I wrote my first FF7 fan fiction back in 1998, and I am really glad to see
that after five years, the fan following for this amazing game is just as
strong as always. This helped me to get this idea up and going in the first
place.
It also seems that the loyal Vincent fans are willing to support yet
another story about him. However, this is by no means, the "common" Vincent
story that we see so often. I am working extra hard to make this something
that (I hope) will be completely different from anything ells the readers
have seen, both in terms of writing form, depth, plot, and
characterization.
So, it is with great pleasure, that I present to all you readers out there,
the first chapter of "The Gunslinger".
-Bojack
THE GUNSLINGER
Chapter One: First Impressions
Vincent reached the archway with the sign that read: "Nibleheim" on it in big, dark blue letters. He recalled the days when this place was just a little, out-of-the-way town surrounded by mountains. Vincent dismissed the frivolity of the sign hanging over his as he passed underneath in and entered the town. He passed by the spot where the old, rusty, broken-down car was, now there was a completely different one, this one looked like it worked, it must have been one of those gas powered ones.
He further observed that the small town had seemingly doubled in size during the last ten years or so (as he could remember). The old, cottages were gone and modern looking houses had been built in place of them. Though, he could still see the old Shin-Ra mansion, it was fixed up and spruced up with grass and nice little gardens, but it was still essentially the same. He looked over towards Setzer, who just made a little chirp in response. "I know Setzer, it's different, I don't like it either." He said with a sigh as he and the beast seemed to silently agree with one another.
He dismounted Setzer and quietly made his way down the smooth stone paved streets to the large fountain in the middle of the town square; stopping, he surveyed the area to get his bearings of the place. After spotting his destination, he carefully led Setzer along by his reigns, making sure to avoid all the little children that were running about and playing without a care in the world.
Vincent tried to reflect on his own childhood, but it was one of the things that had dulled away from his mind to the point of being nothing but a mere blur in his life, it felt as if he had never really had a childhood sometimes, he wondered if he would just eventually loose all of the memories from the life that was torn away from him so savagely. It was then that he felt the presence of the small locket that Lucrettia had given him when he had visited the cave with the others, so long ago; the small metal object offered the only comfort he could find these days, and some times even that wasn't enough. He started to feel a pang in his heart, he wasn't sure whether it was something pleasant our painful, he had become so desensitized to feeling emotions, that he had great difficulty in distinguishing the scant few emotions that passed through his heart and that were enough for him to notice them . God, it seemed so long ago, how long had it been. it felt like centuries, but it was reckoned in terms of decades, Cloud and Tifa were probably grandparents now, maybe he'd go and visit them. He thought to himself.
Vincent made sure to ignore the strange looks his presence was eliciting from the crowd of onlookers. He was far too accustomed to the fact that he stuck out in amongst all the others to let it bother him anymore. Besides, he was far too old and experienced to feel self conscience over these things. He had realized long ago that what the majority of people perceived as normal was something in a category that he did not fall into, which was perfectly fine to him.
He arrived at the clinic that was run by the doctor he knew. Maybe he could help him some how. he thought. So, after tying Setzer's reigns to the horizontal bar near the entrance to the building, he proceeded into the office building with a word to any of the people who were gaping at him right now.
The building was two stories tall and built in traditional red bricks with glass windows. The sign next to the door read: "James Sortely- Physician".
***
The young redheaded secretary almost jumped when she saw the tall man in the blood red cloak walk in, he looked like a damn vampire or some other king of bogey that she might see in some clichéd horror film. She looked him over and observed the steel-clad left hand, the iron tipped boots, the long raven colored hair and his strange blood red eyes. "God! Why do all the weirdoes have to come during my shift, if it isn't one thing, it's another. Today it's 'Count Dracula'." She thought to her self in frustration, rubbing her temples while she was at it. Working in a clinic way out in the country was stressful enough, but having to handle all the bizarre patients was just too much for her.
Vincent observed the simple white-was walls and the various water color paintings on the walls. There was a hat and coat rack in one corner and an old, worn couch against the left wall of the room, there was a coffee table and a few other things, but nothing really out of the ordinary. He then saw the secretary, who was sitting behind her desk located near the entrance. He approached her, seeing her obvious discomfort in his unusual presence. He was used to people being uncomfortable around him, and, deep down, he did sort of enjoy the knowledge that he could still unnerve people so well after so many years.
