the mansion, "...a means to an end."
AN:This is my first FF7 fic, so please, please tell me the truth. And I really hope this idea hasn't been done before, and if it has, I hope I don't anger the person who did it originally. Also, any type of review is nice, as long as it's constructive.
A Means to an End
Reliving every sin in ones dreams can be hell for some. Insanity for others. And yet, for Vincent Valentine, they had been his life for the last six years.
His choice to sleep for his sins and be tormented by his nightmares was his. He knew that he deserved to feel the pain of each moment of his failure. Such was his suprise, when everything went black and only he was standing in his dream world.
Vincent looked about the emptiness impassively, awaiting whatever new torture that his mind had produced.
"Such a strange existence you have chosen for yourself, Vincent."
He stiffened for a moment. That voice. The voice of the woman of his dreams, the one he betrayed. "Lucrecia..." As he turned and beheld her, he was again surprised.
She was a ghost.
"You seem to be at a loss to why I am here, Vincent."
Vincent shook his head and put his hand through his hair. "I imagine that, in a few moments, you are going to decompose or become something amazingly hideous and then torment me. Such as I deserve."
Lucrecia tilted her head and smiled, slightly. "I would never torment you, my dear Vincent."
"Then why have you disturbed my punishment?"
Lucrecia's smile faded. "Punishment? I believe after what Hojo did to you, that you would think that punishment enough."
"For what happened to you..." Vincent broke his gave from Lucrecia, taking it back to the darkness. "I failed you. If I burned in Hell, I would not think the punishment was enough." Lucrecia suddenly appeared in Vincent's line of sight, locking her eyes to his blood colored orbs.
"If such is the way you feel, then I have a way for you to redeem yourself." Vincent simply stared at the ethereal vision in front of him.
Lucrecia sighed, "It involves my son, my Sephiroth. I hear his pain, Vincent. I hear his cries as Hojo and those beasts do their cursed experiments on him."
"He is Hojo's son. It is not my concern." Vincent crossed his arms against his chest.
Lucrecia's eyes narrowed. "Make it your concern, Vincent. Go to Midgar, get my son out of Hojo's lab. Otherwise I will damn you myself."
In the blink of a crimson eye, Lucrecia was gone. A sudden pain struck Vincent's head. It was the lid of his coffin. "She forced me awake," shock in his voice.
Vincent rose out of his coffin and glanced about the room. Everything was the way it was when he left it. Even the corpses of those who were supposed to be his comrades.
A wave of anger rose through him as he remembered his own betrayal. The shot tore through his arm. His eyes had locked on Hojo. Vincent had smiled at him. The gun that Hojo had used only had one shot.
Even with his arm impaired, he was more than a match for Hojo. Vincent raged at him, wrapping his hands around his neck, strangling him. Then he felt others arms, the rest of the team that was assigned to protect the scientists.
They pummeled and beat him down. The last thing he heard before he was turned into his current state was "Strap him to the table."
Vincent held his left arm in front of his eyes. It had torn the hearts out of those who had betrayed him. And they had suffered for a long time before he had decided to even do that. And now, he had a chance at Hojo.
"Sephiroth, all you are is a means to an end," Vincent hissed as he left the mansion, "...a means to an end."