A dark velvet room blurred her vision. She felt her feet dangle against the
crimson carpet as if she was soaking in her own blood.
"Don Corneo," she whispered softly to herself, getting accustomed to the words. It stung her tongue making it dry and sore.
'Don Corneo'
She read about Don Corneo's whorehouse in magazines and books, but she never expected to step foot in the tainted building.
Her stomach twisted into knots as she hunched over, wrapping her arms around her knees. She felt so alone, so helpless.
Two girls with tight glittering dresses that stretched right above their waists pranced along the room.
Tifa wrinkled her nose. It seemed more like an awfully short shirt than a dress.
She tucked her head deep into her knees. She was suppose to change, once she placed on those sleek glasses and that old hat. She was suppose to be someone else.
But, she couldn't help but feel the same....
The door gaped open and out of the darkness came a man in a blue suit. A disheveled suit that hung loosely on his skin. He had a muscular build and a rugged chin, which left him with a rough, nonchalant aura. Red strands of hair were plastered against his face as he pushed back his short ponytail.
'Reno'
She blanched.
How familiar he was. He had lived across the street from her when her mother died and her father and her had to live in the slums. She remembered his lopsided smile, the way he hurled over trouble and dodged sticky situations.
But, then he disappeared....
She never thought, she would see the red headed boy again. But, now when she finally does, it was in a whorehouse.
Her blood quickened.
She felt sick again.
Before she could feel herself fall, a large stout man entered the room with a wooden cane and a blazing hat.
"Don, you want me to rate her?" Reno screamed to the fat man.
Don Corneo tilted his head tentatively as he neared them.
Reno stared at Tifa devilishly with her black glasses folded against her eyes.
"What exactly are you hiding under there," he smirked as he reached over for the glasses.
Tifa snapped her head back instinctively as Reno nearly toppled over from the unbalanced position.
She didn't want him to see her. He might not even remember her.
Don Corneo gave a strange smile.
"Well, well you're quite the beauty,"
He picked up a sleek black dress and held it to her.
"Dress,"
Tifa firmly shook her head. She felt Reno's hand grasp her shoulder.
"You listen to him," Reno commanded.
Tifa stared at him through the black tinted windows. Reno unconsciously loosened his grip and started rubbing the back of his head.
Tifa stared at him. He didn't belong in this place. Sure, he liked girls. But, he didn't belong here.
But, then she bit her lip as she recollected on lost memories.
She turned to Don Corneo as she saw remnant of red hair on his bald scalp. He was his father even though they held no similar resemblance. No, he wasn't his biological father. She remembered the night when a cold steel gun echoed across the neighborhood, and she remembered a little boy's screams.
No, Don Corneo wasn't his father.
But, she didn't see any reason Reno for being here.
Don Corneo wrinkled his head in impatience.
"Dress!"
"No," she whispered softly.
His eyes darkened as his fists tightened. He was ready to push her on the bed and teach her a lesson.
"You're mine now,"
Tifa stepped back.
"No one is coming to save you," he seethed.
She moved back.
"You are helpless... and alone," he snarled.
The wall was firmly behind her and she couldn't move back any further. The two girls almost nakedly ran around the room. She bit back her lower lip, until she felt the blood seep across it.
'No one is coming for me'
She tightened her fists.
"You're weak honey, you need me or I might have to teach you some respect. What would your mother say if you didn't obey your elders," he scolded.
Tifa's eyes filled with venom and her body ached with adrenaline.
"My mother is dead!" she screamed as she quickly slugged her fist into the side of his face.
He hovered back, nearly in disbelief of the strength of her fist. His face was scarred with blue and black and soon it would become an indelible scar.
Tifa ran toward the door as she felt Reno's heated body moving toward her. Don Corneo's screams were muddled in with her frantic search for the door. She couldn't hear him; the only thing she could hear was her own deep hard breath as a thrill swept over her.
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A few stands of hair twisted against Vincent's mouth as he gaped in awe at the infamous Honey Bee Inn. Zack roughly gripped Vincent's immobile body as they enter the gaudy door with shimmers of fake gold peeling against it.
Bright dazzling lights stretched darkly into the building. Men with ruffled hair and drunken laughs lingered across the room.
A young lady behind a register eyed them flirtatiously, revealing concealed smiles and slight blushes of her rosy cheeks.
Zack gave a wide grin as he approached her, his arm still firmly around Vincent's shoulder.
Zack gave a quick brush of his hair with his loose hand while the lights made his eyes dance. The girl stared at Vincent lustfully as her fingers pricked at her lips.
Zack eyes grew dark as he shook Vincent's still body. He was like a stoic statue, unchanging and unmoving.
"Hello," Zack grinned at the young lady.
The girl reluctantly snapped her head from Vincent.
"So what would you two like?" she said with a sweet honey voice.
Zack grinned devilishly as he gripped the wooden counter, leaning over it slightly.
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She tightened her glove.
She didn't remember when she stopped running or when she turned and knocked a man in a blue suit hard on his knees.
