Chapter 4
Hatred Always Lingers
I awoke to the hot blazing sun glaring down on me. My eyes fluttered open, trying to avoid taking in too much of the suns rays. The sun shown so brightly it actually irritated me, some sun was nice, but this much was aggravating. I slowly sat up, and rubbed my eyes sleepily. I frowned some, living a humans life was making me turn lazy. I immediately rose from my sleeping place, not letting the thought of living a "human's life lazily" sink in. I groggily stumbled over to the plastic bag that I had left by the entrance. I removed the few articles of clothing from the bag and returned to the bed. I quickly undressed, and re dressed into my new clothes. The bagginess was very comfortable, but the feel and how easily I could move was a very nice change.
I eyed the room thoughtfully, there was something I wanted to do but it had slipped my mind, and now I couldn't remember what that intention was. I closed my eyes trying to concentrate. A smile stretched across my face. Valentine I mumbled as I left my room. I was so caught in thoughts on what I'd do when I found Valentine to bother thinking about "how" I would find him. I knew I had hit a rut, a fairly big one at that. I approached the Inn Counter, and waited for the clerk to acknowledge me.
The Inn Clerk approached the other side of the counter. I tried to think of a story or something but couldn't think of anything that was believable but one thing.
"S'cuse me could you help me." I gave the clerk a slight smile as she nodded. I continued on with my pretence.
"Well I grew up here and moved away when I was young. And I just recently moved back as you can see." The clerk nodded obviously wanting me to get the point.
"Well I want to see if I can contact a couple of my child hood friends, but the only problem is I am unsure of there current address.
The Clerk smiled and handed me a fairly thick book. "This book has all of the residents of Midgar listed in alphabetical order by last name. If your friends still have the same last name they'll be listed." The Inn Clerk spoke softly as she smiled and waited on the next customer.
I opened the book; the paper was fine and yellow. I scanned through the pages and stopped on V. I smiled a successful smile, as I mentally noted the address and number that had been listed under V Valentine. I strolled down streets, searching for the one named Mystic Avenue.
It had been at least a couple of hours till I had finally found it. However the street was extremely large, and some of the house numbers were hidden. My eyes examined each house number, 3125, 3128 and of course 3221, Vincent's supposed address. The house was painted navy. And the lawn was covered with beautiful plants. I approached the door and lightly knocked. I backed away from the door and waited for an answer.
I could hear muffled footsteps within the house, and then the door slowly opened. A tall slender figure stepped out with a surprised expression on their face. Vincent looked the same as he did at my collapse but he looked a bit thinner.
"Yes?" His words were muffled but understandable. I examined the fair toned figure. He defiantly wasn't well, just by looking at him I could tell he was ill. His gaze fell upon me, his eyes looking into mine, never looking away he repeated himself. I faked a smile and spoke timidly, "We, we need to talk."
A wicked snicker shaped his lips, as he stepped out of the door frame, shutting the oak door behind him. He shuffled past me, and beckoned for me to follow. Obediently I did. It wasn't a matter of me doing what he had told me to do, it was the matter of I had questions and he was the one with the answers. We walked in silence for what seemed like ten, maybe fifteen minutes. When he stopped it was in front of a large elegant two story residence. I stood and gazed at the structure is awe. It was a piece of art, a beautiful one at that; I had no words to describe it but beautiful art.
Valentine turned his body and looked at me, raising his right hand and pointing with his pointer finger he spoke softly. "This here is the home, of a man you rivalled, a man that caused you to loose everything, Sephiroth you do know who I speak of don't you."
I nodded some, by his description I knew it was no other then Cloud Strife's home, but what I didn't understand is why Valentine had brought me to Cloud's Abode. "………Why?" I asked, I wasn't quite sure if I wanted to hear Valentine's answer, but I did, and it also caught me off guard.
Vincent looked away from me and turned toward the large estate, his signature sneer curled upon his lips.
"Why you ask, why did I release you, or why did I bring you here? Well it doesn't really matter they tie in together. I released you from your "Cell" knowing you would come to me for answers." Vincent stopped to regain breath, his expression getting more and more mischievous. "Well Sephiroth I gave you freedom, so you could free this world of mortals, so you could dominate of humanity. So you could slaughter" He stopped for a moment pointing to Cloud's House. "Cloud and his comrades." At first I was stunned by Valentine's intention but I began to give it some thought, normally I wouldn't have given this "offer" a second thought, but right now it was starting to make me wonder. Vincent Valentine once an alliance with Cloud Strife now wants me to follow out my original mission, and he is foolishly playing both sides, attempting to join mine and betraying his leader.
Vincent's sneer faded and he nodded slowly "Think about it" were his last words before he turned away from me and walked down the vacant street. My attention immediately returned to the house, I could hear a recognisable voice from within the building, the voice I'd never forget the voice of Cloud Strife.
A feeling of hate washed over me, and an undesirable urge of destruction came over me. Because of him I was a failure, because of him mother met her demise, because of me he still lives…….
A/N
I realise this is a crappy chapter,….hopefully it will get better, much better. Hope you guys like it anyway….
