Well, after reading the reviews for the story so far, I am glad to see that
the readers are enjoying it. I was initially somewhat apprehensive to post
this fic, but now I feel comfortable with continuing it.
-Bojack727
THE GUNSLINGER
Chapter Three: Settling In.
***
Vincent road atop his trusty Black Chocobo, Setzer, towards the Sullivan Boarding House; this was the place that Dr. Sortely had recommended. He dismounted his ride and tied Setzer up to the rail near the entrance; he started to head towards that house but then decided to remove his claw just so as not to alarm anyone, and made his way up the steps.
The house was of an older design; built from sturdy oaken wood and pained in a light blue color. It was two stories with an arched roof. The whole structure was trimmed in off-white and gray-green colors. There were flower beds on either side of the steps and porch and neatly trimmed bushes running along the rest of the outside of the house.
Vincent walked up the steps, onto the covered porch, past the dusty porch swing and up to the front door. He notices a little sign by the door saying: "Mrs. M. Sullivan's Boarding House, please inquire inside."
He pressed the little brass button and listened as the doorbell sounded and then she heard a shuffle of feet nearing the door. It opened quickly and Vincent was greeted the image of a young man, almost his height, who appeared to be about seventeen or eighteen. The 'boy' had thick red hair that hung down his face in random bangs. He was wearing a gray cap on his head and a pair of faded blue jeans and a worn leather coat over a white button-up shirt.
"Yes, can I help you.? Oh my god, it's you!" He started but then exclaimed as recognized the dark visage of the man standing before him and ran off towards the large barn off to the side of the house. Vincent flinched slightly and felt a bead of sweat run down his for head. "."
Then, a woman appeared; she had long blond hair that hung down along the sides of her face and down her back. She had on a white blouse and a dark blue dress that came down to just above her ankles. She looked at him for a moment and sneered, but then approached him spoke. "Sir, can I help you?" She asked in a polite, business-like tone of voice. Vincent took a deep breath; he started to introduce himself but decided to give a different last name so as not to cause trouble. "Hello, I am Vincent Peterson, and I would like to rent one of your rooms for a couple of months while I'm staying in town." Vincent said. The woman smiled. "Yes, come in." She said as she ushered him into the house. Vincent nodded and followed her inside.
***
Vincent took a seat in the din across from the woman who had brought him inside.
"Welcome Mr. Peterson, I am Marian Sullivan." She said as she held out her hand and shook his. She briefly took in his features; he had long black hair and dark red eyes and pale skin, he was dressed in black suit with a red cloak. His face seemed sort of tired on the inside and he seemed to be almost concealing something dark inside. "Now, as for your request for a room, it is two hundred Gil a week and meals are included three times a day." She informed him.
Vincent leaned back. "That sounds fare, but if you could, I'd prefer to have the meals brought to my room, I'll pay extra in necessary." He added. "I believe I can make arrangements for that, Gillium can bring them to you." Marian replied. "Gillium?" Vincent asked. "Yes, my son, he's around here somewhere." She said looking around. Vincent then recalled the 'kid' he saw earlier. "Um yes, I think I, may have seen him earlier." Vincent remarked. "Well, then I'll have a talk with him about your meals." She said. The woman then stood up. "Come this way and I'll show you your room." She said as she began heading down the hallway. Vincent stood up and followed her down the hallway.
"The house is powered by electricity from the local generator, so you don't have to worry about Mako problems." Marian said as she brought him to the door. "Vincent smiled briefly as her words reminded him of his days with the "old gang". She removed a key from a pocket on her dress and opened the door.
Vincent stepped in and looked around. The room had a medium sized bed and a dresser drawer and a nice window on the other side of the room. Vincent smiled and turned back to face Marian. "This will be perfect." He said as he left to go get his things.
***
Gillium ran into the barn and was confronted by the sight of an occupied man in a pair of overalls. The brown skinned man looked up at him. "What is it, Gillium?" He asked, putting down his hammer. Gillium smiled and began to speak. "Scatz, you're not gonna believe who's here!" He exclaimed. "Who?" Scatz asked blandly. "Vincent Valentine, he's actually here!" Gillium explained. The black man jumped at the mention of the familiar name. "Vincent Valentine?!" He exclaimed. The two of them started talking when Gillium heard his mother call his name loudly. The young man jumped and took off towards the house.
***
A man standing outside the barn began making his way back towards the town. "Hmm, Vincent Valentine." The man said to himself.
***
Gillium entered the house through the front to the sight of his mother sitting in an armchair in the den. She looked up at him disapprovingly. "Gillium, I want to talk with you."
***
Vincent set his possessions down in on the floor and began to sort through them. He had many weapons with him: His 9mm Custom Pistol, "Quicksilver"; his prized "Death Penalty"; his two revolvers, a Lariat and a Winchester; his "Sniper CR" rifle; and both of his shot guns, the gas-powered automatic and the sawed of double barrel shot gun. He had Quicksilver and Death Penalty holstered to his side and the rest of his handguns were stored in a long rectangular box. The Sniper rifle was disassembled in a case with his sawed off shotgun. And, his automatic shotgun was in its carrying bag with the barrel detached to save space. He placed the guns in the drawer and then removed got to dealing with the pack that included the various odds and end he had acquired over the years.