But, she wasn't invincible....
Blood dripped slowly from the cut from her lower lip. It stung like small needles pricking against her skin.
Her feet stammered against the ground, uncertainly pushing doors open, or stumbling over mounds of clothes and shelves.
The exit seemed too far to simply grasp
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"So what kind of girl do you guys want?" the lady asked.
Zack twisted his mouth in contemplation as Vincent's body froze.
"What kind of girl do you want Vince," Zack said as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
Vince stared back at him with dead, heavy eyes as he slowly moved toward the door.
Zack grabbed his arm tightly.
"I think you would like a nice blonde; they're always cute,"
Zack turned back to the counter.
Loud screams echoed across the building.
Vincent turned his head instinctively to the sound.
A door crashed open, and a girl ran out of the large door. She snapped her elbow back as she hit a man hard on his chin.
Vincent squinted his eyes. There were at least eight men chasing her.
Vincent hit the ground awkwardly as Tifa tripped painfully on him.
He opened his eyes as her body was entangled with his. Her face was so near to his, that her warm breath stung his lips.
Her black glasses were still glued on her eyes.
A trickle of blood form Tifa's lips dripped carelessly on Vincent's pale face. It looked like a rose in the snow.
Vincent unconsciously lifted his hand wiping the stain of blood on her lips.
It felt like time stopped. He couldn't hear the loud screams and thumping of bullets across the floor.
Tifa blanched. It took her a while to realize that she stumbled across Vincent. Her cheeks reddened.
It was the closest she had ever been to Vincent.
She attempted to extricate herself from the position on the ground. But, she felt so weak.
The hard leather boots of the men reverberated against the tiled floor.
And, she knew time was running out.
Vincent pushed his arm against the ground as he attempted to pull his body and her's up. But, before he could do anything, she lifted herself up.
"I'm sorry," Tifa whispered as she ran to the revolving doors.
Vincent crumbled to the ground. He remembered that voice. It felt so familiar and warm. But, the voice hung hollow against the air. He could not connect a face to it.
He twisted his head back to the revolving door as the group of men screamed after the girl.
Zack turned to Vincent's slouched body.
"She is quite something," Zack whispered softly with a smile quivering on his lips. "I think you're have fallen head over heels. But, you don't seem like you're getting up even though you should be."
Vincent sprinted to the door as he grabbed the metal bar and pushed into the cold night.
Zack stared at the swinging door. Maybe experience had made him wiser; or maybe time had made him more observant.
A soft smile slivered on his lips.
Vincent was in love and he didn't even know it.
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"Don Corneo," she whispered softly to herself, getting accustomed to the words. It stung her tongue making it dry and sore.
'Don Corneo'
She read about Don Corneo's whorehouse in magazines and books, but she never expected to step foot in the tainted building.
Her stomach twisted into knots as she hunched over, wrapping her arms around her knees. She felt so alone, so helpless.
Two girls with tight glittering dresses that stretched right above their waists pranced along the room.
Tifa wrinkled her nose. It seemed more like an awfully short shirt than a dress.
She tucked her head deep into her knees. She was suppose to change, once she placed on those sleek glasses and that old hat. She was suppose to be someone else.
But, she couldn't help but feel the same....
The door gaped open and out of the darkness came a man in a blue suit. A disheveled suit that hung loosely on his skin. He had a muscular build and a rugged chin, which left him with a rough, nonchalant aura. Red strands of hair were plastered against his face as he pushed back his short ponytail.
'Reno'
She blanched.
How familiar he was. He had lived across the street from her when her mother died and her father and her had to live in the slums. She remembered his lopsided smile, the way he hurled over trouble and dodged sticky situations.
But, then he disappeared....
She never thought, she would see the red headed boy again. But, now when she finally does, it was in a whorehouse.
Her blood quickened.
She felt sick again.
Before she could feel herself fall, a large stout man entered the room with a wooden cane and a blazing hat.
"Don, you want me to rate her?" Reno screamed to the fat man.
Don Corneo tilted his head tentatively as he neared them.
Reno stared at Tifa devilishly with her black glasses folded against her eyes.
"What exactly are you hiding under there," he smirked as he reached over for the glasses.
Tifa snapped her head back instinctively as Reno nearly toppled over from the unbalanced position.
She didn't want him to see her. He might not even remember her.
Don Corneo gave a strange smile.
"Well, well you're quite the beauty,"
He picked up a sleek black dress and held it to her.
"Dress,"
Tifa firmly shook her head. She felt Reno's hand grasp her shoulder.
"You listen to him," Reno commanded.
Tifa stared at him through the black tinted windows. Reno unconsciously loosened his grip and started rubbing the back of his head.
Tifa stared at him. He didn't belong in this place. Sure, he liked girls. But, he didn't belong here.
But, then she bit her lip as she recollected on lost memories.
She turned to Don Corneo as she saw remnant of red hair on his bald scalp. He was his father even though they held no similar resemblance. No, he wasn't his biological father. She remembered the night when a cold steel gun echoed across the neighborhood, and she remembered a little boy's screams.
