Vincent only really began to remember himself in his dreams. And when he woke up it would evaporate like mist.
But there was a problem in these dreams.
The demon that wore his face.
It was all sharp edges and solid armor. Even the membrane that was its wings could not be easily torn.
And it was attached to him at the hip. Literally.
He just. Wanted to get away.
It used his voice, distorted and strangled as it was, to growl and whine at him. It didn't use words, yet he could understand it. It was confused. It was starting to get frustrated. It didn't understand.
He didn't understand.
"What do you want from me?" He asked it again.
To become one again. It would always somehow come across again.
But that was it. He didn't understand what that meant.
He could feel how his bones broke to be remade stronger in this horrid dream.
"Why are you doing this to me?" He would ask again.
To make us stronger. It would 'tell' him again.
Again and again it would try to assimilate him and break him and rebuild him and look at him with his twisted face and make animalistic noises with his mutilated voice and and and and
Vincent was tired. Vincent wanted to go back to the way things were. Vincent wanted his body back.
He wanted his father to hug him and tell him everything would be alright. Just like when Vincent was a child.
It grab his wrists with its clawed hands.
Why? It seemed to desperately ask. Why why why why why? We were one, we are one, why do you not want to be whole? You are me and I am you.
What? No. "I've always been me. I'm not you. I don't even know what you are."
It roared. "Chaos!" It finally spoke.
Vincent's blood drained. Chaos. That thing his father was researching.
"You me we us Chaos!" It roared once more.
Something akin to tears grew in those golden eyes.
"You me we us Chaos! You me we us broke! You me we us gone! You me we us together! You me we us fix! You me we us Chaos!"
"No." Vincent croaked. "I am Vincent Valentine. I have never been you and I never will be."
The roar rose in pitch to a scream as the tears fell.
It (he) woke up sad and frustrated and hurt and scared.
Turning its (his) head over from the stars of the sky, it (he) looked to Father.
It (he) needed comfort.
Father's hugs were nice. It (he) wanted them. It (he) felt its (his) body tremble.
"Vincent?" Father's voice called to it (him). It (he) now felt… guilty for waking Father up.
But after Father saw how it (he) was trembling, Father woke up faster.
"Come here." Father opened up his arms.
Swiftly it (he) went into those arms.
"It's okay, Vincent. Everything's alright. I'm here." Father whispered to it (him.)
It (he) felt weak. Father felt strong.
It (he) didn't want to feel this and wanted to settle.
Father surely would help it (him) settle. Father knows so many things.
Hearing Father's heart beat calmed it (him) down. But it (he) did not go back to sleep.
It (he) did not want to go back to sleep.
The sun poked through the trees and soon they had to continue their way. Father said they were going to take a stop at a Cosmo Canyon soon.
I really wanted to do a dream sequence, Sue me.