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I am so sorry that it took so long to get this chapter up. I have been really, really busy. Please keep on reading my stories. Anyway here is the next chapter of Memories. Please read and review.

Chapter 5: It Begins

(Back to the present day.)

Vincent awoke slowly from his dreams, keeping his eyes shut. His dream had seemed so real. Cloud and the rest of AVALANCHE had thought that he had gone insane and had sent him to an insane asylum. They would never do that to me though, he thought. It was just a dream.

Slowly Vincent opened his eyes and he immediately felt his world collapse around him as his eyes beheld the white walls and ceiling that were all too familiar from his childhood. He sat up and looked down at the soft bed he was sitting upon. The sheets upon the bed were white like the walls and fixed to the bed were brown, leather wrist and ankle restraints.

"No," he whispered in disbelief, staring at the restraints.

This can't be happening, he thought, This can't be happening. He rose to his feet and strolled cautiously over to the silver, metal door, opposite the bed. He gripped the handle and tried to open it, but the door wouldn't budge. It was locked. Panic began to grip him. He had to get out of here. He just had to.

"Hey! Someone let me out of here!" Vincent yelled, bringing his metal claw back and banging it on the metal door as hard as he could. "Please let me out!"

Vincent continued to yell and bang on the door for about five more minutes, the panic inside of him increasing quickly. He was about to bang on the door again when it suddenly slid open revealing a woman in her mid twenties wearing a lab coat. Behind her stood two muscular men.

Vincent dropped his metal claw to his side and stepped back a few paces to allow the woman to enter the room. She had shoulder length, wavy brown hair and green eyes. In her arms she was carrying a pair of white, cotton trousers and a white, cotton jumper.

Vincent continued to stare at her for a few minutes, before finally opening his mouth to speak.

"There has been a misunderstanding. I am not insane and I don't belong here," Vincent explained.

He quickly walked passed the woman before she could say anything. Just as he was about to walk out of the door the two men grabbed his arms and flung him onto the floor, back in the room. Vincent stared up at them, momentarily shocked.

"You can't leave," one of them said simply.

"What?" Vincent gasped in disbelief.

They really think I'm insane. They won't let me leave, Vincent thought, panic rising in his chest.

"My name is Rione," the woman said, as Vincent rose shakily to his feet, "now change into these clothes. I'll be waiting outside, so just shout when you're finished."

Rione handed the clothes to the still shocked Vincent and then left the room with the two men following.

Vincent remained standing in the same place for a while, still stunned, then slowly he began to get changed. He pulled of his red cape and bandanna, folding them up and lying them neatly on the bed. He removed his black shirt and pulled the white jumper he had been given over his head. He placed his shirt on the bed and then removed his back trousers and put on the white ones he had been given and placed his black trousers with his other clothes. He also removed his boots. He knew that he would not be allowed to wear them in this place and would have to go around without anything covering his feet.

For awhile Vincent just sat on the bed staring down at his hands, folded in his lap. He tried to sort out his mixed emotions; fear, despair, anger and betrayal. He couldn't believe that AVALANCHE, his so-called friends, would do this to him, but then again they thought they were doing the right thing.

Still, Vincent thought, They shouldn't have thought that. They should know me better and they should trust me enough to believe me.

Vincent then drew his legs up to his chest, wrapped his arms around them and whispered the words he hadn't said since he was five years old.

"I want to go home."

He sat where he was for a little while longer, then slowly stood up and walked over to the door. He leant against the door lightly, with his forehead resting against the cold surface.

"I'm ready," Vincent whispered, just loud enough for Rione to hear on the other side of the door.

The door opened once again and Rione entered followed by the two men. She looked Vincent over once and then gave him a gentle smile.

"Shall we go then?" she asked in a kind voice.

Vincent just nodded and followed her out the door, the two men standing on either side of him.

AN - At last I have gotten this chapter up. I hope you are enjoying it so far. Please review and tell me your thoughts.