Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Final Fantasy VII original characters...:sniff:damn.

This is where the whole story starts about Vincent's life as a Turk. In this chapter it's practically one of his firt big missions and something sort of goes the way he didn't want it to. Go ahead and read on.

Chapter 1.

He came to Midgar City to make something of himself. He came from a small town to the big city. He had just passed the Turk training courses and was a new fledged Turk. He had been on several missions already and succeeded. They were only small missions that mostly only needed one person. He had never actually been to Midgar city before. He had received his missions while on the road going towards the city.

Finally he arrived into the city to the Headquarters. He had just walked through the doors looking around the large main room. Vincent was so amazed by the appearance of the Headquarters. His black bangs hung over his left blue eye. He turned and walked backwards trying to get every view of the room. It was so big. He had never seen such a big room like this. Nor a big building. His eyes wide with facination and awe.

Suddenly he backed right into someone knocking them forward and almost making him fall over. Vincent spun around. "Oh! I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going and…."he was cut off. The man he bumped into had caught himself on the railing and was laughing at Vincent's rambling.

He was a handsome man. He was a few years older than Vincent. He had light brown hair and emerald green eyes. He had a firm jaw line and warm smile. He wore a dark blue uniform and had a black tie.

He brushed off his shoulder. "Hey, hey. It's alright, young man. Just becareful. No harm done." He said laughing. Vincent looked at him guiltily. "Well I should be watching where I'm going. I'm new in the place and I'm already bumping into people." He said. Then he winced. "I'm just glad it was you and not the President, Augustice Shinra. Or my new boss, Mr.Toulouse." He said.

The man looked at Vincent and laughed. He covered his mouth as he laughed and shook his head. Vincent squinted an eye at him. "What's so funny?" He asked. The man held out his hand. "Nothing. Nothing. So your new in the building, huh? I'm Dariel." He said. Vincent smiled and took his hand. "Vincent. Vincent Valentine." He said. Dariel looked amazed. "Vincent Valentine, huh? I've heard of you. You're the newbie in the Turks aren't you?" He asked.

Vincent smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I am." He said. Dariel nodded. "I'm one of the Turks as well." He said. Vincent looked interested. "Oh really? Well this is a pleasure. And sorry for bumping into you." He said. Dariel shook his head. "Nah, don't worry about it. I'm used to it. So how long have you been in the Turks?" He asked. Vincent shrugged. "About half a year. I've done a few missions already. But I've never been to the Headquarters. This is my visit." He said. Dariel nodded. "So I've heard. I also heard that all of your missions have been a huge success. What were they again?" He asked.

Vincent sighed trying to think. "Well, I've done at least twenty missions. There was a few assassinations. There were some kidnappings I was sent on to rescue the hostages. One was taking care of a shoot out in Kalm. And some terrorist attacks on the Junon Mako reactor. That's just about it." He said with a nod.

Dariel just smiled. "You must be very talented to full fill every mission with success. And on your own too. What do you fight with?" He asked. Vincent pulled back his jacket revealing a hand gun. "Guns are my specialty. I am a sharpshooter. I don't mean to brag or anything but I am one of the best gun fighters there is." He said with a nod.

Dariel laughed and folded his arms. "I believe it. I've seen your file. You are definitely a sharp shooter. And very skilled with materia, is that correct?" He asked. Vincent nodded. "Yes, sir. I am." He said.

Dariel grinned. "Well, I can't wait to see you in action. I hope we will be able to work together in a mission some day." He said. Vincent nodded with a small smile. "I hope so too. What do you fight with?" He asked with curiousity. Dariel smirked but didn't answer. Vincent laughed lightly. "Your going to make me find out the hard way, aren't you?" He asked with amusement. Dariel laughed and nodded. "Yes, I am. So until a big fight, you'll have to wait." He said.

Vincent shook his head while laughing. He glanced at his watch and frowned. "Oh. I'm late for a meeting. I'm suppose to go to the meeting room on the 64th floor to meet with Mr. Toulouse and some other suits." He said. Dariel glanced at his watch. "Oh. Is it that time already? Man, time sure flies. I'm heading up there right now. Let me walk with you." He said. Vincent nodded. "Alright." He said. The two went to the elevator and Dariel pushed the button. They stood in silence for the first twenty floors.