***
Mrs. Sullivan looked at her son disapprovingly. "Now Gillium, it wasn't very nice of you to leave the house suddenly when you know I need you to help me with the renters." She said to him. Gillium's eyes grew wide as his mother mentioned the name of the new guest. "But Mom, that guy isn't Vincent 'Peterson', that guy was Vincent _Valentine_, the famous gunman." He said, stressing the last part. Mrs. Sullivan gasped.
***
Vincent turned around quickly as his door swung open suddenly and an angry Marian stepped in. He could see the frustration in her face. "Is something wrong, Mrs. Sullivan?" Vincent asked blandly.
The woman flared up and began speaking. "Don't take such a personal tone with me, you lied to me, you're not Vincent Peterson, you're Vincent Valentine!" She exclaimed. Vincent frowned. "I'm sorry, but I knew you wouldn't act any better if I was honest with you." He replied. "Of course, you're a gunman, or do you prefer to be called a 'shootist'?" She asked sarcastically. "Gunslinger will do." Vincent replied simply. "I don't want your kind around here, so you may leave, now!" She said in a flustered tone of voice. "I can't." Vincent replied simply. Marian's face started to turn red. "And why do you say that?!" She asked furiously.
"I'm dying." He replied simply, his face showing no emotion as he spoke. "I have cancer." He then added.
She clasped her hand over her mouth as she gasped. She trembled slightly as she looked at him.
***
Somewhere, outside the room, the jaw of an eavesdropping Gillium dropped.
He made his way out of the hall.
***
"I'm sorry." Marian replied, her eyes starting to tear up.
Vincent sighed and walked up to her. He placed his hand on her shoulder without really knowing why. "Mrs. Sullivan, I need a room from you, not you're tears, so please don't cry." He told the woman. She looked at him for a moment and then calmed down. "Alright then, you can stay, Mr. Valentine." She said. Vincent gave a rare smile. "Call me Vincent." He said to her. She smiled slightly. "Alright, Vincent." She replied.
~End of Chapter Three~
So, the third chapter is finished and I can say that you can expect the next one soon with all the awesome reviews I've been getting from you guys. I hope you guys liked the story so far, I know that not as much happened in this chapter, but I'm going to be introducing more characters and developing the main ones more in the next chapters (I don't know how many though). Any way, I can promise that this story will not let you guys down, it will be exciting and emotional and deep (I hope ~_~).
Later
-Bojack727
-Bojack727
THE GUNSLINGER
Chapter Three: Settling In.
***
Vincent road atop his trusty Black Chocobo, Setzer, towards the Sullivan Boarding House; this was the place that Dr. Sortely had recommended. He dismounted his ride and tied Setzer up to the rail near the entrance; he started to head towards that house but then decided to remove his claw just so as not to alarm anyone, and made his way up the steps.
The house was of an older design; built from sturdy oaken wood and pained in a light blue color. It was two stories with an arched roof. The whole structure was trimmed in off-white and gray-green colors. There were flower beds on either side of the steps and porch and neatly trimmed bushes running along the rest of the outside of the house.
Vincent walked up the steps, onto the covered porch, past the dusty porch swing and up to the front door. He notices a little sign by the door saying: "Mrs. M. Sullivan's Boarding House, please inquire inside."
He pressed the little brass button and listened as the doorbell sounded and then she heard a shuffle of feet nearing the door. It opened quickly and Vincent was greeted the image of a young man, almost his height, who appeared to be about seventeen or eighteen. The 'boy' had thick red hair that hung down his face in random bangs. He was wearing a gray cap on his head and a pair of faded blue jeans and a worn leather coat over a white button-up shirt.
"Yes, can I help you.? Oh my god, it's you!" He started but then exclaimed as recognized the dark visage of the man standing before him and ran off towards the large barn off to the side of the house. Vincent flinched slightly and felt a bead of sweat run down his for head. "."
Then, a woman appeared; she had long blond hair that hung down along the sides of her face and down her back. She had on a white blouse and a dark blue dress that came down to just above her ankles. She looked at him for a moment and sneered, but then approached him spoke. "Sir, can I help you?" She asked in a polite, business-like tone of voice. Vincent took a deep breath; he started to introduce himself but decided to give a different last name so as not to cause trouble. "Hello, I am Vincent Peterson, and I would like to rent one of your rooms for a couple of months while I'm staying in town." Vincent said. The woman smiled. "Yes, come in." She said as she ushered him into the house. Vincent nodded and followed her inside.
***
Vincent took a seat in the din across from the woman who had brought him inside.
"Welcome Mr. Peterson, I am Marian Sullivan." She said as she held out her hand and shook his. She briefly took in his features; he had long black hair and dark red eyes and pale skin, he was dressed in black suit with a red cloak. His face seemed sort of tired on the inside and he seemed to be almost concealing something dark inside. "Now, as for your request for a room, it is two hundred Gil a week and meals are included three times a day." She informed him.
