Going Home Again
By V.Valentine
A/N: Wow, a lot of good responses for my story so far. I think this is what's motivating me to get more chapters out. Or maybe it's because I just have a lot of time on my hands. Anyway, thanks to everybody that has reviewed the story so far, and hopefully you'll like this new chapter. All of the usual disclaimers apply.
Two days have passed since Vincent found in the tapes in Hojo's laboratory. Vincent wondered if Hojo was even still alive after fifty years, presuming that he wasn't killed in the bomb blast that rocked Hiroshima. What bothered him even more was that even though it looked like his parents were American, they were working with the Japanese in the war. Were they traitors? And was he the project that was supposed to secure Japan's victory in the war? So many questions, and not a whole lot of answers. And for once, he wished he had an answer for at least one of the questions running through his mind. Maybe everything would start to come together then.
Vincent didn't know how long he had been down here. He presumed his watch was torn off in the Sentinel incident. And as far as he could tell Chaos didn't want to come out as much as normal, maybe from all the exposure that he had getting the two of them here. At least that was something to be thankful for. Vincent had been sitting at what he presumed to be Hojo's desk, as he looked through any papers still in tact about what was done to him, possible cures, and any information about what he was really.
"You're not going to find anything here, kid." A voice said from the entrance of the lab, as Vincent immediately looked up and moved back against the several bookcases in the lab. Vincent looked to the man, who was wearing a simple black trench coat, smoking on a cigar, and wearing an eye patch over one of his eyes. Vincent couldn't find any weapons nearby, but he still had Chaos, if this man was to attack him. "Who are you? How did you get here?" Vincent questioned looking to the man.
"Easy, kiddo. The name's Nick Fury. I run a group called SHIELD. It's a anti-terrorism unit for the government." Nick explained, as he dared to move a few steps closer to Vincent. "As to how I got here, I got a call from Logan at Xavier's. They were concerned you decided to go demon across the countryside. At least I caught you when you're human." He said with a slight smirk, as Vincent remained unphased by the remark.
"Being human has taken a new meaning for me, now that I'm starting to find out what I am. A freak that has a demon living inside of him because of some stupid experiment his parents and their buddy did. I use the term "human" loosely now, Mr. Fury." Vincent said with a dark gleam in his eyes, as the general nodded, looking to him.
"Son, me of all people think that you have every right to be upset about this. What was done to you was wrong, and if any of us that know you know, knew you about then, we would have stopped what happened. But here's a life lesson that I'm gonna give to you right now. Somewhere, somebody is hurting more than you. Life sucks. Get used to it." Nick Fury said simply, and Vincent thought about that for a moment, before nodding simply. It made him feel slightly better.
"Why are you here then?" Vincent questioned, as Nick Fury tossed away his old cigar, and lit up a new one. "The main reason is that Logan and them asked me to find you and come get you. Our resources are a bit more extended than theirs. But once I heard the last name was Valentine, I had to do it myself. What you see here is part of the story, not all of it. I'm thinking that you'd like to know it all." Nick Fury offered to him, Vincent thinking about it for a moment, then letting a small smile grace his lips. "You certainly have my attention now." Vincent said, as Nick Fury nodded as he motioned to follow him.
General Fury had lead Vincent out of the tunnels that the laboratory was founded by, leading him back above ground. Vincent looked to Chaos's claw marks on the manhole cover that he tossed away to get down there. And as the reached the surface, a small hover plane was waiting for them to take them back to what Vincent could only assume to be SHIELD's headquarters. And he was right; as the plane took off once they got it, Fury not even piloting it. The plane took them way off into the reaches of the sky, as he looked out the window to a see a large, looming battle station type fortress slowly floating above the clouds, as if it was a cloud itself. The plane slowly landed on one of the many runways that the SHIELD fortress had to offer. Getting out along with Fury, Vincent looked to several SHIELD guards armed with imposing looking rifles all trained on him as they walked through the hallways of the fortress. Vincent cleared his throat gently, speaking to the General. "I think I already know the answer to this one, but what's with all the guards with the rifles?" Vincent questioned as Fury smiled to him. "It's not so much for you, but that demon of yours. They're orders that if you even start to change, they're to shoot you on sight." Fury explained, as Vincent looked to him.
