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Chapter 1: Trapped

Vincent slowly awoke to find himself sitting on the floor and his wrists chained to a wall. Tifa was chained to the wall opposite him, also awake. He looked around the room and it was very clear that they were in a prison cell. There was a wooden door in the corner of the room with bars across a small open section of it. The only light in the room was that, which came through the bars.

"Tifa? Are you alright?" Vincent finally asked.

"Yes, but where are we?" she replied, looking around the room.

"I don't know."

Suddenly the door opened and four, muscular men entered the room. They all wore the same uniform; black trousers, white shirt, brown ankle boots and a black leather jacket. Two of the men carried syringes filled with a whitish liquid, in their hands. Two of the men walked over to Tifa and two walked over to Vincent. The men obscured Vincent's view of Tifa, now.

Vincent heard a startled gasped and was about to call out to Tifa when one of the two men near him grabbed hold of one of his arms and started to roll up the right-hand sleeve of his shirt. Vincent struggled to get free, knowing that it was useless as he was still restrained. Once his sleeve had been rolled up, the man grabbed a hold of his waist with one arm, to keep him from wiggling, and gripped his right arm to stop Vincent from pulling it away as the other man approached.

The second man bent down beside Vincent, holding up the syringe. Vincent's eyes remained riveted on the syringe and he froze. The second man gave Vincent a quick glance before piercing the flesh of his right arm with the needle and injecting all of it's contents into Vincent's body.

Vincent felt the strength in his body drain away. Slowly the two men undid his restraints and dragged him to his feet, supporting him slightly. Vincent looked over to the opposite side of the room and saw Tifa in the same position as he was. Together he and Tifa were dragged out of the cell and down a corridor to another room.

They entered a new room with a large machine in the middle. A group of people stood around the machine, all wearing lab coats. One of them, a man in his mid thirties turned around and slowly walked over to them.

"Ah, welcome Miss Lockhart, Mr. Valentine. I have orders from my boss that I have to carry out, so I hope you realise that what I am about to do in nothing personal, it is just necessary," the man said, "By the way, if you want to call me anything, my name is Dr. Evorne."

With that, Dr. Evorne turned around and started to walk back over to the machine. He clicked his fingers once and Vincent felt himself being dragged forward. He looked over his shoulder and saw Tifa being held where she was still standing. He turned to look back in front of him and found himself face to face with the machine.

The machine filled a good portion of the room. It went right up to the ceiling and was made of metal painted white. There was a door at the front of the machine with a small glass window in it and through the window Vincent could see a tiny room. Surrounding the machine were a number of control panels. A woman, in her twenties, opened the door and before Vincent had time to react he was thrust inside the machine. The door was slammed shut behind him and he heard it being locked. He was still too stunned to do anything, until the machine start to make whirring noises and the tiny room he was trapped in began to fill up with a green liquid.

As the liquid seeped in Vincent spun around to face the door. With all his strength he banged on the door with his metal claw and human hand. Through the window he could see Tifa trying desperately to pull free from her captors, but what caught his attention the most was the smirk on the scientist's face.

As the liquid continued to increase Vincent screamed desperately to be let out. Outside however Dr. Evorne and the other scientists couldn't hear him, as the room he was in was sound proof.

Suddenly bright lights started to flash within the room. Vincent brought his arms up to protect his eyes from the light. He could feel his body begin to change and he had no idea what was going to happen to him, but somehow he knew it wasn't going to be good.