Hatred Always Lingers
I awoke to the hot blazing sun glaring down on me. My eyes fluttered open, trying to avoid taking in too much of the suns rays. The sun shown so brightly it actually irritated me, some sun was nice, but this much was aggravating. I slowly sat up, and rubbed my eyes sleepily. I frowned some, living a humans life was making me turn lazy. I immediately rose from my sleeping place, not letting the thought of living a "human's life lazily" sink in. I groggily stumbled over to the plastic bag that I had left by the entrance. I removed the few articles of clothing from the bag and returned to the bed. I quickly undressed, and re dressed into my new clothes. The bagginess was very comfortable, but the feel and how easily I could move was a very nice change.
I eyed the room thoughtfully, there was something I wanted to do but it had slipped my mind, and now I couldn't remember what that intention was. I closed my eyes trying to concentrate. A smile stretched across my face. Valentine I mumbled as I left my room. I was so caught in thoughts on what I'd do when I found Valentine to bother thinking about "how" I would find him. I knew I had hit a rut, a fairly big one at that. I approached the Inn Counter, and waited for the clerk to acknowledge me.
The Inn Clerk approached the other side of the counter. I tried to think of a story or something but couldn't think of anything that was believable but one thing.
"S'cuse me could you help me." I gave the clerk a slight smile as she nodded. I continued on with my pretence.
"Well I grew up here and moved away when I was young. And I just recently moved back as you can see." The clerk nodded obviously wanting me to get the point.
"Well I want to see if I can contact a couple of my child hood friends, but the only problem is I am unsure of there current address.
The Clerk smiled and handed me a fairly thick book. "This book has all of the residents of Midgar listed in alphabetical order by last name. If your friends still have the same last name they'll be listed." The Inn Clerk spoke softly as she smiled and waited on the next customer.
I opened the book; the paper was fine and yellow. I scanned through the pages and stopped on V. I smiled a successful smile, as I mentally noted the address and number that had been listed under V Valentine. I strolled down streets, searching for the one named Mystic Avenue.
It had been at least a couple of hours till I had finally found it. However the street was extremely large, and some of the house numbers were hidden. My eyes examined each house number, 3125, 3128 and of course 3221, Vincent's supposed address. The house was painted navy. And the lawn was covered with beautiful plants. I approached the door and lightly knocked. I backed away from the door and waited for an answer.
I could hear muffled footsteps within the house, and then the door slowly opened. A tall slender figure stepped out with a surprised expression on their face. Vincent looked the same as he did at my collapse but he looked a bit thinner.
"Yes?" His words were muffled but understandable. I examined the fair toned figure. He defiantly wasn't well, just by looking at him I could tell he was ill. His gaze fell upon me, his eyes looking into mine, never looking away he repeated himself. I faked a smile and spoke timidly, "We, we need to talk."
A wicked snicker shaped his lips, as he stepped out of the door frame, shutting the oak door behind him. He shuffled past me, and beckoned for me to follow. Obediently I did. It wasn't a matter of me doing what he had told me to do, it was the matter of I had questions and he was the one with the answers. We walked in silence for what seemed like ten, maybe fifteen minutes. When he stopped it was in front of a large elegant two story residence. I stood and gazed at the structure is awe. It was a piece of art, a beautiful one at that; I had no words to describe it but beautiful art.
Valentine turned his body and looked at me, raising his right hand and pointing with his pointer finger he spoke softly. "This here is the home, of a man you rivalled, a man that caused you to loose everything, Sephiroth you do know who I speak of don't you."
I nodded some, by his description I knew it was no other then Cloud Strife's home, but what I didn't understand is why Valentine had brought me to Cloud's Abode. "………Why?" I asked, I wasn't quite sure if I wanted to hear Valentine's answer, but I did, and it also caught me off guard.
Vincent looked away from me and turned toward the large estate, his signature sneer curled upon his lips.
"Why you ask, why did I release you, or why did I bring you here? Well it doesn't really matter they tie in together. I released you from your "Cell" knowing you would come to me for answers." Vincent stopped to regain breath, his expression getting more and more mischievous. "Well Sephiroth I gave you freedom, so you could free this world of mortals, so you could dominate of humanity. So you could slaughter" He stopped for a moment pointing to Cloud's House. "Cloud and his comrades." At first I was stunned by Valentine's intention but I began to give it some thought, normally I wouldn't have given this "offer" a second thought, but right now it was starting to make me wonder. Vincent Valentine once an alliance with Cloud Strife now wants me to follow out my original mission, and he is foolishly playing both sides, attempting to join mine and betraying his leader.
Vincent's sneer faded and he nodded slowly "Think about it" were his last words before he turned away from me and walked down the vacant street. My attention immediately returned to the house, I could hear a recognisable voice from within the building, the voice I'd never forget the voice of Cloud Strife.
A feeling of hate washed over me, and an undesirable urge of destruction came over me. Because of him I was a failure, because of him mother met her demise, because of me he still lives…….
A/N
I realise this is a crappy chapter,….hopefully it will get better, much better. Hope you guys like it anyway….