Final Fantasy VII: Judgement and Retribution By Adam Jones and Samuel Gayton
A story (unrelated to Insurrection) concerning my two favourite characters,
Vincent and Yuffie, the chapters switch from Vincent's to Yuffie's perspective
in each chapter: Chapter 1-Vincent, Chapter 2-Yuffie, and so on.
The story revolves around the murder of Lucrecia and who did it, the
evidence points to Yuffie and so as Vincent acting against his Turk commands
goes after the "little ninja".
Was it Yuffie who killed Lucrecia or is it someone more sinister?
Prologue
" W-W-Who... are you? " Lucrecia Valentine
" I've got a feeling you wouldn't like me angry. " Vincent Valentine
" It wasn't me! " Yuffie Kisargi
Chapter 3: Something to Believe In
" It's Lucrecia. " Rude
" But, Freed, what are the chances of finding a famous-hero-turned-murderer in a dump like this? I got a new uniform this week, and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna make trouble for Barbara by fuckin’ it up. " Jen
"Thanks for the complement Elena, but I wish I could say the same for you; makes you look a bit fat if you ask me." Reno
Final Fantasy VII: Judgement and Retribution By Adam Jones and Samuel Gayton
Prologue
Friday 19th October,
11.36p.m. Kalm Town
At half eleven, Lucrecia finished the party, threw out the gatecrashers,
locked the doors and went to bed.
It had been a long, long night.
She took a half-filled glass that had been left on the table and sipped
it slowly. Vincent was out. Again.
He lives for the Turks. Ever since they became ‘virtuous’. Virtuous
my ass.
In a sudden bout of fury she threw the glass on the floor. It smashed
against the tiles with a crack.
“Fuck you, Vincent!” she shouted. “Yes, you heard me. Fuck you and
all your idealist crap!”
The insanity passed and Lucrecia leaned heavily against the wall.
“I loved you, Vincent.” she sobbed. “Why did you change?”
There was a noise in the room next to her. Quickly recovering, Lucrecia
picked herself up and squinted in to the inky blackness.
“Hello?” she called.
There was no answer.
Moving swiftly forward now, Lucrecia looked about for her glasses.
“Hello? Is anyone there?”
There was the sound of footsteps, then the handle of the conservatory
door started slowly to turn.
Lucrecia yelped in panic and made for the door. She opened it and fled
outside on to the quiet street.
“Oh no.” she breathed. “My glasses.” It was no use going back now.
“Who are you?” she called as she stumbled around blindly. “Help! HELP!”
The door to the house opened and someone stepped outside on to the
patio. There was the smooth sound of a gun being armed. Dimly she could
see the shape of a silenced pistol.
Lucrecia ran.
She ducked under a lamp-post as a bullet embedded itself in to the
metal. Splinters of hot shrapnel burned her skin. She reached the other
end of the road and rang on the bell desperatly. Yuffie’s house.
“Yuffie!” she called desperatly. “Yuffie! Please! Help-”
Lucrecia stopped in mid-sentance as the bullet ripped through her flesh.
She let out a strangled moan and dropped to the floor.
A dark figure bent over her.
“W-W-Who... are you?” she gasped. She tried to scream, but no one would
hear. No one cared. She choked as the blood filled her lungs.
Dimly she remembered the figure opening Yuffie’s door and going inside,
Lucrecia thought no more as the last of her life drained away.
It was as if she was in a lift, plunging down in to infinity.