"D-do you have an a-appointment?" She finally managed to ask him, after some viable apprehension that was plain to see on her face. Vincent shrugged his shoulders. "I'm here on a surprise visit." Vincent remarked in a restrained tone of voice. "I'm a 'friend' of Dr. Sortely." He then added after thinking for a moment. "Really." The young woman replied skeptically. "What's your name then?" She then asked in a slightly impertinent tone of voice. "Vincent Valentine." Vincent said simply in response; waiting to see how she reacted to the news of who he was. The woman sputtered to perfect awareness and almost yelped in surprise, but instead, reached for the intercom on her desk. Pushing a button on it, she spoke into it in a suppressed, uneasy tone. "Dr. Sortely, there's a man here who says he's _Vincent Valentine_!" She said nervously into the speaker.
"What?!" Came the response from the other end of the line. "Are you sure? I'll be right in." Said the voice. And, in secants, the door on the other end of the room flew open and an older looking man with graying hair and glasses stepped out, a nervous look was apparent on his face at the moment. The Doctor looked him over, carefully scrutinizing him in detail. "So, it is you, Vincent, please come into my office." Sortely said, ushering Vincent into the room with him. He then turned to the Secretary. "Vicky, make sure that the two of us aren't disturbed while we are talking." He instructed the young woman calmly.
"Yes, of course, Dr. Sortely." She said uneasily.
Vincent started to proceed on into the office room, but stopped just before the door way and turned to face the woman once again. He then proceeded to say something.
"Boo!"
This was all it took, the young woman practically jumped in her seat and unintentionally leaned too far backwards in her swivel chair and then it happened- the chair tipped over and she came crashing down with and unceremonious THUD! Vicky pulled her self back up and looked over her desk to see that the office door had already closed. She swore to herself quietly as she tried to smooth out her skirt and her hair. "Damnit, it always happens to me!" She said in frustration. "It's always something!" She said, and then put her chair right side up and plopped back down in it and closed her eyes tightly so that she wouldn't have to deal with anyone ells.
A rare smile played its way across his face as he watched with satisfaction at how high strung the woman was in his presence. And, with a swish of his cape, he stepped into the office, leaving the confused woman to sort things out for herself.
~End of Chapter One~
Well, this chapter was rather lighthearted, and I know that I still haven't really gone into much detail about what's really bothering Vince, but I promise that that will be in the next chapter. The next chapter will be entitled "The Diagnosis".
See ya,
-Bojack727
-Bojack
THE GUNSLINGER
Chapter One: First Impressions
Vincent reached the archway with the sign that read: "Nibleheim" on it in big, dark blue letters. He recalled the days when this place was just a little, out-of-the-way town surrounded by mountains. Vincent dismissed the frivolity of the sign hanging over his as he passed underneath in and entered the town. He passed by the spot where the old, rusty, broken-down car was, now there was a completely different one, this one looked like it worked, it must have been one of those gas powered ones.
He further observed that the small town had seemingly doubled in size during the last ten years or so (as he could remember). The old, cottages were gone and modern looking houses had been built in place of them. Though, he could still see the old Shin-Ra mansion, it was fixed up and spruced up with grass and nice little gardens, but it was still essentially the same. He looked over towards Setzer, who just made a little chirp in response. "I know Setzer, it's different, I don't like it either." He said with a sigh as he and the beast seemed to silently agree with one another.
He dismounted Setzer and quietly made his way down the smooth stone paved streets to the large fountain in the middle of the town square; stopping, he surveyed the area to get his bearings of the place. After spotting his destination, he carefully led Setzer along by his reigns, making sure to avoid all the little children that were running about and playing without a care in the world.
Vincent tried to reflect on his own childhood, but it was one of the things that had dulled away from his mind to the point of being nothing but a mere blur in his life, it felt as if he had never really had a childhood sometimes, he wondered if he would just eventually loose all of the memories from the life that was torn away from him so savagely. It was then that he felt the presence of the small locket that Lucrettia had given him when he had visited the cave with the others, so long ago; the small metal object offered the only comfort he could find these days, and some times even that wasn't enough. He started to feel a pang in his heart, he wasn't sure whether it was something pleasant our painful, he had become so desensitized to feeling emotions, that he had great difficulty in distinguishing the scant few emotions that passed through his heart and that were enough for him to notice them . God, it seemed so long ago, how long had it been. it felt like centuries, but it was reckoned in terms of decades, Cloud and Tifa were probably grandparents now, maybe he'd go and visit them. He thought to himself.
