Saturday 20th October,
8.03a.m. Kalm Town, Vincent’s House
Vincent woke up to the loud ringing of his bedside alarm clock. He reached
out for Lucrecia but found nothing more than bed sheets.
He looked around the room before realising. The damn woman was out
again. Again he looked at the alarm clock. Eight o’ three. He sighed, work
started in almost half an hour and the Turks were not keen on slackers.
Vincent picked himself off the bed and began to dress; he was going
to kill Lucrecia when he got his hands on her.
8.25a.m. Kalm Town, Turk Headquarters
Vincent arrived at the Headquarters door before stepping into the elevator
and pressing the button for his desired floor. Looking at his watch, he
breathed a sigh of relief; he’d made it in time. The lift clinked to a
halt prior to the doors opening and he stepped out, bumping into Rude.
There was no lop-sided smile. No immature silence. Instead, Rude just barged
him out of the way and hammered on the buttons impatiently. Vincent looked
around, puzzled.
“Something wrong, Rude?”
With a startled cry, the Turk jumped up into the air and stuck his
hand out to stop the closing elevator doors. His shoulders slumped when
he saw Vincent.
“Oh, shit, Vince... it’s bad.”
“What is?”
“I’ve been trying to get to you all morning,” he carried on. “but the
phone lines were disconnected.”
“Rude, get a grip!” said Vincent angrily. “What is the matter?”
“I’m sorry, Vince. It’s Lucrecia.”
8.57a.m. Kalm Town, Yuffie’s House
“He’s taken it pretty well.” whispered Elena as she watched Vincent
stand over Lucrecia’s dead body. Swarming over him were policemen and men
in white overalls dusting for fingerprints.
“Don’t know if you can say that, he hasn’t said a word since I told
him.” replied Rude.
“...You still think it’s that ninja girl Yuffie?” asked Reno.
“How could we not?” joked Rude quietly. “Her fingerprints are all over
the victim. The body’s in the goddamn house for fucks sake.”
“I don’t know... it just doesn’t seem right.” ponedered Reno. “You
know we met her five years ago, she seemed normal. A little hyperactive
perhaps, but normal. And a gun? This chick was some trained ninja, doesn’t
seem right for a gun to be used.”
“Get your head out of Detective books Reno, this girl killed Vincent’s
wife whether we like it or not. It’s as simple as that.” Elena snapped.
Vincent slowly walked over to the group. Silent. Shocked.
Reno looked at the others before plucking the courage to speak to the
speechless man.
“Vince? Are you okay? How’s it hangin’, ya know?” he said awkardly.
He playfully punched his friend’s shoulder to try and lighten the situation.
Vincent replied by grabbing Reno’s fist and throwing it back at him.
“My wife has just been murdered and I assure you that right now, nothing
is even remotely ‘hanging’.”
Again, silence.
“Elena...” asked Vincent.
“Yes?”
“Who do you think it was?” he asked.
“I don’t know, I haven’t thought about that yet.”
“You’re lying Elena. I know you’re lying. Always.” He grabbed onto
her shoulder and shook her violently. Elena knew that, is he wanted to,
that he could tear her apart withing seconds. “Tell me.”
“It was that little ninja girl, Yuffie. All the evidence points to
her, I thought you would have known. It’s obvious.”
Vincent overcame his sudden shock. That one of his old friends could
have done this. “...And you’re sure it’s her.”
“Yeah, either that or someone has stitched her up big time. But I don’t
see that being possible, they couldn’t forge the fingerprints or the fact
the girl ran away last night.”
“Right” he answered as he began to walk away.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“To find Yuffie.”
“Don’t do anything to her.”
“I’m not going to.”
Vincent turned away from his fellow Turks and walked over to the ageing,
bearded man standing in the corner.
“Godo?” he asked.
“Why yes, what is it?” the old man replied, somewhat shaken by what
the police had just told him.
“Where’s Yuffie?”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t know.”
“Don’t lie to me Godo!” shouted Vincent as he grabbed onto the old
man’s shirt. “I’m not in the mood for lies right now.”
“Honest to the gods Vincent, I don’t know!” The old man stumbled back
in fear as Vincent seemed to momentarily lose control of himself.
“Fine.” he cried, releasing Godo from his grip. “I’ll find her myself
then.”