Vincent looked at his new friend. "So, how long have you been in the Turk service?" He asked. Dariel glanced at him. "Hmm. I have been in the Turk service since I was 17. And I am 26 now. So quite a long time." He said with a nod. Vincent looked amazed. "Wow. That long, huh? I'm surprised that you aren't the Leader of the Turks by now." He said looking out the glass window of the elevator. If only he had waited for a few seconds he would have seen the mysterious smile on Dariel's face that he sent to Vincent's back. It was a sly one. They remained quiet for a long time.

Finally the elevator stopped and Dariel lead Vincent down the hall looking quite happy. Vincent was busy trying to fix his tie and make himself presentable. Dariel rose his eyebrow looking at Vincent and smiling. Vincent caught his eye and blushed a little. "Sorry. It's just I'm a little nervous." He said. Dariel chuckled and nodded. "I understand, Vincent. Just relax. It's not like your going to be judged or anything. You don't exactly have to look your best." He said. Vincent smirked at his new friend.

They came to two big red doors which Dariel pushed open and lead Vincent inside. The room was quite nice and big like a meeting room. A long table in the middle with several people already sitting at it. There were six in door trees along the wall. Pictures of different men or women between each. When Vincent and Dariel entered, everyone looked up and immediately Vincent felt even more nervous. Apparently the two were late and was in trouble. Dariel just smiled and nodded. "Good morning, everyone. Sorry we're late. I was escorting our new Turk here. He had just arrived. Please, carry on." He said stroding forward. He glanced at Vincent and nodded to two chairs. They quickly sat down.

President Shinra who was sitting at the other end of the table nodded. "I'm glad you could make it, Dariel. And your friend. But like I was saying, there are had been more protests against Shinra. Our rivaling electric company, Square Electronics have been corrupting our Mako Reactors. There had been a few bombings and it needs to stop. Luise Langhorn, President of Square Electronics is behind it I know that." He said. A plump man wearing a mustard yellow suit waved his hand. "How do we know that, Augustice. You know we can't just do anything against Langhorn without any proof." He said. President Shinra pulled out a long silver case and opened it.

Inside was a cigar which he took out and lit it. "Who said we didn't have proof, Palmer? Of course we have proof. Our special elite team, the Turks were sent to Gongonga and they had captured a terrorist there setting a bomb. They had questioned the terrorist many times until he caved in and admitted the whole thing. Toulouse, do you have the tape we can listen to?" he asked looking down the table.

Vincent looked at everyone to see who his boss was but to his surprise, Dariel stood up and reached into his inside pocket of his jacket. "Yes, Mr. President. I have the tape. I had Beck make four copies just like you requested." He said pulling out a small recorder. Vincent was too shocked. All that time, Dariel was his boss! And Dariel just went along with it. He felt very embarrassed. Dariel held up the recorder and pushed the play button. There were cries of pain coming from the recorder.

"Listen to me, Mr. Bowie! We want to know who hired you to set those bombs! If you don't tell us now, your going to be losing all of your fingers, then your hand then your arm! Now tell us!"

"God! Alright! It's Luis Langhorn! He hired us all! He was paying us well to do it!"

Dariel pressed the stop button with a loud click and slid it back into his pocket. He sat back down only catching a glimpse of the look on Vincent's face. Vincent was trying not to look horrorifed or shocked. But his eyes betrayed him. No one else seemed to notice though. Dariel smiled at him. "Sorry you had to hear that." He whispered as President Shinra began talking again. Vincent blinked at looked at him. "Huh? Oh. That sort of work doesn't bother me. Not at all. It's just, I didn't know you were….uh…." He paused. Dariel lightly laughed and shook his head. "Oh. Sorry about that too. It was just amusing watching you talk like that." He said. Vincent laughed softly and nodded.

President Shinra noticed this and stopped talking. "Is there something amusing to you?" He asked. Both Vincent and Dariel looked up letting their smiles vanish quickly. Dariel recovered quickly. "No, sir. Forgive me. I was just telling Valentine something funny that is all. It is my fault." He said. Vincent slunked in his chair a bit. He didn't want Dariel taking all the blame. He was going to open his mouth to take apart of it but he felt Dariel grabbed his arm and give it a light squeeze to shut him up. So Vincent didn't say anything.

