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I hate my classroom, I hate the people (well most of them) in my homeroom and I hate my teachers. I've been told that I can't transfer yet everyone else seems to be able to. The guy I have feelings for is ignoring me, my two best friends are excluding me in everything they do and my closest friend (who I thought knew me) claimed that I was a lesbian. (not that that's a bad thing. It just hurts because I thought she knew me) –sigh- life sucks.

Dreaming of A Hopeless Battle

"Vincent! Get to the center!" Cid chucked the dagger to a whirling cape, then continued to fight for his life against the freakish army. Moments after Tifa had spotted the odd grouping of blue glow; Nanaki heard the slightest clank behind them. Spinning around, an army of some humans and some decayed skeletons, all dead, stared upon them with death filled gawks.

The Chronos book's calligraphy was written in some kind of lost script, and Nanaki not having enough time between Tammy and Vincent's eagerness to translate most of it, they were left to discover the unseen surprises on their own. As the ancient defense attacked mercilessly, AVALANCHE realized that they could not be killed. I mean, how do you kill something that's already been killed?

While our heroes were falling weaker and more injured, the fighters of the temple resumed combating in a drunken fury and rage. Another catapult flung a rock, hitting the dome around the battle, which shook with pain, threatening to collapse. However, six raised stones, almost like a tombstone, around the circular edge illuminated brightly and any damage to the shield encasing the temple would mend. Even though the submarine already crushed one of the original six, the protection seemed to be doing all right without it.

A shuriken smashed into one of Yuffie's opponents, turning on her heel, she faced her next two. There were too many of them, no matter what the young adult would do, they'd constantly stand back up. Her body was feeling the effects of fatigue. Dropping to her knees, a mace made contact with her shoulder, successfully destroying it.

Cid and Nanaki were working together, both not with much more of a victory than Yuffie. Swinging madly at them with his spear, Nanaki was behind him, was lunging at the bones and bits of flesh. Regardless of how vigorous their defense was, the two were engulfed into the crowd.

Tifa and Vincent were split from Yuffie when they were surprised by the spontaneous assault. Spinning into a roundhouse kick, the talented combatant tried her best to cover Vincent as he made his way to the patterned tiles. With the light that the undead military was radiating, the flashlights they had equipped with them were null and useless.

The slinger's weapons were ineffectual when it came to shooting at bones, unless he was close enough to hit them with the hilt. "Vince!!"

Claret eyes and a gloved hand reached for him as they were pushed in different directions by the masses. Whipping out his Death Penalty, Valentine knew he had no other option now that the martial artist was separated from him. Only five minutes in his haste to shove his way through the living corpses, an axe swung out from no where and knocked his gun away.

Now running, well as much as running as he could through to density, Vincent could feel Chaos roar with anxiousness, wanting to be freed with every gash, slash and hit he bordered. This should be it. Looking down at his feet, he saw an altered design of stone. Yet, as he stared intently at it, he couldn't find a crack or hole to place the dagger in. One of the few things that Nanaki managed to translate was that the Aiya Dagger was meant to be slipped into a crack or hole of some sort in the very center of the temple. But where was it now?!

Hope was quickly ebbing away, he fell on his fours after his bruised and bloody body couldn't take another beat from the haunted forms around him. There was nothing but sealed rock in front of him, lying under him.

Crimson juices dripped from Vincent's various wounds, though his vision was blurred and unreliable, the gunman watched as the floor drank his blood. The hard pieces began to move away, revealing the slot he needed. A place to slip in the dagger.

He reached for the small knife in his belt but a sword came slicing down and left a deep laceration in his forearm. Through the sting and the burn, he could only think of the cause, Lucretia. His hand shook ferociously as a foot stomped down onto his back and another one kicked his ribs. But, the moment the blade was placed completely into the crack, a hush replaced the sounds of battle.

Lifting his head, he saw everyone else also watching in awe as his or her enemies' broken bodies dissolved into a dark red liquid. It slithered like snakes towards the middle and seeped around the mystical knife. They'd received the 'Blood of A Thousand Years'. After the glow had completely disappeared and darkness suffocated them, cheers from his comrades could be heard. However, Vincent had long lost consciousness.

