Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Immortality ❯ Tears For An Angel ( Chapter 15 )

 

Ch. 15

 

Tears For an Angel

 

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Two Day Later…

 

 

 

 

 

Lucrecia enters the library and heads straight to the double metal-doors, and opens them, letting herself into the room where Vincent's body still laid on the table.

 

“Vincent…”, she whispers.

 

 

 

 

 

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Vincent's soul just floats in the darkness, looking little less than a ghost of himself; three months earlier.

 

(A/N: No pun intended!)

 

He was holding onto his last thread of sanity, after all the pain he had gone through; his spirit was almost completely broken.

 

“Lucrecia…”

 

Was his only thought, as he remembered the last happy moment he could recall; as all the others had been stripped from him by the pain.

 

 

-Flashback-

 

(A/N: Most of the lines I had to make up off the top of my head, but the last three lines are from `Dirge of Cerberus: Lost Episode'.)

 

Vincent and Lucrecia are standing in her lab.

 

“Dance with me Vincent”, she requests.

 

Vincent simply shakes his head, `I can't dance!', he panicky says in his head.

 

“You won't dance with me, because you don't like me, isn't it?”, she pouts, acting hurt.

 

“That's not… I'll dance with you…”, he replies, unable to really say no to her.

 

They start dancing; nothing too fancy, just a simple two-step.

 

“Sometimes... I get so involved with my research that I lose myself. Whenever that happens though, ... you always come to my rescue... thank you Vincent.”, Lucrecia suddenly says, quietly.

 

“What?”, he asks.

 

“Nothing... I just wanted to thank you.”, she replies.

 

-End Flashback-

 

 

“Lucercia…

Why did you have to go to Hojo…?”

 

He feels someone touching him.

 

“No…

Please…

No more pain…!”

 

His thoughts screamed out, as tears fell from his eyes.

 

 

 

 

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Lucrecia gently cups his pale cheek, looking his body over.

 

Bruises and cuts littered his body, there was bruises along the corners of his mouth; where the breathing-tube hit when it was forcefully pulled from his airway, no breaths passed through his pale lips, the gun-shot wound that had taken his life was oozing black-brownish fluid, his uniform had been torn from his body and all that persevered his dignity was a moth-eaten cloth draped over his waist that reached mid-thigh.

 

“Vincent…”, she quietly says, on the verge of tears.

 

As she strokes her thumb on the soft flawless skin of his cheek, tears start to flow from the closed eyes of his lifeless body.

 

“Oh, Vincent…”, she begins crying, realizing that after all this time his soul had been trapped, “I'm so sorry… If I had known, I would have gotten you sooner…”, she lets her tears stream down her face and drip onto Vincent's face.

 

 

 

 

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“Huh…?”

 

Vincent gasps.

 

“Warm water…?

No…

Tears…

Who is crying…?

For me…?”

 

His thoughts echoed.

 

“Lucrecia…?”

 

 

 

 

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“Vincent…”, she sobs, resting her head Vincent's chest.

 

She removes a syringe from her lab-coat pocket.

 

“This may hurt, but I think it will help you…Even if it is temporary…”, she whispers, lightly kissing him on the lips as she inserts the needle into his neck; injecting the blackish-purple liquid into his body,

 

His body pulsates, as it starts to glow with a blood-red aura.

 

 

 

 

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The darkness surrounding Vincent's soul begins to brighten from black to dark gray to gray to light-gray, and finally to white, as he started to feel warm instead of the cold he was trapped in for a long time.

 

“Lucrecia…”, he whispers.

 

 

 

 

 

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A painful gasp of air quickly fills lungs that haven't breathed on their own in three months, and blood began to circulate through his veins and arteries as his heart begun to beat again.

 

His skin slightly pinked up from the returning blood flow and his body started to regain a normal breathing-pattern.

 

“Lu…cre…cia…”, was what escaped the lips of the once deceased man, the voice rough from lack of use.

 

A smile grows onto Lucrecia's face, showing she was glad that the small amount of `G Substance' exposure had worked in reviving him.

 

She watches as his injuries heal; the cuts close up and the bruises fade, but her smile faded when she saw that the gun-shot wound wasn't healing, it just continued to ooze the black-brownish fluid.

 

“His body is still decaying…”, she whispers in horror.

 

She quickly notices that his body was beginning to shiver; having not regained the ability to maintain it's own body-temperature.

 

“I need to get some clothes for him, before he freezes to death…”, she whispers, turning to retrieve some clothes, only to wince and hold her bulging abdomen, `Oh how I wish Dietrich was still here…', she thinks, not knowing that the female Turk was locked up inside Hojo's lab just a few hundred feet away.

 

 

 

 

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