"That would suck." Vincent says simply, following Fury into a much larger main room, with several balconies above them, all with the same guards with the same rifles looking to him. Fury moved over to a large computer screen as he sat in a comfortable looking chair, swiveling to look back to Vincent. "Now, this is going to be a lot to take in, son. So try and stay with me. And again, no changes of yours, you hear me?" Fury confirmed, as Vincent nodded simply. "Good. Now that we got the bases covered, let's start with the beginning." Nick said, holding up a slide changer in his hand, as he turned to look back to the screen. He clicked the changer once, to show a picture of a baby on the screen.
"Vincent Varion Valentine, born on October 13, 1944 in Tokyo, Japan." He said, looking back to Vincent once, to see that Vincent was intent on just looking at the screen. Nick Fury changed the slide again, to show his parents with Vincent in his mother's arms. "Parents: James and Victoria Valentine, ages 28 and 27, currently deceased due to gunshot wounds to the chest and head. Natives of San Francisco, California, and hobbies include movies, fine dining and other cultures, along with respective degrees in archaeology and sociology." Fury continued on, as he looked back to Vincent. "Your mother and father were scientists brought in during the race to build the atom bomb here in the states. They were on the verge of exposing an energy source that would make our strongest bomb now look like a peashooter. Somehow, the Japanese found out about this. The unofficial story is that your parents defected and started to work for the Japanese." Fury said, as Vincent looked to him.
"So they were traitors?" Vincent questioned, as Fury shook his head. "No. I told you that's the unofficial story. Something to appease the public masses. The official story is that your parents were captured, and forced to work for Japan. The Japanese government wanted the energy source that your parents made the breakthrough on. They were going to take it and make a bomb that would have wiped out all of our major cities within a few strikes. We would have lost the war." Fury continued on, as Vincent nodded. "Fortunately, you came along. And in your own way, distracted your parents and that Hojo guy from making all of the preparations that they needed. But ultimately, they had to give over the energy source to the government. Official reports say that once the Japanese government got the energy source, they couldn't make it work for a bomb. All of their top scientists tried, including Hojo, but no one could make it work." Fury went on, as Vincent sat down in the nearest chair and continued to listen.
"Now what I'm about to tell you is strictly classified, and I'm not even sure if I should tell you, but I am. The reason why the energy source wasn't working for the Japanese was because they needed you to use it. Your parents made it DNA specific for you. They were hoping that by the time you were old enough that the war would be over and it wouldn't matter. Luckily, they were right, and the war ended about six months later. But Hojo found out about this, and in a fit of rage shot your parents. Hojo was the one responsible for your parent's death." Fury said, as Vincent had look of shock and horror on his face. "Then that left you with Hojo. Hojo tried his best to get you to use that energy source, but somehow you didn't budge. Hojo was mad, but he was a brilliant biologist. So since his experiment with the energy source failed, he took a sample of DNA that he combined from various other resources and injected it into your system. The end result is Chaos." Fury continued to explain, as Vincent could only nod.
"Before your parents died, they sent the US government the energy source that they were working on. As soon as the Japanese found out they couldn't use it, they discarded it. And they also sent this to us, hoping that we could get this to you, once you were old enough. I think you are now." Fury said, holding up a videotape, and sliding it into a slot by the large screen. As it started, Vincent moved closer to the screen to get a better view. And once the tape began, his parents appeared on the screen, looking to the camera as if they were looking to Vincent himself.
"Vincent, if you're watching this, then we've succeeded in making sure that you don't get used as a weapon. We're both so very sorry that we wont get to see you without a doubt, group up to be a fine man. There are so many things we could tell you and that we want to tell you, but the main one is that we love you very much. Never forget that. We've given the energy source to the United States, and we hope that they'll give it to you when you're old enough. Make sure that it's used as a peaceful alternative than what it was created for. It's the only thing other than our love that we can give to you, so think of it as not only our legacy, but also our inheritance to you. We love you so very much. Take care." Vincent's parents finished as Vincent looked to them rapidly look over off screen, and then several gunshots ring out, and then the tape ending abruptly.