President Shinra sighed looking annoyed. "Now if your done telling jokes and being funny, Toulouse, I would like you to run the mission. Here is the file." He said sliding a folder across the table towards Dariel. Dariel caught it just in time before it slid right off the table. He picked it up and opened it up. His eyes danced over the words on a paper. Vincent just looked straight not daring to see what was the mission. He glanced sidewards a few times. Dariel had a stoney look. There was no emotion in his eyes or his face.

He slowly closed the file and set it down. His eyes rose and looked straight at the President. President Shinra was sitting back and smoking his cigar. A thick cloud of smoke floated around him. It made him look like a demon looking through mist. "Will you be ready for tonight?" He asked coolly. Dariel folded his arms. "Yes, sir. I understand and we will take care of it tonight." He said in a stoic way. President Shinra's eyes went to Vincent. "I want you to gather a team of Turks and I'll leave the planning to you. Meeting adjourned." He said.

Dariel stood quickly. Vincent followed and hurried after him. Dariel went down the hall and stopped. He rubbed his eyes. "Man, I hate these type of jobs." He muttered. Vincent stopped next to him. "What is it, Mr. Toulouse?" He asked. Dariel looked at him. "Just Dariel, kay? And there's a job for us tonight. We're to assassinate the entire Langhorn family." He said. Vincent looked serious now. "Well, I guess we better do it." He said. Dariel nodded. "Yes. I guess your right, Valentine. The job goes down at 9:00 tonight. We better gather the others now and doing a briefing." He said. Vincent nodded.

Later they were in the meeting room with more members of the Turks. There were at least ten. Including Vincent and Dariel. Dariel was explaining the whole mission to everyone. "Tonight, we are to go to the eastside of Kalm where The Langhorn Mansion is. Langhorn has a large mass of land there. We are to secure the perimeter, get rid of the guards that surround the area. Then sneak in the mansion. At 9:00 is the Langhorn's dinner time. They will be in the dining room eating. A few of us will strike there. We will take out the body guards first then we will assassinate the family." He said.

He handed a young lady a bunch of files. "Each of you will receive files of the family and the info on them and a map of the house. Look them over carefully." He said. The woman began handing the files out. Vincent took the one she gave him and immediately opened it to see what they were up against. His eyes hardened on what he saw. There were five family members in the Langhorn clan. Luis Langhorn, age 37. Dyanne Langhorn, age 34, his wife. Their oldest son, Xander, age 17. Their middle daughter, Rhonda, age 15 and their youngst child, Henri, age 6. Vincent looked over the map of the house. He let out a sigh. This would be his first mission to kill a child.

That night, Vincent was with Dariel. They had taken cars to Kalm and were sitting in their position. Dariel, Vincent and two Turks, Rodger and Jacek were to sneak in and kill the family. The others were going to take out the guards. It had started to rain. Thunder and lightening in the sky.

Vincent was sitting in the passenger seat of Dariel's car. Both staring at the big building waiting for the call. Dariel had ordered for the Turks to take out the guards first then alert them. The rain was pounding against the windshield. Vincent was loading his gun and making sure he had enough ammo. Dariel looked at him when Vincent dropped some bullets. Vincent swore silently and picked them up. He heaved a huge sigh and loaded them in.

Dariel looked away. "You've never killed a kid before, have you?" He asked. Vincent looked at him. He was quiet for a minute then looked away. "No. Never. I really never wanted to. But if it is our orders then I guess we have to." He said. Dariel looked at him again. He studied Vincent for a minute. "You know what? Don't kill the kids. Leave them to me and the others. You just take out the body guards, alright?" He said. Vincent looked at him. He stared back at Dariel. "Have you?" He asked.

His leader looked out his window at his own reflection. "Yes. I have killed a child before. And I'm not proud of it. I guarentee you that." He said. He then reached into his shirt pulling something out and holding it. Vincent tilted his head. "What's that?" He asked. Dariel didn't look at him. He just held it up so Vincent could see. It was a silver cross. "I was raised in a monastry. My parents were murdered and monks took me in. Before a mission when I have to kill someone, I pull it out and beg for forgivence of God. I hardly doubt that he would forgive a monster like me though." He said.

