"What the fuck!" The bald muscle-bound man in a white tank top shouted in a
rude manner. The bald man peered around him, and looked back at the clerk.
"Tell me where the fuck the freak who checked in here is!"
"Sir Can you please calm down, you are scaring the customers." The clerk gestured with his hands while he spoke, and fixed his glasses back on his nose.
'Fuck your customers! I want- you know what, forget it. I'm gonna break down every piece of shit door in this piece of shit inn until I find the freak who fucked with my son!" The man walked up to the first door on the right, and prepared to kick it down, ignoring the pleas of the man who owned the inn.
Right before he kicked the door open, someone spoke from behind him.
'That is not necessary." Vincent spoke behind the man.
Without hesitation the angry bald man turned around swiftly with a swing from his right. Vincent smoothly raised his left hand and caught the punch. "Can you please just leave?" Asked Vincent calmly
"Fuck you!" The man now swung with his left hand. Vincent raised his idle hand and caught the other punch. Now Vincent is holding both of the muscular man's fists.
"Must this continue?" Vincent asked without ever blinking.
"Suck my dick freak!" The raised his knee to his stomach, and stabbed a kick forward with his right foot.
Vincent swiftly let go of the fists, and moved to the side. As the man swung into Vincent's cape, Vincent grabbed to ends of his cape and wrapped it quickly around the kicking leg. Immediately, Vincent pulled his cape further from the now frustrated man causing him to lose his balance and fall on his back. "Can you please just return to your son. I meant no harm, I just want to rest. I will leave the town shortly."
"Son of bitch, you think I'm that easy." The man used his free leg to kick Vincent in the stomach. Vincent staggered back a few steps, and stood upright after only a moment. "Tough guy eh?" He stood up. "That's it!" The man charged forward with a punch. Vincent stood his ground, as the bald man came closer. Within a second, Vincent grabbed the arm attempting the punch, and swiftly raised his other arm in at shoulder height horizontally. Vincent pulled the man to him, and clothes lined the bald man sending him backward to the ground. Spit flew in the air and landed on the wooden floor of the tavern. All everyone heard was the pound of Vincent's hit, and the thud when the man dropped to the ground. "I'm going to sleep now. You should go back to your son." Vincent looked down at the man and turned to the clerk. "Forgive me for the fighting." Vincent pulled out some gill out of his pocket, and left it on the counter as compensation for the fight.
Vincent turned to his room and walked inside it, shutting his door.
Hours passed as Vincent stared at the ceiling. Yet again no rest, he thought. Vincent can't remember the last time he has actually rested. He could only think about the years he spent just staring in the darkness of that coffin. The thought left him to shudder. He couldn't understand why he remained there, but at the same time he did. He did not want to roam the world after all his sins. But why? He thought. Why did he just remain in the darkness? He exiled himself to that coffin. He would not leave it, yet he would not rest. His curse of memories plagued his entire being when he had time to himself. Yet he did not want to endanger others.
How could someone live a life, if one could even call it that, not being able to completely tell the difference of what reality he or she is in? It took great lengths of conditioning for Vincent to understand one of his curses. Any memory that he bothers to remember, would become his reality. For every time he remembers his father, Vincent would be sent into an alternate reality not of one he was previously in, and be sent to the memory of his father. Vincent coped with the curses he has been given for his ultimate sins against humanity, and now he must pay for them.
Vincent stood up from the bed and fixed the comforters. He left the room, shutting the door behind him. As he walked up to the desk, the clerk took a step back in fear of the dark caped man.
"G- good night r- rest?" He paused, and attempted to compose himself. "S- sir?"
Vincent remained quiet and pulled out his gil pouch. "How much?"
"T- two-hundred and fifty-. " The owner nervously stopped thinking he made to high of a request from such a dangerous looking man.
"Fair enough." Vincent pulled out the desired gil and paid the owner.
"Thank you sir. And have a good-" The man felt interrupted, as Vincent turned around and walked away. "Take care!" He decided to say bye anyway.
"Same to you." Vincent spoke, as he walked out the door.
Vincent walked down the square in broad daylight. The sun's rays poured their heat through his dark clothing. He narrowed his eyes to a man selling materia at his little table. Vincent walked up to the materia table and looked around.