Nick Fury looked to Vincent as the tape ended, as Vincent looked back to him. "You're parents were good people, son. I want you to know that the United States doesn't think of them as traitors. In fact, if you live up to your heritage and abilities, you can make them and yourself heroes. To be honest, Vincent, I'm kind of excited to see what you really can do. Especially since we're given you the energy source." Fury said as he walked over to the wall, Vincent following, and opened up a compartment, letting a large tray slide out, with several multicolored orbs each in grooves on the tray slide out in front of Vincent. "They're all yours, Vincent. We've just referred to them as an energy source, but your parent's notes referred to them as something called "Materia"." Nick Fury said, as Vincent slowly picked one up, looking to it. And even just as he held it, he could feel something unlock with him, as if the Materia was telling him how to use it.
"There's another thing, Vincent. In your parent's notes, they said alone Materia could not be used. You needed to channel it into something to use it effectively. What they had in mind was a weapon of some kind, namely a sword or something like that." Fury explained as he walked past the Materia and opened up another compartment on the wall, letting another tray slide out, this time a large rifle coming with it. "We thought a sword would be a little old fashioned, so we had our best scientists create this rifle for you. They called it "Death Penalty"." Fury continued to explain as Vincent carefully picked up the rifle and held it in his hands. It was heavy, but not heavy enough to where he couldn't hold it. In fact, it almost fit him like a glove in his hands. Along the sides, Vincent could see grooves for the Materia, much like the ones in the tray. Fury looked to him, and smirked a little bit.
"It's all yours kid. Now the big question is, what are you going to do with it?" Fury asked with the same smirk, as Vincent looked to him. "I think I know a place where I can be useful." Vincent said, and Fury nodded, motioning for Vincent to follow. And a few hours later, Vincent was walking up the driveway to the Xavier institute, much like he had done when he first arrived here. Death Penalty was strapped to his back, as he walked up the front steps, and rang the doorbell, content to wait until someone answered the door. And within a few moments, Ororo answered the door, a smile on her face. "Vincent! You're alright." She exclaimed as he moved in for a embrace. "I am alright, Miss Munroe. But, if it's all right with all of you, I'd like to start my training here. I have a legacy to uphold." Vincent said, as Ororo nodded, and brought him inside.
By V.Valentine
A/N: Wow, a lot of good responses for my story so far. I think this is what's motivating me to get more chapters out. Or maybe it's because I just have a lot of time on my hands. Anyway, thanks to everybody that has reviewed the story so far, and hopefully you'll like this new chapter. All of the usual disclaimers apply.
Two days have passed since Vincent found in the tapes in Hojo's laboratory. Vincent wondered if Hojo was even still alive after fifty years, presuming that he wasn't killed in the bomb blast that rocked Hiroshima. What bothered him even more was that even though it looked like his parents were American, they were working with the Japanese in the war. Were they traitors? And was he the project that was supposed to secure Japan's victory in the war? So many questions, and not a whole lot of answers. And for once, he wished he had an answer for at least one of the questions running through his mind. Maybe everything would start to come together then.
Vincent didn't know how long he had been down here. He presumed his watch was torn off in the Sentinel incident. And as far as he could tell Chaos didn't want to come out as much as normal, maybe from all the exposure that he had getting the two of them here. At least that was something to be thankful for. Vincent had been sitting at what he presumed to be Hojo's desk, as he looked through any papers still in tact about what was done to him, possible cures, and any information about what he was really.
"You're not going to find anything here, kid." A voice said from the entrance of the lab, as Vincent immediately looked up and moved back against the several bookcases in the lab. Vincent looked to the man, who was wearing a simple black trench coat, smoking on a cigar, and wearing an eye patch over one of his eyes. Vincent couldn't find any weapons nearby, but he still had Chaos, if this man was to attack him. "Who are you? How did you get here?" Vincent questioned looking to the man.
"Easy, kiddo. The name's Nick Fury. I run a group called SHIELD. It's a anti-terrorism unit for the government." Nick explained, as he dared to move a few steps closer to Vincent. "As to how I got here, I got a call from Logan at Xavier's. They were concerned you decided to go demon across the countryside. At least I caught you when you're human." He said with a slight smirk, as Vincent remained unphased by the remark.