Vincent made sure to ignore the strange looks his presence was eliciting from the crowd of onlookers. He was far too accustomed to the fact that he stuck out in amongst all the others to let it bother him anymore. Besides, he was far too old and experienced to feel self conscience over these things. He had realized long ago that what the majority of people perceived as normal was something in a category that he did not fall into, which was perfectly fine to him.
He arrived at the clinic that was run by the doctor he knew. Maybe he could help him some how. he thought. So, after tying Setzer's reigns to the horizontal bar near the entrance to the building, he proceeded into the office building with a word to any of the people who were gaping at him right now.
The building was two stories tall and built in traditional red bricks with glass windows. The sign next to the door read: "James Sortely- Physician".
***
The young redheaded secretary almost jumped when she saw the tall man in the blood red cloak walk in, he looked like a damn vampire or some other king of bogey that she might see in some clichéd horror film. She looked him over and observed the steel-clad left hand, the iron tipped boots, the long raven colored hair and his strange blood red eyes. "God! Why do all the weirdoes have to come during my shift, if it isn't one thing, it's another. Today it's 'Count Dracula'." She thought to her self in frustration, rubbing her temples while she was at it. Working in a clinic way out in the country was stressful enough, but having to handle all the bizarre patients was just too much for her.
Vincent observed the simple white-was walls and the various water color paintings on the walls. There was a hat and coat rack in one corner and an old, worn couch against the left wall of the room, there was a coffee table and a few other things, but nothing really out of the ordinary. He then saw the secretary, who was sitting behind her desk located near the entrance. He approached her, seeing her obvious discomfort in his unusual presence. He was used to people being uncomfortable around him, and, deep down, he did sort of enjoy the knowledge that he could still unnerve people so well after so many years.
"D-do you have an a-appointment?" She finally managed to ask him, after some viable apprehension that was plain to see on her face. Vincent shrugged his shoulders. "I'm here on a surprise visit." Vincent remarked in a restrained tone of voice. "I'm a 'friend' of Dr. Sortely." He then added after thinking for a moment. "Really." The young woman replied skeptically. "What's your name then?" She then asked in a slightly impertinent tone of voice. "Vincent Valentine." Vincent said simply in response; waiting to see how she reacted to the news of who he was. The woman sputtered to perfect awareness and almost yelped in surprise, but instead, reached for the intercom on her desk. Pushing a button on it, she spoke into it in a suppressed, uneasy tone. "Dr. Sortely, there's a man here who says he's _Vincent Valentine_!" She said nervously into the speaker.
"What?!" Came the response from the other end of the line. "Are you sure? I'll be right in." Said the voice. And, in secants, the door on the other end of the room flew open and an older looking man with graying hair and glasses stepped out, a nervous look was apparent on his face at the moment. The Doctor looked him over, carefully scrutinizing him in detail. "So, it is you, Vincent, please come into my office." Sortely said, ushering Vincent into the room with him. He then turned to the Secretary. "Vicky, make sure that the two of us aren't disturbed while we are talking." He instructed the young woman calmly.
"Yes, of course, Dr. Sortely." She said uneasily.
Vincent started to proceed on into the office room, but stopped just before the door way and turned to face the woman once again. He then proceeded to say something.
"Boo!"
This was all it took, the young woman practically jumped in her seat and unintentionally leaned too far backwards in her swivel chair and then it happened- the chair tipped over and she came crashing down with and unceremonious THUD! Vicky pulled her self back up and looked over her desk to see that the office door had already closed. She swore to herself quietly as she tried to smooth out her skirt and her hair. "Damnit, it always happens to me!" She said in frustration. "It's always something!" She said, and then put her chair right side up and plopped back down in it and closed her eyes tightly so that she wouldn't have to deal with anyone ells.
A rare smile played its way across his face as he watched with satisfaction at how high strung the woman was in his presence. And, with a swish of his cape, he stepped into the office, leaving the confused woman to sort things out for herself.
~End of Chapter One~
Well, this chapter was rather lighthearted, and I know that I still haven't really gone into much detail about what's really bothering Vince, but I promise that that will be in the next chapter. The next chapter will be entitled "The Diagnosis".
See ya,
-Bojack727