NOTE:
There are so many Final Fantasy FanFics and I am sure there are many about
the TURKS' early years. This is just my take on it. This is also my first
FF fanfic so any advice would be greatly appreciated.

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Turks Generation I pt.1
as told through the eyes of Vincent


It was no different back then. Your role as a murderer wasn't glorified
like SOLDIER was.
You were espionage/assassin and nothing could ever glorify that. Of course
we didn't care. We almost put pride in it. At the time I found no reason
not to have pride in what we did. We were Shin-Ra secret police. While the
troopers and the SOLDIERS were dying on the front lines we were sneaking in
without harm and sabotaging stuff. This is what it meant to be a TURK.


I was 17 and I basked in the feeling of youth. Shin-Ra War Academy was my
destiny and so was SOLDIER. I mean, who didn't want to be in SOLDIER? The
Shin-Ra Empire was in it's prime. We were at war with Wu-Tai and we were
getting rich off of it. All boys my age wanted to be one of the president's
own SOLDIERs. Of course it was a dream. If you didn't make the cut you were
sent to the foot soldier boot camps. Many didn't make the cut. I didn't.
Something about I didn't weigh enough or my swordsman ship wasn't up to the
standards of SOLDIER.

I freaked out. 3 semesters in Shin-Ra academy and was going to be a fucking
foot soldier. While I was being escorted out by the guards I pulled one of
their guns and shot my war professor right between the eyes. OK, so it may
have been harsh and if it was anybody else they would have probably been
sent to execution. I got lucky.

It just happened while I put a bullet between my former professors eyes
that a man of about 60 years of age, wearing a dark suit and a tie, was
watching. He said something to the head guard and I was dragged off to the
brig.

So I expected to be dead now. With no clue why I wasn't dead yet, I started
to worry.

"You expect to be dead, don't you."

It was him, the old man in the dark suit. I tried to look tough but I think
the whole world knew I was scared.

"It's OK Vincent. I know how you feel. You wanted to be part of the
chivalry of SOLDIER. You wanted to serve your president. It's is quite a
romantic image. By utter rejection by your professor, you lashed out."

"I'm...I'm.....uhhh"

"No, it's ok. You see..........hmmmmm......how do I say this? That was an
extremely good shot. Right between the eyes.You see..............you have
natural talent. Shooting your professor wasn't very SOLDIER like. That's ok
though. I want you to train in a different section of Shin-Ra Academy."

This is where things stopped to make since.

"I don't want to be a foot soldier if that's what you mean."

"No, not at all. You see.....there is another class at Shin-Ra Academy.
It's pretty secret. I don't think you really have a choice. If you don't
accept I'm afraid you will be executed. It's not a tough choice but I will
give you some time to think about it."


I was stunned. What was this nut case talking about. All I know was that I
was getting in more shit than I wanted to be. Of course I would accept his
offer to train in this secret class. Anything was better than being
executed. If only I knew how wrong I was.

"Oh Vincent..."

Right when a thousands thoughts raced through my head the old man turned
around.

"Yes?"

"Think fast."

His words caught me off guard. Hell, as a child in Midgar we used to play
this game but I couldn't
imagine it now. I don't even know how I saw it coming but the old man threw
a 4 inch bladed knife right at my head. By some instincts I caught it
between my hands. Good reflexes I guess.

"Ah, good reflexes. I see you will train nicely.