Like the gunshot in darkness, full of smoke and ash
He stared at the woman in shock, her words floating around and around in his head, 'he's your son'. No. Almost in a daze, he lifted the red-headed child, no more than a baby into his arms, finding himself staring into a sea of uncomprehending turquoise. No. Cold blue met the color of waves and clashed, sparking and lighting with mako brightness in a moment of realization.
You know the night is magic, like wine's dark flash
You can't be. The child's eyes seemed to glow, soul stained with power beyond it's comprehension, poisoned by the thing that dwelled beneath the pale, flawless skin. Silent cold, like the gaze of a killer watched him from the eyes of the innocent, unknowingly projecting an aura of finality. He shivered as his skin began to crawl. In my own blood.
Then the glow was gone, as if it never existed, sinking like a leviathan beneath the waves of blue. The boy yawned and blinked at him sleepily, bored in the way all children are when the object of their attention ceases to amuse them. But he, especially he, had seen it.
An intoxicating fire that burns beneath the veins
Lifting his head as he tucked the child under his chin, he glanced at the darkly exotic man who stood quietly in the shadows. There was no solace in the emerald eyes, but there was also no recrimination, simply a calm sadness, as if the eyes saw the pain and felt for it, but was unable to do anything about it. It's all in him.
For a fraction of a second, his friend inclined his head, as if bowing before the inevitable and before him. Brushing back his own vibrant red hair, a shade darker than the child who he held close, he pressed a button on his beeper.
Igniting the heart like lighting does the flames
Red eyes watched him quizzically as he handed the boy to the Turk and gestured toward the back door, behind which the mother and their other son were waiting. "Take them away."
"Sir?" the smooth velvet of the dark haired man's voice was curious.
"Take them away and kill them."
If Vincent was surprised or disgusted he gave no sign, simply nodded assent and went about his business, the cold clinical detachment of a Turk slipping around his shoulders like a shroud.
It's a vengeance of eternity for a fraction of pain
"Are you sure of this?"
"Yes."
"You don't sound so sure."
"Does it matter?"
"He's your own son."
"He's Chaos, the End of Everything. He needs to die."
"Does he deserve it?"
"It's not your place to question, Dark Nation."
"It's not yours to judge, Red."
The blood of thousands as a silent, sweet refrain
"Please ... "
Arms caught and held the Turk as he reached out with trembling fingers to the exotic figure who stood just within the shadows, soft green eyes enticing him, "I'll be silent."
"I know this hurts you."
"I cared too ... "
"I know. And now we have to kill him."
It's a killer's paradise, the compromise of neutrality
Even as his leader found solace in the arms of the quiet man who haunted the labs, Vincent walked through the streets of Midgar, conscious heavy as he led both the woman and her children through the darkness that was broken only by the occasional harsh light of a street lamp. Even those grew few and far between as he continued his relentless pace into the darkest corridors of Sector Five. Only when he reached the humming wall of the sector's reactor did he stop, ruby eyes flashing coldly as he drew his mask tighter and gestured for the civilians to proceed. The woman gave him a nervous glance but did as he indicated, tugging on the hand of the little boy with the strawberry blonde hair and hugging her younger son to her chest.
It's the end, the final end ~
As they turned away, he lifted his gun, the one that was both a gift and a promise from the man who he now obeyed, and fired.
"Death Penalty"
TBC ...