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Chapter 1: The Boy
Vincent walked down the streets of the Sector 5, Midgar. He looked into the sky contemplating the days when he, Cloud and the gang battled with Sephiroth, and the year before, Kadaj, Loz and Yazoo. The sliver-haired men legacy......
Midgar was slowly getting onto her feet after the Geostigma incident, thanks to his old ally Reeve and his new group of Turks. Old Shinra Electric Company was long gone, with Reeve taking over the helm restarting it as Neo-Shinra. The new Shinra Inc. abandoned the old Mako Reactors, replacing its energy source with steam and the four huge materia which energy efficiency was two times better than pure Mako.
Reeve was currently evacuating the slums of all the sectors and relocated them in villages outside Midgar. Soon, the slums would be just another passing phrase in the pages of history.
Vincent walked into a shaded walkway, turning into a small alley jus behind the bar. His long overcoat picking up the slight breeze, his jet black hair untied and unkempt, cascaded loosely down his back, he walked silently along the litter clad narrow alley going towards the large bulk of clothes at the end.
He looked up into the small slit of sky. Stoically gazing at the endless above, he thought, "ah...dark clouds, an ominous portent..." His mind wandered again, searching for long buried memories, lamenting his pain.
Vincent did not see what lay ahead. He tripped over a large cloth bundle which sent him sprawling onto the ground. Scorning at his carelessness, he got up and brushed the dirt off his suit. He wanted to move aside the bundle to prevent future mishaps when he heard a soft grunt when he pushed it.
At the corner of his eye, he saw pale human fingers under a layer of cloth. He quickly pulled the cloth aside to reveal a half-dead boy, shivering and trembling from the cold. From the topmost follicle to the tip of his toe, he was caked in mud and grime and had bruises all over. His eyes fluttered weakly.
Vincent did not want to leave the boy. He might die in the cruel slums. Children, unlike him, should not suffer the wrath of the Planet, downright callous. He carefully picked up the young boy into his right arm, careful not to hurt him with his mechanical one.
He ran out of the alley and walkway into the darkened streets of Sector 5. Vincent ran through crowds, avoiding the vehicles as they past by. He reached a tall, shabby apartment building with peeling paint and moulds growing through cracks. Securing the boy in his arms, he clambered up the four flights of stairs before reaching his residence.
The sun set as Midgar's night life sprang up in a dazzle of lights. Among the hustle and bustle of party-goers and pub regulars, a man stood at the bar counter drinking his last drop of liquor. Setting down his drink, he tossed the bartender his owed Gil.
"Let's look for 'im," he motioned to a man and woman behind him. The man's companions nodded at him and went out off the bar. "Gawd, who knows what's gonna happen if he finds out we could not find the boy."
He tossed a cigarette onto the floor, extinguishing it with the sole of his boots.
Sidelines...
Bear with me if it's crappy. it's my first fic and should be finishing it on paper. It's jus a matter of when would i post it...