"We have a sale today sir! Take it now while you still can. We have everything you want!" A big plump dark man spoke under all his dreads. He tried not to sound like he was being insulting to the fact that Vincent didn't look exactly like a person you would want around.
"Do you have barrier?" Vincent left most of his materia with the others.
"Uh, nope." The man looked down, and back up. "But I'm sure we have everything else you want!" The fat man practically danced around.
"Do you have any time materia?" Vincent felt like he might need this one for later.
"Well, you see ah. No" The man repeated his process from before, including the dance.
"Okay, something simple. Do you have restore materia?" Vincent is already getting annoyed.
"Sorry, sir." The man's fat dance came to a halt.
"I thought you said you had everything." Vincent spoke smoothly.
The man just shrugged his arms. "Okay, okay, we have these three only. Fire, Lighting and Ice.
"No thank you. I have all of them mastered already." Vincent pointed to his armlet showing two materias.
"And the other?" The man asked curiously.
"On my gun." Vincent turned around and walked in the direction of leaving town.
"G- Gun?" The fat man danced around as another customer approached. "We have a sale today sir! Take it now while you still can. We have everything you want!"
Vincent looked at the kids from yesterday playing soccer. They kicked the ball towards his direction, and hit him on the leg.
"Look! It's the monster guy from yesterday!" Spoke the child Vincent tried to help yesterday. "Let's get out of here!" The child and his two other buddies ran towards the beach and down the steps, out of his sight.
Vincent actually felt a little hurt.
Why doesn't any one understand? I'm not after them or anything. I'm just passing by. I'm not trying to cause any trouble. Why can't people just leave me alone? Once I'm done with my mission I'm going back to my coffin. Then no one would ever bother me again.
Vincent ran his hand through the top portion of his hair, and looked around at the people staring at him. He knew it is time to leave. So he did.
Vincent nearly made it to the exit, but noticed his path is blocked by a few men. Vincent looked up to see who they were. "You again?" It was the same man from last night.
"I'm not through with you yet!" He looked around to the rest of his buddies. Wiping the sweat off his bald head, he listened to what Vincent had to say.
"Apparently, neither am I."
"Sir Can you please calm down, you are scaring the customers." The clerk gestured with his hands while he spoke, and fixed his glasses back on his nose.
'Fuck your customers! I want- you know what, forget it. I'm gonna break down every piece of shit door in this piece of shit inn until I find the freak who fucked with my son!" The man walked up to the first door on the right, and prepared to kick it down, ignoring the pleas of the man who owned the inn.
Right before he kicked the door open, someone spoke from behind him.
'That is not necessary." Vincent spoke behind the man.
Without hesitation the angry bald man turned around swiftly with a swing from his right. Vincent smoothly raised his left hand and caught the punch. "Can you please just leave?" Asked Vincent calmly
"Fuck you!" The man now swung with his left hand. Vincent raised his idle hand and caught the other punch. Now Vincent is holding both of the muscular man's fists.
"Must this continue?" Vincent asked without ever blinking.
"Suck my dick freak!" The raised his knee to his stomach, and stabbed a kick forward with his right foot.
Vincent swiftly let go of the fists, and moved to the side. As the man swung into Vincent's cape, Vincent grabbed to ends of his cape and wrapped it quickly around the kicking leg. Immediately, Vincent pulled his cape further from the now frustrated man causing him to lose his balance and fall on his back. "Can you please just return to your son. I meant no harm, I just want to rest. I will leave the town shortly."
"Son of bitch, you think I'm that easy." The man used his free leg to kick Vincent in the stomach. Vincent staggered back a few steps, and stood upright after only a moment. "Tough guy eh?" He stood up. "That's it!" The man charged forward with a punch. Vincent stood his ground, as the bald man came closer. Within a second, Vincent grabbed the arm attempting the punch, and swiftly raised his other arm in at shoulder height horizontally. Vincent pulled the man to him, and clothes lined the bald man sending him backward to the ground. Spit flew in the air and landed on the wooden floor of the tavern. All everyone heard was the pound of Vincent's hit, and the thud when the man dropped to the ground. "I'm going to sleep now. You should go back to your son." Vincent looked down at the man and turned to the clerk. "Forgive me for the fighting." Vincent pulled out some gill out of his pocket, and left it on the counter as compensation for the fight.