"Being human has taken a new meaning for me, now that I'm starting to find out what I am. A freak that has a demon living inside of him because of some stupid experiment his parents and their buddy did. I use the term "human" loosely now, Mr. Fury." Vincent said with a dark gleam in his eyes, as the general nodded, looking to him.
"Son, me of all people think that you have every right to be upset about this. What was done to you was wrong, and if any of us that know you know, knew you about then, we would have stopped what happened. But here's a life lesson that I'm gonna give to you right now. Somewhere, somebody is hurting more than you. Life sucks. Get used to it." Nick Fury said simply, and Vincent thought about that for a moment, before nodding simply. It made him feel slightly better.
"Why are you here then?" Vincent questioned, as Nick Fury tossed away his old cigar, and lit up a new one. "The main reason is that Logan and them asked me to find you and come get you. Our resources are a bit more extended than theirs. But once I heard the last name was Valentine, I had to do it myself. What you see here is part of the story, not all of it. I'm thinking that you'd like to know it all." Nick Fury offered to him, Vincent thinking about it for a moment, then letting a small smile grace his lips. "You certainly have my attention now." Vincent said, as Nick Fury nodded as he motioned to follow him.
General Fury had lead Vincent out of the tunnels that the laboratory was founded by, leading him back above ground. Vincent looked to Chaos's claw marks on the manhole cover that he tossed away to get down there. And as the reached the surface, a small hover plane was waiting for them to take them back to what Vincent could only assume to be SHIELD's headquarters. And he was right; as the plane took off once they got it, Fury not even piloting it. The plane took them way off into the reaches of the sky, as he looked out the window to a see a large, looming battle station type fortress slowly floating above the clouds, as if it was a cloud itself. The plane slowly landed on one of the many runways that the SHIELD fortress had to offer. Getting out along with Fury, Vincent looked to several SHIELD guards armed with imposing looking rifles all trained on him as they walked through the hallways of the fortress. Vincent cleared his throat gently, speaking to the General. "I think I already know the answer to this one, but what's with all the guards with the rifles?" Vincent questioned as Fury smiled to him. "It's not so much for you, but that demon of yours. They're orders that if you even start to change, they're to shoot you on sight." Fury explained, as Vincent looked to him.
"That would suck." Vincent says simply, following Fury into a much larger main room, with several balconies above them, all with the same guards with the same rifles looking to him. Fury moved over to a large computer screen as he sat in a comfortable looking chair, swiveling to look back to Vincent. "Now, this is going to be a lot to take in, son. So try and stay with me. And again, no changes of yours, you hear me?" Fury confirmed, as Vincent nodded simply. "Good. Now that we got the bases covered, let's start with the beginning." Nick said, holding up a slide changer in his hand, as he turned to look back to the screen. He clicked the changer once, to show a picture of a baby on the screen.
"Vincent Varion Valentine, born on October 13, 1944 in Tokyo, Japan." He said, looking back to Vincent once, to see that Vincent was intent on just looking at the screen. Nick Fury changed the slide again, to show his parents with Vincent in his mother's arms. "Parents: James and Victoria Valentine, ages 28 and 27, currently deceased due to gunshot wounds to the chest and head. Natives of San Francisco, California, and hobbies include movies, fine dining and other cultures, along with respective degrees in archaeology and sociology." Fury continued on, as he looked back to Vincent. "Your mother and father were scientists brought in during the race to build the atom bomb here in the states. They were on the verge of exposing an energy source that would make our strongest bomb now look like a peashooter. Somehow, the Japanese found out about this. The unofficial story is that your parents defected and started to work for the Japanese." Fury said, as Vincent looked to him.
"So they were traitors?" Vincent questioned, as Fury shook his head. "No. I told you that's the unofficial story. Something to appease the public masses. The official story is that your parents were captured, and forced to work for Japan. The Japanese government wanted the energy source that your parents made the breakthrough on. They were going to take it and make a bomb that would have wiped out all of our major cities within a few strikes. We would have lost the war." Fury continued on, as Vincent nodded. "Fortunately, you came along. And in your own way, distracted your parents and that Hojo guy from making all of the preparations that they needed. But ultimately, they had to give over the energy source to the government. Official reports say that once the Japanese government got the energy source, they couldn't make it work for a bomb. All of their top scientists tried, including Hojo, but no one could make it work." Fury went on, as Vincent sat down in the nearest chair and continued to listen.