Vincent squinted his eyes and his mouth opened a little. "Monster?" He asked. Dariel nodded slightly. "I kill because I'm ordered to. Not because I want to. I kill people like I have no feelings. That is what makes a Turk. A Turk can not feel, Vincent. That is what I learned. They can not love, hate, fear anything." He said. Vincent tilted his head. "No love? But love is above all, isn't it? Love is like oxygen. Love is a many splendoured thing, love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love." He said. Dariel laughed softly. He shook his head. "You are very unusual man, Vincent. Your right. Love is everything in the world. I wish it could be simple." He said. Vincent nodded with a sigh.

"Sir, we have secured the area. Your free to go in." came the call.

Dariel sighed and reached into his jacket. He pulled out a long rod. "Well, let's go." He said opening the door. Vincent followed him. Rodger and Jacek hurried up. All four of them walked towards the mansion. Dariel stuffed one hand into his pocket and examined the house. He went up to the door and tried it. It was locked. With a nod he turned towards his team.

"We don't want to cause a commotion. Not just yet. There is an open window over to our left. Sneak in without being caught and unlock the back door. We'll meet you back there. If you have trouble, fire your gun twice and we will come help you, locked door or not." He said. Vincent nodded.

He went over to the open window and peered through to make sure there was no one in the room. It was empty. He quietly climbed in and crouched low when he heard someone passing the room. He gripped his gun tightly. Water dripped from the ends of his hair. He narrowed his blue eyes and stood straight. He stalked to the door and looked out into the hall. It was deserted. The dining room was only across from the room where he was. He could see the light under the door. He could hear the family laughing merrily. Vincent stalked down the hallway towards the back door where Dariel and the other two were waiting. He looked into each open door just to be cautious. He finally reached the door and quickly unlocked it. Dariel pushed it quietly open. "Good job, Vincent. Now let's finish this." He said.

The four went towards the dining room stopping outside it. Dariel pressed his ear against it to listen. No one spoke for a long time. Dariel finally turned and looked at his comrads. "Alright. This is it. We better make this quick before anyone could say anything. Vincent, you take out the body guards quickly. Leave the family to us." He said. Vincent nodded. Dariel pressed a button on the rod and suddenly a long thin energy source poured out. Vincent recognized it as a Mako energy whip. So Dariel fought with whips. He tightened his grip on the gun in his hand.

Dariel looked at him. "Kick the door and start firing." He said. Vincent nodded. He faced the door and took a deep breath. With all his might, he kicked the door. The doors burst open with a loud bang. Screams filled the air as everyone in the room jumped. Vincent burst into the room and took a quick look at the body guards and fired. Down they went. Dariel, Rodger and Jacek hurried in after him. The Langhorn family were screaming and yelling. Dariel swung his whip over his head and gave it a quick snap. The energy whip wrapped around Langhorn's neck and he gave it a hard jerk. The whip broke his neck killing him. Rodger grabbed Mrs. Langhorn and twisted her head doing the same. Jacek fired his gun at Xander shooting him in the chest. Vincent was shooting at body guards that were running towards the room. Apparently the other Turks missed a few body guards.

Suddenly someone bowled right into him knocking him off his feet and making him land on his back. "Vincent! The girl! She's getting away! Get her!" Rodger yelled taking over for Vincent. Vincent quickly got to his feet and chased after the girl. She was running up the stairs towards the second floor. Vincent darted up the stairs after her. Rhonda screamed as she went. She ran into a room and slammed it shut just as Vincent rushed towards her. Vincent grabbed the doorknob and tried to open the door but it was locked.

With a loud curse he stepped back and kicked it open. He could hear Rhonda screaming with the youngest child. They were trying to open the window. Vincent stepped into the room. The girl spun around and cried out. To her, Vincent looked like a tall demon from hell. A demon in a blue suit.

She grabbed her little brother and tried to shield him. "No! Please have mercy! Please!" She screamed. Vincent just glared and rose his gun. He fired and shot her in the chest. He kept firing. Not stopping until his gun was out of bullets. Both Langhorn kids were dead and lying in their blood.

Vincent hadn't noticed but their blood and spurted and some of it flew onto him. His chest was heaving now. His mouth fell open as he stared at the two dead bodies. He lowered his gun and stared. His body was trembling. His skin paler than usual. Vincent had killed two children. He stepped towards the bodies and bent down beside them.

