Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Immortality ❯ Curiosity is Hazardous to One's Freedom ( Chapter 14 )

 

DemonGirl-Setsuna: Hi there! Setsuna here!

 

There is no installment of `Vincent Wars' in this Chapter…

 

But all I can say is…

 

Vincent is in my possession again!

 

Other than that, I have nothing else to say…

 

Except…

 

Here is Chapter 14!

 

Please Enjoy!

 

Ninka (Chibifide): Wow, 14 Chapters! Your brain must be hurting…

 

Setsuna: `ED'! What did I tell you about messing around with my chibifying-gun?

 

`Ed': I'm not the muse of mischief for nothing!

 

Setsuna: *Face-palms* Again…

 

Here is Chapter 14!

 

Please Enjoy!

 

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy.

 

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Ch. 14

 

Curiosity is Hazardous to One's Freedom

 

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Three Months Later…

 

 

 

“-Stats-

 

Name: Vincent Valentine

Age: 27

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Reddish-Brown

Height: 6'2” (184 cm)

Blood-type: A

Birthday: October 13

 

Occupation: Turk; gunman.

Location: Unknown.”

 

 

“They still haven't found him…”, Dietrich sighs, getting up from her computer after checking the data-base to see if they updated; like she had been doing for the past three months, ever since Vincent went missing.

 

She stands by her window and looks out at the snow-covered garden, and she could hear crying from down the hall.

 

“Lucrecia…”, she whispers in concern, knowing that for the past three months the female scientist has been crying herself to sleep.

 

“Vincent…where could you have gone…?”, she quietly asks the stars in the sky, as a tear silently trails down her cheek.

 

“Huh…?”, she gasps, wiping the tear away, `Why am I crying…?'

 

As Dietrich pondered about the reason for the tear, Lucrecia's sobs die down as she fell asleep.

 

“This is crazy… I should be in bed… not wondering why a tear fell”, she curses, climbing into bed and under the warmth of her blankets, “Where ever you are, Vincent… I just hope you're safe…”, she prayed as she drifted off to sleep.

 

 

 

 

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Five Hours Later…

 

 

 

“I'm fed up with the failure…!”, Hojo's voice shouts, piercing the dead-silence of the mansion.

 

Dietrich blinks her eyes open, not being a very heavy-sleeper.

 

“What the fuck…?”, she cursedly yawns, sitting up as she grinds the sleep from her eyes.

 

“I should have just let the body rot away instead of wasting my time…!”, Hojo continued to complain to himself as he walks past Dietrich's door and down the stairs to the kitchen, “Try as I may, I can't revive that corpse…”

 

“Huh…?”, she mutters, noticing blood caked on his white lab-coat, “What is he doing in that lab of his…?”, she asks herself, getting out of bed to follow the scientist.

 

 

 

 

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In the Kitchen…

 

 

 

Dietrich silently followed the creepy scientist, glad that she was wearing her black pajamas; which allowed her to hide among the darkness of the mansion, despite her bright-red hair.

 

“To think… even in death, he is stubborn and won't follow my will…”, Hojo mutters, as he pours himself a cup of coffee, “At least he's no longer being a thorn in my side…”, he sips his coffee, without sugar or creamer.

 

(A/N: *Cringes* Ewww! Black-coffee… I hate coffee!)

 

`What is he talking about?', she wonders, peeking around the door-frame into the kitchen, `An even better question: Who is he talking about?'

 

“Even though he's gone, he still gives me a headache… That Vincent…”

 

`Vincent…!', she thinks, her heart leaping into her throat, `Hojo is the cause of Vincent's disappearance…?'

 

“I should get back to work… The sooner I get his body out of the mansion, the sooner the animals and monsters can devour his corpse, and the sooner the Shinra-agents can stop investigating…”, he mutters, walking from the kitchen.

 

He walks down the hall towards the foyer, without noticing Dietrich hiding in a dark-corner on the other end of the hall.

 

`That was close…', she sighs in her head, glad for her Turk training; for espionage and assassinations, before following Hojo back up the stair-case and into the master-bedroom.

 

As she rounds the corner into the main-part of the master-bedroom with her gun pulled out from her Pajama-pocket; prepared to shoot if she had to, she finds no one in the room.

 

“What the…? I could have sworn he came in here…”, she whispers, sitting down onto the chair by the doorway.

 

“Click!”

