Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Immortality ❯ Trapped Within Darkness ( Chapter 12 )

Immortality

 

By. DemonGirl-Setsuna

 

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DemonGirl-Setsuna: Hi there! Setsuna here!

 

Yes, you read correctly last Chapter…

Vincent died…

Shot by his own gun…

 

Ninka (Still in the bubble): Now we return you to the fight over Vincent, that started last Chapter…

 

*Ritalin slumps onto the ground; a tranquilizer-dart sticking out from the nook of her neck*

 

Ritalin_writer: *shoots Setsuna in the head* There, end commentary…

 

*Dodges the shot and jumps into a tree*

 

Ritalin: *pulls tranquilizer out and grins opening shirt* Chain mail turtle neck, bitch! *snaps fingers and turns into a wolf* See-ya bitches lets roll Vince!

 

Setsuna: *Touches left ear and speaks in another language*

 

*A super-sized plate of BBQ Ribs flies out of nowhere into the clearing*

 

Ritalin: Your idiotic ploy shall not work! *Howls and five wolves surround the area and start eating the ribs*

 

*Nothing happens*

 

Ritalin: You mean nothing was wrong with them? *whines*

 

Wolf 1: Nope, thanks for the meal.

 

Ritalin: -.-

 

*Setsuna charges at Ritalin*

 

Setsuna: Sucks to be you, wolf-girl!

 

Ninka (In the bubble): We interrupt again for the sake of the story!

 

Here is Chapter 12!

 

Please Enjoy!

 

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy.

 

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Ch. 12

 

Trapped Within Darkness

 

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“Darkness…

Is this all I'm to float in…

Is this what the life-stream is…

Darkness…”

 

Vincent's thoughts echoed in the void of darkness as he just floated on his back, staring into the darkness.

 

“It's so peaceful…

I could sleep in this…”

 

He thought, letting his spiritual-eyes drift close.

 

A jolt travels through his body causing his eyes to snap open.

 

“Someone is touching me…?

Wait…

This isn't the life-stream…!

I'm still inside my dead body…!”

 

His thoughts ring out in horror into the darkness.

 

 

 

 

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Hojo hefts Vincent's lifeless body off of the floor and drags it from his lab, through the library and through the double metal-doors just right of his lab, he carelessly lifts and throws his body onto the operating-table and straps the lifeless form down.

 

“Let's see how the bullet killed him…”, Hojo chuckles, pleased with himself as he ripped Vincent's jacket, shirt and tie from his body, and picks up a scalpel; dissecting into and around the bullet-hole.

 

 

 

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Pain courses through the left side of his chest, causing Vincent's soul to clutch the very spot where Hojo was cutting into his body.

 

“No…!

I'm dead, but my soul hasn't returned to the life-stream…!

I'm trapped inside a prison of my own flesh…

To be tortured, until that sick-bastard is satisfied…”

 

As his thoughts rang out, tears begun to stream from his eyes knowing he could do nothing to stop the pain and suffering that a waited him, at the hands of the mad scientist with a god-complex.

 

 

 

 

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“Ah ha…”, Hojo purred in satisfaction, as he sewed up the damage to Vincent's body.

 

When the bullet had pierced Vincent's body, it went straight through his left lung; causing it to collapse, and nicked a hole in his heart; causing him to bleed out as quickly as he had.

 

Hojo looks at his unfortunate victim's face; Vincent's skin had gone from lightly sun-kissed to ivory-white and his lips had lost their pale sun-kiss pink turning into a color that resembled a wilted white-rose from the sudden loss of blood, and his once fiery red gaze had become nothing more than the color of frost-covered embers with dilated pupils.

 

“Now to get started…”, he chuckles, grabbing a breathing-tube and starts forcing it carefully down Vincent's wind-pipe.

 

 

 

 

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Vincent clutches his throat in pain as he felt the tube being forced down his airway, as his soul begins choking.

 

“No…!

Why me…?”

 

His thoughts cried out, as he felt two sharp-instruments being forced through his chest into his heart, and electricity flow through his heart; forcing it to beat, as the tube in his throat forced air in and out of his lungs.

 

“He's forcing me to live…!

No…!

I just want to die and return to the life-stream…!”

 

He screams out into the darkness.

 

 

 

 

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Hojo checked the calibrations on the machines he hooked Vincent up to that now artificially kept him alive, he then attaches an IV-bag full of blood to his arm to replenish what his body had lost.

 

“Now what should I do to his body first?”, he laughed at all the possibilities he could do with the one who tried to stand in his way so many times before.

 

You could say that killing Vincent had made Hojo's ego swell.

 

“This shall be the first thing…”, he cackled, picking up a syringe full of what appeared to be deep-purple mako, inserting the needle into the base of his neck and injects the mako into his blood-stream.

 

A moment later, Vincent's body starts going in violent convulsions; making Hojo glad he had strapped him down earlier or his body would have ended up on the floor, and his body began to glow a deep-purple as his eyes began to glow a golden-yellow.

 

 

 

 

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Vincent knelt doubled-over in pain, as it felt like every fiber of his body was being torn apart.

 

Suddenly, his soul falls limp in the darkness as the pain stops, but he was unconscious to the growling that was now within the darkness with him.

 

 

 

 

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Hojo could only stare in wonderment at the creature that now lay on the table where Vincent's body once laid.

 

The creature almost resembled a were-wolf; a thin layer of black glossy-fur covered his body with a mane of silver, the fingers and toes were tipped with lethal-claws, Vincent's mouth had become a short snout and hidden behind black lips was a set of razor-sharp fangs, and glazed-over gold eyes stared blankly at the ceiling; the body was still dead and was being kept alive artificially.

 

“Damn it!”, Hojo curses, as Vincent's body returned to normal, “It failed to revive him!”

 

 

And, so began the months of hellish pain and torment for Vincent's poor trapped soul…

 

 

 

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