His hand trembling as he reached out and touched the 15 year old girl's face. "I'm sorry. I am a monster." He whispered. He heard someone enter behind him so he stood and turned around. It was Dariel. Dariel was holding his shoulder. There was blood drizzling from under his hand. Vincent looked from the wound to Dariel's face. "What happened?" He asked. Dariel looked at his wound and shook his head. "Ah, don't worry about it. Just a guard with a knife. We need to get out of here." He said. Vincent nodded solemly. He followed Dariel out of the room stopping once looking back. He could feel vomit rising in his stomach. He felt sick of what he just did. Those words echoed in his mind. "No! Please have mercy! Please!" The girl had yelled.

Dariel lead his team out of the house where everyone else was waiting. Vincent staggered down the steps having to grip the railing so he wouldn't fall. His mouth felt sour and wet. He wiped his mouth a few times before his eyes went wide and he spun away from everyone's view. He threw up in the garden his hands pressed against the wall. He could hear his blood pounding in his head. He threw up four times before he stopped. He gasped for breath as he pressed his forehead against the bricks.

He felt someone touch his back making him turn his head. Dariel looked at him with concern. The others were staring or talking to each other. "You alright, Vincent?" Dariel asked. Vincent wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "I'll be alright." He whispered. Dariel sighed. "I'm sorry you had to do that." He said. Vincent ran his hand through his hair as he stood up straight. "I've just never killed a child before." He said. Dariel nodded. "I understand." He said. He kept his hand on Vincent's back. He looked at everyone else. "Let's head back to Midgar." He said. Everyone nodded and took off.

Vincent turned around and looked at Dariel. Dariel was facing the house. A sad look in his eyes. He had his hands stuffed into his pockets. He then pulled them out and tossed a small flower down on the lawn. Then he made a cross across his chest. He turned around and looked at Vincent. He faintly smiled and nodded towards the car. The two walked back. "Well, guess we better head out." He said. Vincent was quiet as they climbed into the car. Dariel started to drive back towards the city.

They were quiet most of the way. Dariel broke the silence. "I never like those missions. I hate them. You going to be alright?" He asked. Vincent nodded. "I'll be fine after a nights rest." He said quietly. Dariel nodded. He pressed his hand against his mouth as he drove and was quiet for a minute. He then looked at Vincent. "Vincent, do you sing?" He asked. Vincent blinked and looked at him in surprise. "Excuse me?" He asked. Dariel waved his hand. "I'm sorry for asking. But I was just wondering. Can you sing?" He asked.

Vincent titled his head as he thought about the question. "Yeah. Once in awhile I do. Why?" He asked. Dariel stared off. "I was just wondering. Sing something." He said. Vincent looked uneasy. "Sing? I'm afraid I haven't sang anything for a while. So I'm not good." He said. Dariel shrugged. "It's alright. Just sing something. Maybe it'll help my headache go away or something." He said. Vincent smirked uneasily. "Or make it worst." He added. Dariel just waved his hand. "Just sing something. That's all you have to do. Anything that comes to your mind." He said. Vincent looked out the window. He thought of only one song. A song that his mother sang to him when he was little. Before she was killed. He sighed and began to say the worlds.

"My gift is my song.
And this one's for you.
And you can tell everybody,
that this is your song.
It maybe quite simple.
But now that it's done.
Hope you don't mind.
I hope you don't mind.
That I put down in words.
How wonderful life is
now that your in the world."

He recited. Dariel looked at him. "What's that?" He asked curiously. Vincent looked at him. "A song my mother taught me. She used to sing it to me before I went to sleep. When I was a child." He said. Dariel smiled. "I like it. You know, your quite talented, Vincent. You can sing, shoot guns, and play with magic easily. Amazing. Not many has such talent like your's." He said. Vincent shrugged. "I doubt that." He said. Dariel grinned.

They pulled up to Vincent's apartment which not too far from the Headquarters in the Sector 1 plate. Vincent looked at Dariel. "Thanks for the lift. I really appreciate it." He said. Dariel nodded. "Don't worry about it, Vince. I'll see you tomorrow at the Headquarters. Most likely Shinra'll want to congradulate on a good day's work." He said. Vincent pushed open the car. "Yeah. Right." He said. Dariel leaned forward. "Hey, don't beat yourself up about what happened. It just happened." He said. Vincent nodded. He knew those kids were going to die anyways. Either by him or Dariel. Or the other two. "Night." He said climbing out and closing the door. He watched Dariel pull away and drive off. Then he went inside to take a shower then get some sleep.

A/N: The next chapter will be up very soon. It will get much better after this, I promise. Review