 

“What…?”, she gasps at the noise, just before a secret-door; hidden in the stone-wall in front of her, opens up, “He must have gone down here…”, she mutters, inspecting the door and the stairs that circled along the stone-wall all the way down.

 

She cautiously descends the stairs with her gun still out; ready to be used if needed, she reaches the bottom and continues down the hallway of the dank dungeon-like basement.

 

At the end of the hall she reaches a wooden-door; as cautious as ever, she opens the door to reveal a cleanly foundation-hallway that snaked around the corner on the far-end.

 

`Down here, huh?', she thinks, having checked every nook and cranny as she went through; including the crypt.

 

She tried every-door as she went down the hallway; finding them locked, until she reached the last door in the hall, just across the hallway with an elevator.

 

Dietrich quietly pushes open the wooden-door; slightly surprised the door wasn't locked, into a smaller room with a metal-door to her left and a wooden-door in front of her.

 

She tries the metal-door first only to find that locked too, but when she tried the wooden-door, it opens into a vast-library with book-cases full of books along every part of the walls that didn't contain an arch-way or door.

 

In the arch-way to her left was a smaller library with a small storage-room attached, and while she searched the room, she heard metal-doors slide open.

 

She carefully peeks around the arch-way back into the library, and sees Hojo wheeling a medical-cart full of test-tubes and syringes out of the room beyond the double metal-doors that was to the left of the smaller-library; where she was hiding.

 

“Three-months worth of effort wasted…”, he curses, pushing the cart into his lab across the library from Dietrich, disappearing through the arch-way.

 

Dietrich hurries into the room Hojo just left; without being noticed, and what she found was like out of a nightmare.

 

Vincent's body was laid out on the operation-table; strapped down, with a breathing-tube shoved down his throat; forcing the deceased form to breath, two needles on wires; humming with electricity, stabbed into his chest in the spot where his heart was, and his body was covered in various cuts and deep bruises; like Hojo had taken his anger out on Vincent's poor body.

 

“Vincent…”, she gasps, covering her mouth with one hand and closing his eye-lids with her other hand; in respect for the dead, “What has he been doing to you…?”

 

“Trying to revive the dead and create the ultimate-soldier”, Hojo voice said from behind her.

 

Dietrich quickly spins around and aims her gun directly at Hojo's head.

 

“So you'll stand in my way, as well…”, he coldly says.

 

“Why?”

 

“Why, what?”

 

“Why did it have to be Vincent?”

 

“He was getting in the way of my greatness”.

 

“Your insanity, more like it!”

 

“If he was revived, he would have been part of my greatness, but he didn't…”

 

Dietrich thinks back to when Vincent was sick in bed.

 

“What is your opinion on experimentation on humans?”, her question from four months ago echoes in her head.

 

“Huh?”, rang Vincent's gasp.

 

“I just want to know your thoughts on the subject”.

 

“I don't know how to put it into words, exactly… But all I can say is it is inhumane and rape of the natural-world, because if we were to have super-strength or something similar, we would born with it, not injected with it…”, Vincent's answer rang in her head.

 

“Vincent may have been a man of few words, cocky, cold, and sometimes even a bastard, but he has a kind and caring heart. He was someone to look up to and admired for his honesty, and he would of never wanted to be a human-experiment!”, she shouted, her emotions running high.

 

“He would come to like it…”, Hojo mocks.

 

“No, he wouldn't!”, she says, cocking the hammer on her gun, “It is time you paid for the crimes you've committed on Vincent and Lucrecia”, she starts to squeeze the trigger.

 

A gun-shot rings out through the room and the sound of metal clattering on the stone-floor follows.

 

Dietrich knelt on the floor clutching her injured left-shoulder; her shooting arm, as she could only stare up at the barrel of Hojo's gun.

 

(A/N: Come on, you didn't think he wasn't smart enough to invest in a gun of his own. If Vincent came after him, don't you think maybe; just maybe, Dietrich might come after him too, if she found out what he did to Vincent.)

 

“It is a pity you decided to get in my way, I was really enjoying your company”, he says, raising his hand holding the gun up, “But you're in luck, I was in need of a new experiment-subject anyway”, he adds, smacking her across the temple with the butt of his gun; pistol-whipping her, making the younger Turk collapse onto the floor; unconscious.

 

“Also my dear, I need you alive for this”, he chuckles, looking at Vincent's prone body with Dietrich's blood from her gun-shoot wound splattered on his torso and face, “I can't have another failure with you dead, like this one…”

 

 

 

 

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