"Now what I'm about to tell you is strictly classified, and I'm not even sure if I should tell you, but I am. The reason why the energy source wasn't working for the Japanese was because they needed you to use it. Your parents made it DNA specific for you. They were hoping that by the time you were old enough that the war would be over and it wouldn't matter. Luckily, they were right, and the war ended about six months later. But Hojo found out about this, and in a fit of rage shot your parents. Hojo was the one responsible for your parent's death." Fury said, as Vincent had look of shock and horror on his face. "Then that left you with Hojo. Hojo tried his best to get you to use that energy source, but somehow you didn't budge. Hojo was mad, but he was a brilliant biologist. So since his experiment with the energy source failed, he took a sample of DNA that he combined from various other resources and injected it into your system. The end result is Chaos." Fury continued to explain, as Vincent could only nod.
"Before your parents died, they sent the US government the energy source that they were working on. As soon as the Japanese found out they couldn't use it, they discarded it. And they also sent this to us, hoping that we could get this to you, once you were old enough. I think you are now." Fury said, holding up a videotape, and sliding it into a slot by the large screen. As it started, Vincent moved closer to the screen to get a better view. And once the tape began, his parents appeared on the screen, looking to the camera as if they were looking to Vincent himself.
"Vincent, if you're watching this, then we've succeeded in making sure that you don't get used as a weapon. We're both so very sorry that we wont get to see you without a doubt, group up to be a fine man. There are so many things we could tell you and that we want to tell you, but the main one is that we love you very much. Never forget that. We've given the energy source to the United States, and we hope that they'll give it to you when you're old enough. Make sure that it's used as a peaceful alternative than what it was created for. It's the only thing other than our love that we can give to you, so think of it as not only our legacy, but also our inheritance to you. We love you so very much. Take care." Vincent's parents finished as Vincent looked to them rapidly look over off screen, and then several gunshots ring out, and then the tape ending abruptly.
Nick Fury looked to Vincent as the tape ended, as Vincent looked back to him. "You're parents were good people, son. I want you to know that the United States doesn't think of them as traitors. In fact, if you live up to your heritage and abilities, you can make them and yourself heroes. To be honest, Vincent, I'm kind of excited to see what you really can do. Especially since we're given you the energy source." Fury said as he walked over to the wall, Vincent following, and opened up a compartment, letting a large tray slide out, with several multicolored orbs each in grooves on the tray slide out in front of Vincent. "They're all yours, Vincent. We've just referred to them as an energy source, but your parent's notes referred to them as something called "Materia"." Nick Fury said, as Vincent slowly picked one up, looking to it. And even just as he held it, he could feel something unlock with him, as if the Materia was telling him how to use it.
"There's another thing, Vincent. In your parent's notes, they said alone Materia could not be used. You needed to channel it into something to use it effectively. What they had in mind was a weapon of some kind, namely a sword or something like that." Fury explained as he walked past the Materia and opened up another compartment on the wall, letting another tray slide out, this time a large rifle coming with it. "We thought a sword would be a little old fashioned, so we had our best scientists create this rifle for you. They called it "Death Penalty"." Fury continued to explain as Vincent carefully picked up the rifle and held it in his hands. It was heavy, but not heavy enough to where he couldn't hold it. In fact, it almost fit him like a glove in his hands. Along the sides, Vincent could see grooves for the Materia, much like the ones in the tray. Fury looked to him, and smirked a little bit.
"It's all yours kid. Now the big question is, what are you going to do with it?" Fury asked with the same smirk, as Vincent looked to him. "I think I know a place where I can be useful." Vincent said, and Fury nodded, motioning for Vincent to follow. And a few hours later, Vincent was walking up the driveway to the Xavier institute, much like he had done when he first arrived here. Death Penalty was strapped to his back, as he walked up the front steps, and rang the doorbell, content to wait until someone answered the door. And within a few moments, Ororo answered the door, a smile on her face. "Vincent! You're alright." She exclaimed as he moved in for a embrace. "I am alright, Miss Munroe. But, if it's all right with all of you, I'd like to start my training here. I have a legacy to uphold." Vincent said, as Ororo nodded, and brought him inside.