|The Gates of Hell
Author: Leviathan's Dirge PM
I'm not supposed to see this. Dear god, nobody should even have to witness this from a mile away. This must be Hell. At least, that's where Vincent will be waiting for us. The ending of DOC in Yuffie's POV.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Tragedy - Yuffie K. - Words: 562 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 1 - Published: 08-28-08 - Status: Complete - id: 4505242
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Disclaimer: Umm... No. I can't afford the rights. Sorry.
A.N: Alot has been going on recently, so if this is a bit dark, there is a reason. Please leave a review. It's in Yuffie's POV, at the end of DOC when you think that Vincent is dead. Watch the ending, if you got all of the "G" reports, he's in no way dead.
It was so dark, even though it wasn't quite night. And it was so brutally cold, that my muscles ached so badly that I almost fell over. Thankfully Reeve caught me, very professionally to be exact.
You know, if it wasn't for Deepground and the WRO, Reeve could easily get a girlfriend, maybe even get married. Of course, that is if we survive the next few moments anyway.
But I've always been an optimist, so I really am not supposed to have any negative thoughts. I'm the glue of AVALANCHE. The single soul who remembers the true meaning of life; "kill or be killed". We might be an advanced society, but we sure as hell still war with each other. How can man be so advanced if we still fight over the simplest things?
Reality, do you even want to know what it's done to me?
Should I even bother to explain it? It's so petty, yet it changes everything!
Could you tell me what's wrong? Would anybody know? I wish that I could change it, but I can only protect the present. That makes me feel extremely small and weak. Though I know that I'm not.
Nobody would know, because this is Hell. I don't deserve to be here, no one should be here. I've saved so many lives, fought for my own. And I've killed so many; the latter probably does me in. But we always have a motive, my friends and I. we kill to stop the killing, even though that's an oxymoron. You kill any of my friends, and your ass is mine! Just like Aerith, we killed Sephiroth 10 times over. My personal revenge.
I hear muffled sobs as the sky lights up. Vincent. He's ascending up towards the Heaven's, chasing after Omega. He wants to save all of our souls, as well as his own. He carries a lot of dark secrets, most of them he thinks are his fault (but they aren't). but he will always continue to blame himself. I want to help him, really I do. But now isn't a good time. We all have to stay strong.
And as Vincent and Omega collide, it sounds like the roar of thunder times 100. Actually, if it wasn't my best friend, I would've been amazed.
And then there was nothing, the sky went back to normal. Or at least as normal as the planet's soul could muster. Poor Gaia.
"Vincent," I can't help but utter. I fight back the tears that threaten to overflow down my cheeks, knowing that he would most likely be mangled beyond recognition.
And before I realized it, I was on the ground sobbing. Vince got his redemption, and now he was dead. Dear god, Vincent Valentine was dead. And there's nothing that I could've done about it.