Sequel: Amethyst Moon ›
Status: Completed
Keeper of Cerberus
Memories
She had been years without having to think of that name and though it still hid in the depths of her mind she had moved on, accepting what had happened to the person who owned said name. She looked over at Cloud, pulling her gaze from the one that assaulted her with suspicion, “What…?”
“His name is Vincent Valentine,” Cloud nodded toward the gunman.
Faye shook her head, “No you must be mistaken.” Cloud looked at her his brow furrowed in his confusion. “Valentine died many many years ago,” Faye said images cramming one on to of the other in her mind. Cloud shook his head. She began to lose focus.
‘What is the matter Fye?’ a smooth voice echoed in her head.
‘Nothing Shadow,’ Faye held her head and blinked to clear her vision.
‘I can stop this if you ask it of me,’ the voice replied.
‘No … let it come,’ Faye braced herself the best she could. Things began to spin and pain slowly crept into her head. She gasped involuntarily as her vision fled away.
Amaya noticed Faye gripping at her head, “Fye?” She was breathing quickly between clenched teeth. “Don’t fight it Fye you know it just makes it worse,” Amaya said as she moved to support her friend. Faye doubled over and nearly toppled from the chair. Amaya caught her as she fell and sat with her on the floor. She held tight as Faye twitched and curled into a ball.
“What is happening?” Cloud asked.
“Memories, every once in a while things trigger them and she goes into a flash back, seeing old friends must have triggered something,” Amaya looked up at the others gathered around her.
Faye stood back ignoring the pulse of emotions that begged to come up in her mind as she waited for the past to reveal itself.
-Everything blurred ever so slightly as she stood straight. Her vision was distorted a bit by the bubbles in the mako surrounding her. She glanced around taking slow shallow breaths. Dr. Crescent was standing in front of her with a clip board, “How are you feeling Faye?” Faye scrunched her face slightly at the tug of a tube that had been inserted into her arm. Crescent spoke gently to her, of how her heart rate fluctuated as she slept and how the shadow cells within her were growing strong. Faye didn’t care for it; she didn’t care for being here either. She watched intently as a man moved from the shadows forward sporting the attire of a Turk. His fierce but gentle eyes looked up at her and she stared back into his soul through half lidded eyes. His black hair hid his gaze from her when he whispered to Lucrecia. She knew they were having problems, he felt for her and she could see this in the way he looked at her. But Faye saw something differently about him. He was not meant for her, and she could not be with him of her own reasons. She watched many times as they spoke and she saw many times the pain on his face. Once she was taken from her tube of water, to breathe freely while she was cut into. She cried out in pain screamed and begged tears pouring from innocent human eyes. He was on her mind, always haunting her dreams and thoughts. She could not shake him no matter how many time she tried he would not leave her heart un-shattered. Eventually she became the weapon they needed and as she lay on the table her cries of pain and rage ringing through the halls of Shin-Ra her tears no longer stayed as liquid but turned to a solid spherical crystal as they dropped from her face. A lot of the times the tears were crimson much like blood that fell from her demon eyes. One day upon waking in her suspension tube full of bubbling mako she heard the two arguing about experimenting on an unborn child. Hojo, the one who had found Faye, came in and shot the one Faye had come to know was Vincent Valentine, the one her heart begged for. She cried out, screaming, “NO! Vincent…!” The first time she had spoken since her capture. She let the Shadow genes they had put in here take over, and she went on a bout of destruction. The torment and torture continued for many years after that, but she was dead to it all with the help of Shadow what she would now call her demon, Faye dropped into a state of hibernation.-
“His name is Vincent Valentine,” Cloud nodded toward the gunman.
Faye shook her head, “No you must be mistaken.” Cloud looked at her his brow furrowed in his confusion. “Valentine died many many years ago,” Faye said images cramming one on to of the other in her mind. Cloud shook his head. She began to lose focus.
‘What is the matter Fye?’ a smooth voice echoed in her head.
‘Nothing Shadow,’ Faye held her head and blinked to clear her vision.
‘I can stop this if you ask it of me,’ the voice replied.
‘No … let it come,’ Faye braced herself the best she could. Things began to spin and pain slowly crept into her head. She gasped involuntarily as her vision fled away.
Amaya noticed Faye gripping at her head, “Fye?” She was breathing quickly between clenched teeth. “Don’t fight it Fye you know it just makes it worse,” Amaya said as she moved to support her friend. Faye doubled over and nearly toppled from the chair. Amaya caught her as she fell and sat with her on the floor. She held tight as Faye twitched and curled into a ball.
“What is happening?” Cloud asked.
“Memories, every once in a while things trigger them and she goes into a flash back, seeing old friends must have triggered something,” Amaya looked up at the others gathered around her.
Faye stood back ignoring the pulse of emotions that begged to come up in her mind as she waited for the past to reveal itself.
-Everything blurred ever so slightly as she stood straight. Her vision was distorted a bit by the bubbles in the mako surrounding her. She glanced around taking slow shallow breaths. Dr. Crescent was standing in front of her with a clip board, “How are you feeling Faye?” Faye scrunched her face slightly at the tug of a tube that had been inserted into her arm. Crescent spoke gently to her, of how her heart rate fluctuated as she slept and how the shadow cells within her were growing strong. Faye didn’t care for it; she didn’t care for being here either. She watched intently as a man moved from the shadows forward sporting the attire of a Turk. His fierce but gentle eyes looked up at her and she stared back into his soul through half lidded eyes. His black hair hid his gaze from her when he whispered to Lucrecia. She knew they were having problems, he felt for her and she could see this in the way he looked at her. But Faye saw something differently about him. He was not meant for her, and she could not be with him of her own reasons. She watched many times as they spoke and she saw many times the pain on his face. Once she was taken from her tube of water, to breathe freely while she was cut into. She cried out in pain screamed and begged tears pouring from innocent human eyes. He was on her mind, always haunting her dreams and thoughts. She could not shake him no matter how many time she tried he would not leave her heart un-shattered. Eventually she became the weapon they needed and as she lay on the table her cries of pain and rage ringing through the halls of Shin-Ra her tears no longer stayed as liquid but turned to a solid spherical crystal as they dropped from her face. A lot of the times the tears were crimson much like blood that fell from her demon eyes. One day upon waking in her suspension tube full of bubbling mako she heard the two arguing about experimenting on an unborn child. Hojo, the one who had found Faye, came in and shot the one Faye had come to know was Vincent Valentine, the one her heart begged for. She cried out, screaming, “NO! Vincent…!” The first time she had spoken since her capture. She let the Shadow genes they had put in here take over, and she went on a bout of destruction. The torment and torture continued for many years after that, but she was dead to it all with the help of Shadow what she would now call her demon, Faye dropped into a state of hibernation.-