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Death of a Turk
Vincent slammed the hidden door open and quickly started down the rickety old steps that spiraled around inside a tower made of cold damp stones. There was very little light and the Turk had to place a hand on the wall to keep from simply walking off the edge of the stairs, for there was no railing. His eyes adjusted to the darkness of the stairwell as he continued on further down. Finally, his boot touched the earth of the basement floor and he sprinted down the long hallway toward the end door. Light shown from above, but it did nothing to dispel the chill and sense of death within the packed dirt passage below the house. The bottom of the stairwell yielded to a long hall of packed dirt, the arms of those long dead jutting out of the earth toward those living who dared enter their den. Two doors were in this hall, one to the left which was a special crypt for those notable enough to not have been just packed into the walls. The other was the door to the lab- or a study that had been converted to a lab for studying the ancient body they'd acquired.
Slamming the laboratory door open, he stopped in his tracks. The scene that greeted his eyes was gruesome to say the least. Lucrecia lay still and pale, tied to the table with something sticking out of her chest, her stomach cut open. Blood coated the dirt floor under the table, at least an inch deep. Hojo was nowhere to be seen but there was the sound of a howling child from the other room- as well as Hojo's voice cursing.
"Damn it! Shut up you wretched thing!" Hojo screamed and Vincent followed the voice down the shelf lined hall to the left of the door he'd just entered and into the study. Immediately he came upon Hojo standing with his back toward the door, yelling at something that lay on the desk along with several books that were journals of the experiments and such that went on in the main room.
"Hojo!" Vincent yelled over the child's screaming. The scientist immediately turned to see the pale faced Turk. This was not just any Turk, this was a man so torn with grief he could easily commit crimes terrible enough to leave Hojo's soul in anguish for many years to come. "You killed Lucrecia! How could you?!" he could feel tears stinging his eyes as he stared at Hojo's expressionless face beneath his short black hair. Hojo, the man who'd married a very beautiful and loving woman, a man who'd betrayed that love by killing her.
"Easily," Hojo stated, tucking his hands into the pockets of his bloody lab coat, the blood was dried, the murder having happened hours ago, "I didn't need her anymore. She served her purpose in giving me my son," he shrugged and turned, walking around behind the desk and having a seat. Laying on the desk was a child with nothing but a diaper wrapped around its rear, shockingly blue-green eyes stared at Vincent and for a brief moment the child's sobbing stopped. Hojo took a seat and his hand slowly reached into a drawer and closed his hand around something. Vincent stared at the child. "His name is Sephiroth. You'll do good to remember that, for he will rule the world one day."
"DAMN YOU!" Vincent shouted, reaching for his gun nestled within the breast holster under his black blazer. Though before his hand could close over the weapon, Hojo had pulled his hand from the desk drawer, the gun firing. A scream of pain split the air after the gun went off, Vincent dropped to his knees, his right hand moving to clutch his now useless left arm. He lifted his head slowly to find Hojo standing behind the desk, a mad gleam in his eyes as his finger twitched on the trigger of the gun once more.
The blast was deafening though it didn't last that long for Vincent, his body jerked back and landed on the floor with a thump a hole in his forehead. Blood seeped out onto the floor, pooling once the dirt could hold no more liquid. "Perhaps I have a use for you, dear Turk," Hojo murmured to himself his daughter screaming in terror at the loud noises.
Death of a Turk
Vincent slammed the hidden door open and quickly started down the rickety old steps that spiraled around inside a tower made of cold damp stones. There was very little light and the Turk had to place a hand on the wall to keep from simply walking off the edge of the stairs, for there was no railing. His eyes adjusted to the darkness of the stairwell as he continued on further down. Finally, his boot touched the earth of the basement floor and he sprinted down the long hallway toward the end door. Light shown from above, but it did nothing to dispel the chill and sense of death within the packed dirt passage below the house. The bottom of the stairwell yielded to a long hall of packed dirt, the arms of those long dead jutting out of the earth toward those living who dared enter their den. Two doors were in this hall, one to the left which was a special crypt for those notable enough to not have been just packed into the walls. The other was the door to the lab- or a study that had been converted to a lab for studying the ancient body they'd acquired.
Slamming the laboratory door open, he stopped in his tracks. The scene that greeted his eyes was gruesome to say the least. Lucrecia lay still and pale, tied to the table with something sticking out of her chest, her stomach cut open. Blood coated the dirt floor under the table, at least an inch deep. Hojo was nowhere to be seen but there was the sound of a howling child from the other room- as well as Hojo's voice cursing.
"Damn it! Shut up you wretched thing!" Hojo screamed and Vincent followed the voice down the shelf lined hall to the left of the door he'd just entered and into the study. Immediately he came upon Hojo standing with his back toward the door, yelling at something that lay on the desk along with several books that were journals of the experiments and such that went on in the main room.
"Hojo!" Vincent yelled over the child's screaming. The scientist immediately turned to see the pale faced Turk. This was not just any Turk, this was a man so torn with grief he could easily commit crimes terrible enough to leave Hojo's soul in anguish for many years to come. "You killed Lucrecia! How could you?!" he could feel tears stinging his eyes as he stared at Hojo's expressionless face beneath his short black hair. Hojo, the man who'd married a very beautiful and loving woman, a man who'd betrayed that love by killing her.
"Easily," Hojo stated, tucking his hands into the pockets of his bloody lab coat, the blood was dried, the murder having happened hours ago, "I didn't need her anymore. She served her purpose in giving me my son," he shrugged and turned, walking around behind the desk and having a seat. Laying on the desk was a child with nothing but a diaper wrapped around its rear, shockingly blue-green eyes stared at Vincent and for a brief moment the child's sobbing stopped. Hojo took a seat and his hand slowly reached into a drawer and closed his hand around something. Vincent stared at the child. "His name is Sephiroth. You'll do good to remember that, for he will rule the world one day."
"DAMN YOU!" Vincent shouted, reaching for his gun nestled within the breast holster under his black blazer. Though before his hand could close over the weapon, Hojo had pulled his hand from the desk drawer, the gun firing. A scream of pain split the air after the gun went off, Vincent dropped to his knees, his right hand moving to clutch his now useless left arm. He lifted his head slowly to find Hojo standing behind the desk, a mad gleam in his eyes as his finger twitched on the trigger of the gun once more.
The blast was deafening though it didn't last that long for Vincent, his body jerked back and landed on the floor with a thump a hole in his forehead. Blood seeped out onto the floor, pooling once the dirt could hold no more liquid. "Perhaps I have a use for you, dear Turk," Hojo murmured to himself his daughter screaming in terror at the loud noises.