A/N: Alright, I wrote this in between my classes. I have a long gap. I just happened to be listening to my Evanescence CD, again, I know, ::rolls eyes:: LOL. So I wrote this. I KNOW its no what really happened to Vincent, so please don't flame me for it. This is what I would like to think happened (A, because it's sad and makes me like Vincent even more, and B, I don't really like Lucrecia, sorry for all you Lucrecia fans. If you look at my other stuff, you'll see I like Cid. ^_^) Okay, so please review if you like it. If you don't, don't. Thanks. ^_^ (Also, I know another Tourniquet songfic was done about Vincent, and I checked, but this one is completely different and when I wrote it, I didn't know there was another.) Also, you don't have to, but I find this fic most effective if your listening to the song when you read it. Especially the beginning. Enjoy!!
Song: Tourniquet, by Evanescence
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Vincent walked down the long hall in black pants and a black shirt, his Turk uniform gone. Death Penalty rested at his side.
(just a note, this is where the bass type sound comes in before the drums, then it goes into the rest ^_^)
Two Turks walk up along both sides of him. He starts to slow and they grab his arms, pulling Death Penalty away from him and handing it to someone on the side. They push him through the doors at the end of the hall, and he is in a dark, dirty room with Hojo. More men grab him and push him onto a dirty table, strapping him down.
I tried to kill my pain
But only brought more
(So much more)
"So, Vincent. You do not wish to be a Turk anymore? What a shame we can't just let you go." Vincent growls, realizing something is going to happen to him. A needle is insersted in his vein and he winces as it burns.
I lay dying
And I'm pouring crimson regrets and betrayal
His body starts to numb as he stares up at the scientist. "I will never forget this Hojo," his voice slurring from the drugs.
I'm dying
His vision fades.
Praying
"Don't do this"
Bleeding
He feels a mind jolting pain in his left arm.
And screaming
He screams as he feels his arms being ripped at, despite the drugs flowing through his veins.
Am I too lost to be saved
Am I too lost
His mind recedes from the pain.
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
Vincent pray he is dreaming and his body is not being destroyed.
Do you remember me
Lost for so long
He awake slowly from the drugs, and finds he can move his left arm. He raises it and finds a golden claw. Dropping it he stares up at the mirror above him, and sees crimson eyes staring back at him.
Will you be on the other side
Or will you forget me
"What have I become? I'm a monster!"
I'm dying
He feels a pain throughout his entire body and tries to rip free of the constraints. "The Jenova cells and Mako are reacting," a voice says.
Praying
"Please let this be a nightmare."
Bleeding
His right arm breaks free of the band, skin broken.
And screaming
A harsh sound flows from his lips as he rips out the other ties.
Am I too lost to be saved
Am I too lost
He stands and stares at himself in the mirrors around the room, then smashes them. Hojo returns with armed Turks. "What have you done to me?"
"I've created you."
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
"You have been injected with Jenova cells and Mako." Vincent looked around for an escape but saw none. "Look at what I've become!"
"I WANT TO DIE!"
"That's not possible anymore," Hojo laughed.
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
He feels a dart hit the base of his neck and he groans, eyelids shutting.
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My wounds cry for the grave
He finds himself standing in a room filled with coffins. He looks down, and sees black pants, a black shirt, and a red cloak, which he finds is covering half his face.
My soul cries
He is led to an open box Hojo is pointing at, too weak to fight.
For deliverance
He steps in and sits, eyes burning with tears and hatred.
Will I be denied
A Turk pushes him down.
Christ
"You'll pay for this one day Hojo. I swear it."
Tourniquet
"Goodnight, Vincent Valentine." The lid closes, and locks.
My suicide
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Well I really hope someone liked that. I do. ^_^ Just a little note, once again I know that is not what happens in the game, but it's my version of it, and I sorta like it better this way. It makes poor Vincent seem even more hurt.. ::sniff::
Also, just a few other notes. In the beginning of the song there is a stanza talking about pain. This pain, in Vincent's case, is being a Turk, the killing, being rejected by Lucretia, and such. The suicide at the end is not a literal death, as in he is no more. It is the death of his human self. Ever hear the phrase "That's suicidal!" When you want to do something crazy? Yeah, that would be Vincent even attempting to leave. So, I hope you liked it, and if you did, PLEASE take a few seconds to review and let me know. ^_^ (::proud of herself:: I CAN write a non-Cid, Vincent fic. YAY!! LOL!)