"Vincent Valentine? Pay attention, you silly boy." Lifting his heavy lids, he saw nothing of the temple, instead he gaped at a church with no people and a woman dressed in white. A veil hid her face but he could see her dark locks and beautiful body. He was dressed in a dashing tux facing the bride. Turning to his left, he was staring into the eyes of… of… Drake? Donny? No… that wasn't it. Ah. Yes. David. He worked with him in his days as a Turk. Dear Dave, he was so determined to quit the tainted business and become a minister someday. Seemed like he achieved his dream…

"Are… we ready to continue?" The groom could think of no answer except for a curt nod. "Good. Now, uh… Oh yes, I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride."

Tilting her head up, he still couldn't figure out who it was. Could it be Tifa? That'd be… bliss. Or was it Lucretia? That would be most lovely. So… who was it?

Her whisper, only a breath away from him, demanded attention, despite her passive tone. "It only matters… Who do you want me to be?"

Vin's mouth opened but his mind couldn't conjure up anything to say. Suddenly, a gush of water slapped him in the face, waking him from his dream. He was on the cold ground of the Ares Temple, Tammy and entire crewmembers was outside of the sub and surrounding him.

"Damn, kid! I thought we fucking lost you." He noted, with slight interest, that a deep cut above Cid's right eyebrow was stitched up. He held one of Tammy's water bottles in his hand.

"How… long have I been unconscious?" Cid and Chris helped Vincent stand, during the act, he realized why. At the very least, one of his ribs had been snapped.

"Maybe an hour. Maybe two." Yuffie winced excruciatingly when Tifa limped by and scarcely brushed her left shoulder, which was tied up into a scarf-made-sling. The Highwind's captain continued to clutch his ace-eyed friend, almost afraid that if he let go, he'd fall and die.

"We seem to be stuck." Nanaki was laying behind some anonymous workers, who shuffled away so AVALANCHE could look at each other as they spoke. "The submarine would get into the temple because it had water for the propellers to push against. Now. We have nothing but air."

The submarine would not move without water and it was now laying lifeless on the edge of the temple. They didn't have enough people to push it nor did they have any machine that could move it.

"Isn't there… like a Materia we can use?" Lockheart looked around the swarm of people.

"There's no Materia strong enough to move a thing that size… or that heavy." Everyone seemed to become more hopeless at Tammy's reply, except for Vincent.

"So… water is our last option?" Albeit the monotone, the glitter of wisdom was shining in the gunslinger's eyes.

"… Yes…" The submarine driver seemed skeptical of his idea, even before she knew what it was.

"Give me my gun and get in the ship."

"…" His team members said nothing.

"Well! You heard the man!" Quickly straightening at the shrill cry of order from Tammy, one of her men ran off to find the missing weapon while the rest helped everyone into the ship.

Once getting a good shot at his target, Vincent stood at the entrance and aimed at the first of the six stones that had magically repaired the bubble before. A tiny tug pulled on his lips.

Instead of waiting, the moment the bullets had left his gun and crashed into the glowing rocks and stones, he ran to beat the water that was flooding in. Going down into the monstrous brigantine, he turned the wheel and sealed the crushing blue out.

Minutes later, Vincent relaxed on one of the beds, waiting to resurface and head to a hospital for some treatment… Shit… I hate hospitals. Heavy boots clunked in the hallway, Tifa walked by and gave him a quick smile. They were once again on good terms he supposed. Out of nowhere, Vincent felt chilled, no; frozen… it felt like something bad was going to happen.

I'm sorry that this chapter sucks. -.- For the last while (during the time I didn't update) I was wracking my brain trying to find an idea but my search was fruitless. Some of my friends even suggested I have someone get eaten by a shark... . Hopefully you won'y absolutely HATE me for my devastating garbage that I call a chapter. I'll REALLY try REALLY hard on the next chapter. Is there like a Tylenol or Advil I can ingest for Writer's Block???