Vincent turned around and left the house. He grabbed his house keys
from his pocket and took the hundred-metre road down to his house where
he opened the door and stepped in.
Running to his bedroom, he opened the closet and pulled out his arsenal
of handguns and rifles that lay rest there. Finally from deep inside the
closet he grabbed a chest and dropped it on the bed in front of him, blowing
the dust from the top, he pulled the key out of his pocket and turned it
in the keyhole, opening the old lock. Vincent lowered his hands into the
chest and pulled out the beautiful piece of machinery, the Death Penalty.
“I didn’t think I’d have to use you again for long time yet.” whispered
Vincent, feeling the rifle in his grip once more.
He packed as much weaponry as he could, packing the separate pieces
into a single bag.
There was a knock on the door; Vincent opened it, expecting one of
the Turks. He predicted correctly.
“Yes?” he said.
“You can’t go after her, you can’t kill her.” said Reno calmly at the
door.
“Who says I’m going to kill her?” replied Vincent, leaving the house
and walking away.
“No one, but what are all those guns for? Threatening her?” he retorted
as he followed Vincent out into the street.
“Something could happen. If I’ve learnt anything in the last five years,
it’s be prepared.”
“Then why exactly are you following her?”
“That is my business and mine alone Reno, now get lost. I am going.”
“But what about your job here, what about your life here?”
“I have no life without Lucrecia.” replied Vincent, slinging the bag
over his shoulder and striding away. “I have nothing against you Reno,
but if you stand in my way I will not hold back. I need to leave. Alone.”
Reno nodded before looking up again to find Vincent long gone.
Vincent left the man where he stood and felt free again, now he could
find Yuffie without the nuisance of the Turks. He had only stepped a few
paces before being stopped again.
“Don’t leave Vincent.” said Elena firmly. Vincent looked at her blankly
for a while. “You leave now and you resign from the Turks, I’m only telling
you once.”
“Fine.” he replied. “I resign.”
He turned his back on Elena and Rude and started to walk away again.
“Not only that.” she shouted. “ You’ll lose me. I’m not going to stand
by and let you go after Yuffie on a temper like this.”
“I’ve already lost one person today, two if you count Yuffie. And the
last thing I want to do is lose you, but if you get in my way... I can’t
promise that I won’t hurt you.”
Vincent pulled his handgun out of his holster and aimed it at Elena
and Rude.
“You follow me now and I shoot. I won’t hold back, I guarantee it.”
he said clamly.
“Vince, man, you don’t want to do this!” Rude shouted in reply.
Vincent aimed the gun at the floor near Rude’s left foot and shot,
there was a loud bang as the pavement exploded, sending shards of concrete
into the Turk’s face.
“I said I guarantee it.”
Walking away from the two Turks, Vincent broke into a run and soon
dissappeared round the corner.
Reno waited until Vincent had gone far into the distance before coming
out of the house.
“He’s gone?” he asked.
“Yes.” Elena replied.
“What are going to do now?” asked Rude. The question was aimed more
at Elena than Reno.
“He said if we follow him now he’ll shoot. We’ll follow him tomorrow,
see where he goes. We can’t let him get close to Yuffie, even if she did
kill Lucrecia.”
“Anything you want us to do before tomorrow?” asked Reno.
“Just... get ready. Be prepared. Can’t think of anything else.”
“But that only leaves a few hours to get into shape!”
“Then you better train hard, because we’re leaving here. And don’t
expect to be back for a long, long time.”
Elena is hiding something, even a dumbass like me can tell
that.
It was a mistake for them to under estimate me: to think I have
more brawn than brains. As soon as I got back, I started to do a little
investigating of my own.
The bullet that struck Lucrecia came from behind. That’s sneaky,
but not quite Yuffie’s style. And there’s more.
I think that Lucrecia ran through the door to Yuffie’s house. If
not her, then someone did. There’s blood on the handle.
The smallest flecks of blood can be found on the doorstep.
Obviously, that’s where the killing took place.
And what about the murder weapon? What bullets were used? At what
range was she killed? Who knows what other crucial evidence she’s hiding
from me? And why the fuck is she doing it?
She’s my leader, though. And I’m a Turk. So I follow the leader
without question
Yeah, I’ll give her my support . For now.
If only to find something to believe in.
Reno’s Personal Log