No, Don Corneo wasn't his father.
But, she didn't see any reason Reno for being here.
Don Corneo wrinkled his head in impatience.
"Dress!"
"No," she whispered softly.
His eyes darkened as his fists tightened. He was ready to push her on the bed and teach her a lesson.
"You're mine now,"
Tifa stepped back.
"No one is coming to save you," he seethed.
She moved back.
"You are helpless... and alone," he snarled.
The wall was firmly behind her and she couldn't move back any further. The two girls almost nakedly ran around the room. She bit back her lower lip, until she felt the blood seep across it.
'No one is coming for me'
She tightened her fists.
"You're weak honey, you need me or I might have to teach you some respect. What would your mother say if you didn't obey your elders," he scolded.
Tifa's eyes filled with venom and her body ached with adrenaline.
"My mother is dead!" she screamed as she quickly slugged her fist into the side of his face.
He hovered back, nearly in disbelief of the strength of her fist. His face was scarred with blue and black and soon it would become an indelible scar.
Tifa ran toward the door as she felt Reno's heated body moving toward her. Don Corneo's screams were muddled in with her frantic search for the door. She couldn't hear him; the only thing she could hear was her own deep hard breath as a thrill swept over her.
************************************************
A few stands of hair twisted against Vincent's mouth as he gaped in awe at the infamous Honey Bee Inn. Zack roughly gripped Vincent's immobile body as they enter the gaudy door with shimmers of fake gold peeling against it.
Bright dazzling lights stretched darkly into the building. Men with ruffled hair and drunken laughs lingered across the room.
A young lady behind a register eyed them flirtatiously, revealing concealed smiles and slight blushes of her rosy cheeks.
Zack gave a wide grin as he approached her, his arm still firmly around Vincent's shoulder.
Zack gave a quick brush of his hair with his loose hand while the lights made his eyes dance. The girl stared at Vincent lustfully as her fingers pricked at her lips.
Zack eyes grew dark as he shook Vincent's still body. He was like a stoic statue, unchanging and unmoving.
"Hello," Zack grinned at the young lady.
The girl reluctantly snapped her head from Vincent.
"So what would you two like?" she said with a sweet honey voice.
Zack grinned devilishly as he gripped the wooden counter, leaning over it slightly.
**********************************************
She tightened her glove.
She didn't remember when she stopped running or when she turned and knocked a man in a blue suit hard on his knees.
But, she wasn't invincible....
Blood dripped slowly from the cut from her lower lip. It stung like small needles pricking against her skin.
Her feet stammered against the ground, uncertainly pushing doors open, or stumbling over mounds of clothes and shelves.
The exit seemed too far to simply grasp
***************************************************
"So what kind of girl do you guys want?" the lady asked.
Zack twisted his mouth in contemplation as Vincent's body froze.
"What kind of girl do you want Vince," Zack said as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
Vince stared back at him with dead, heavy eyes as he slowly moved toward the door.
Zack grabbed his arm tightly.
"I think you would like a nice blonde; they're always cute,"
Zack turned back to the counter.
Loud screams echoed across the building.
Vincent turned his head instinctively to the sound.
A door crashed open, and a girl ran out of the large door. She snapped her elbow back as she hit a man hard on his chin.
Vincent squinted his eyes. There were at least eight men chasing her.
Vincent hit the ground awkwardly as Tifa tripped painfully on him.
He opened his eyes as her body was entangled with his. Her face was so near to his, that her warm breath stung his lips.
Her black glasses were still glued on her eyes.
A trickle of blood form Tifa's lips dripped carelessly on Vincent's pale face. It looked like a rose in the snow.
Vincent unconsciously lifted his hand wiping the stain of blood on her lips.
It felt like time stopped. He couldn't hear the loud screams and thumping of bullets across the floor.
Tifa blanched. It took her a while to realize that she stumbled across Vincent. Her cheeks reddened.
It was the closest she had ever been to Vincent.
She attempted to extricate herself from the position on the ground. But, she felt so weak.
The hard leather boots of the men reverberated against the tiled floor.
And, she knew time was running out.
Vincent pushed his arm against the ground as he attempted to pull his body and her's up. But, before he could do anything, she lifted herself up.
"I'm sorry," Tifa whispered as she ran to the revolving doors.
Vincent crumbled to the ground. He remembered that voice. It felt so familiar and warm. But, the voice hung hollow against the air. He could not connect a face to it.
He twisted his head back to the revolving door as the group of men screamed after the girl.
Zack turned to Vincent's slouched body.
"She is quite something," Zack whispered softly with a smile quivering on his lips. "I think you're have fallen head over heels. But, you don't seem like you're getting up even though you should be."
Vincent sprinted to the door as he grabbed the metal bar and pushed into the cold night.
Zack stared at the swinging door. Maybe experience had made him wiser; or maybe time had made him more observant.
A soft smile slivered on his lips.
Vincent was in love and he didn't even know it.
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