Resurrection

Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII nor any of its characters/locations. If I did, do you honestly think I would be sitting here writing this stuff? Although this plot DOES belong to me along with whatever critter ends up popping out will also be mine

Author's comments: This is a shitty chapter. It's too fucking short and I don't like the way the characters turned out for this chapter.

Warnings: Read chapter one for warnings. If you've passed chapter 1, 2, 3 and have read this one and still wish to flame, I pity your intelligence.

Comments: Review! Reviewing is good. It actually forces me to write.
Yes, Riyoko, it was dedicated to you. As is this chapter along with Sephiroth's Killer and Empress. See what happens when you review? More chapters keep appearing.

~ Chapter 4 ~


Sephiroth and Vincent panted as they leaned against one of the remaining walls in the back room of the weapons shop. Shattered glass cases that had once held the weapons Vincent had crafted and sold were now either scattered across the floor or twisted in the shape of clubs.

Picking up the remains of what was once a sleeve, Sephiroth gently rubbed it across his chest, attempting to clean the bloody claw marks that now resided there. "Fucking vampire," he muttered, trying to get too his feet but fell back on the floor. He gritted his teeth as ripples of pain shot up his spine.

Vincent chuckled as he watched Sephiroth flinch in pain. His eyes hazy and forehead dripping with blood from where it had been smashed into the counter. "Not so sure of yourself now, mako boy?" He asked, closing his eyes and cocking his head to the side, feeling the blood create a new course down his cheek.

The silver-haired man ignored the bleeding vampire and managed to grab onto a crate, slowly pulling himself up. Groaning, Sephiroth cautiously turned towards the hole the two of them created when Vincent had slammed Sephiroth through the wall and nearly clawed his eye out.

Walking through the hole, Sephiroth stumbled towards what remained of the counter and picked up Death Penalty. Turning back around, he stepped through the wall once more and pointed it at the bloody brunette.

Vincent smiled as he heard the gun click as the trigger was cocked and a few seconds later, the sound of something heavy hitting the floor hard. Opening one blood filled ruby-red eye; he grinned as he saw the form of Sephiroth lying face down on the floor.

Chuckling, the dark haired man slowly stood, which was in it's self quite an impressive feet considering half of his leg bone was sticking out from the skin. Limping over to the unconscious form of Sephiroth, he reached down with his scratched up good hand and picked up Death Penalty.

Kissing the barrel softly as one would kiss a crying infant, he tucked it under his clawed arm and limped his way over to the store phone. Starting to feel more blood drip down his forehead, he picked up the phone and dialed the only one he could trust in this matter.

After a few minuets of talking, Vincent hung up the phone and turned to face the body of Shinra's infamous ex-general. Sliding down the wall, Vincent glanced at his clawed as if taking in the amount of damage it had suffered.

One of the fingers was missing.

The gunslinger started to chuckle. "Let the fucker suffer," he softly mummer, just as darkness over took his vision and he joined Sephiroth in the realm of painless oblivion.

~ End of Chapter 4 ~