Vincent turned to his room and walked inside it, shutting his door.
Hours passed as Vincent stared at the ceiling. Yet again no rest, he thought. Vincent can't remember the last time he has actually rested. He could only think about the years he spent just staring in the darkness of that coffin. The thought left him to shudder. He couldn't understand why he remained there, but at the same time he did. He did not want to roam the world after all his sins. But why? He thought. Why did he just remain in the darkness? He exiled himself to that coffin. He would not leave it, yet he would not rest. His curse of memories plagued his entire being when he had time to himself. Yet he did not want to endanger others.
How could someone live a life, if one could even call it that, not being able to completely tell the difference of what reality he or she is in? It took great lengths of conditioning for Vincent to understand one of his curses. Any memory that he bothers to remember, would become his reality. For every time he remembers his father, Vincent would be sent into an alternate reality not of one he was previously in, and be sent to the memory of his father. Vincent coped with the curses he has been given for his ultimate sins against humanity, and now he must pay for them.
Vincent stood up from the bed and fixed the comforters. He left the room, shutting the door behind him. As he walked up to the desk, the clerk took a step back in fear of the dark caped man.
"G- good night r- rest?" He paused, and attempted to compose himself. "S- sir?"
Vincent remained quiet and pulled out his gil pouch. "How much?"
"T- two-hundred and fifty-. " The owner nervously stopped thinking he made to high of a request from such a dangerous looking man.
"Fair enough." Vincent pulled out the desired gil and paid the owner.
"Thank you sir. And have a good-" The man felt interrupted, as Vincent turned around and walked away. "Take care!" He decided to say bye anyway.
"Same to you." Vincent spoke, as he walked out the door.
Vincent walked down the square in broad daylight. The sun's rays poured their heat through his dark clothing. He narrowed his eyes to a man selling materia at his little table. Vincent walked up to the materia table and looked around.
"We have a sale today sir! Take it now while you still can. We have everything you want!" A big plump dark man spoke under all his dreads. He tried not to sound like he was being insulting to the fact that Vincent didn't look exactly like a person you would want around.
"Do you have barrier?" Vincent left most of his materia with the others.
"Uh, nope." The man looked down, and back up. "But I'm sure we have everything else you want!" The fat man practically danced around.
"Do you have any time materia?" Vincent felt like he might need this one for later.
"Well, you see ah. No" The man repeated his process from before, including the dance.
"Okay, something simple. Do you have restore materia?" Vincent is already getting annoyed.
"Sorry, sir." The man's fat dance came to a halt.
"I thought you said you had everything." Vincent spoke smoothly.
The man just shrugged his arms. "Okay, okay, we have these three only. Fire, Lighting and Ice.
"No thank you. I have all of them mastered already." Vincent pointed to his armlet showing two materias.
"And the other?" The man asked curiously.
"On my gun." Vincent turned around and walked in the direction of leaving town.
"G- Gun?" The fat man danced around as another customer approached. "We have a sale today sir! Take it now while you still can. We have everything you want!"
Vincent looked at the kids from yesterday playing soccer. They kicked the ball towards his direction, and hit him on the leg.
"Look! It's the monster guy from yesterday!" Spoke the child Vincent tried to help yesterday. "Let's get out of here!" The child and his two other buddies ran towards the beach and down the steps, out of his sight.
Vincent actually felt a little hurt.
Why doesn't any one understand? I'm not after them or anything. I'm just passing by. I'm not trying to cause any trouble. Why can't people just leave me alone? Once I'm done with my mission I'm going back to my coffin. Then no one would ever bother me again.
Vincent ran his hand through the top portion of his hair, and looked around at the people staring at him. He knew it is time to leave. So he did.
Vincent nearly made it to the exit, but noticed his path is blocked by a few men. Vincent looked up to see who they were. "You again?" It was the same man from last night.
"I'm not through with you yet!" He looked around to the rest of his buddies. Wiping the sweat off his bald head, he listened to what Vincent had to say.
"Apparently, neither am I."