Vincent leaned back. "That sounds fare, but if you could, I'd prefer to have the meals brought to my room, I'll pay extra in necessary." He added. "I believe I can make arrangements for that, Gillium can bring them to you." Marian replied. "Gillium?" Vincent asked. "Yes, my son, he's around here somewhere." She said looking around. Vincent then recalled the 'kid' he saw earlier. "Um yes, I think I, may have seen him earlier." Vincent remarked. "Well, then I'll have a talk with him about your meals." She said. The woman then stood up. "Come this way and I'll show you your room." She said as she began heading down the hallway. Vincent stood up and followed her down the hallway.
"The house is powered by electricity from the local generator, so you don't have to worry about Mako problems." Marian said as she brought him to the door. "Vincent smiled briefly as her words reminded him of his days with the "old gang". She removed a key from a pocket on her dress and opened the door.
Vincent stepped in and looked around. The room had a medium sized bed and a dresser drawer and a nice window on the other side of the room. Vincent smiled and turned back to face Marian. "This will be perfect." He said as he left to go get his things.
***
Gillium ran into the barn and was confronted by the sight of an occupied man in a pair of overalls. The brown skinned man looked up at him. "What is it, Gillium?" He asked, putting down his hammer. Gillium smiled and began to speak. "Scatz, you're not gonna believe who's here!" He exclaimed. "Who?" Scatz asked blandly. "Vincent Valentine, he's actually here!" Gillium explained. The black man jumped at the mention of the familiar name. "Vincent Valentine?!" He exclaimed. The two of them started talking when Gillium heard his mother call his name loudly. The young man jumped and took off towards the house.
***
A man standing outside the barn began making his way back towards the town. "Hmm, Vincent Valentine." The man said to himself.
***
Gillium entered the house through the front to the sight of his mother sitting in an armchair in the den. She looked up at him disapprovingly. "Gillium, I want to talk with you."
***
Vincent set his possessions down in on the floor and began to sort through them. He had many weapons with him: His 9mm Custom Pistol, "Quicksilver"; his prized "Death Penalty"; his two revolvers, a Lariat and a Winchester; his "Sniper CR" rifle; and both of his shot guns, the gas-powered automatic and the sawed of double barrel shot gun. He had Quicksilver and Death Penalty holstered to his side and the rest of his handguns were stored in a long rectangular box. The Sniper rifle was disassembled in a case with his sawed off shotgun. And, his automatic shotgun was in its carrying bag with the barrel detached to save space. He placed the guns in the drawer and then removed got to dealing with the pack that included the various odds and end he had acquired over the years.
***
Mrs. Sullivan looked at her son disapprovingly. "Now Gillium, it wasn't very nice of you to leave the house suddenly when you know I need you to help me with the renters." She said to him. Gillium's eyes grew wide as his mother mentioned the name of the new guest. "But Mom, that guy isn't Vincent 'Peterson', that guy was Vincent _Valentine_, the famous gunman." He said, stressing the last part. Mrs. Sullivan gasped.
***
Vincent turned around quickly as his door swung open suddenly and an angry Marian stepped in. He could see the frustration in her face. "Is something wrong, Mrs. Sullivan?" Vincent asked blandly.
The woman flared up and began speaking. "Don't take such a personal tone with me, you lied to me, you're not Vincent Peterson, you're Vincent Valentine!" She exclaimed. Vincent frowned. "I'm sorry, but I knew you wouldn't act any better if I was honest with you." He replied. "Of course, you're a gunman, or do you prefer to be called a 'shootist'?" She asked sarcastically. "Gunslinger will do." Vincent replied simply. "I don't want your kind around here, so you may leave, now!" She said in a flustered tone of voice. "I can't." Vincent replied simply. Marian's face started to turn red. "And why do you say that?!" She asked furiously.
"I'm dying." He replied simply, his face showing no emotion as he spoke. "I have cancer." He then added.
She clasped her hand over her mouth as she gasped. She trembled slightly as she looked at him.
***
Somewhere, outside the room, the jaw of an eavesdropping Gillium dropped.
He made his way out of the hall.
***
"I'm sorry." Marian replied, her eyes starting to tear up.
Vincent sighed and walked up to her. He placed his hand on her shoulder without really knowing why. "Mrs. Sullivan, I need a room from you, not you're tears, so please don't cry." He told the woman. She looked at him for a moment and then calmed down. "Alright then, you can stay, Mr. Valentine." She said. Vincent gave a rare smile. "Call me Vincent." He said to her. She smiled slightly. "Alright, Vincent." She replied.
~End of Chapter Three~
So, the third chapter is finished and I can say that you can expect the next one soon with all the awesome reviews I've been getting from you guys. I hope you guys liked the story so far, I know that not as much happened in this chapter, but I'm going to be introducing more characters and developing the main ones more in the next chapters (I don't know how many though). Any way, I can promise that this story will not let you guys down, it will be exciting and emotional and deep (I hope ~_~).
Later
-Bojack727