(A/N I already had this written I'm not sure if I will continue after this or not I may make it a completed story lemme know in the comments if you liked it this story is for my friend Lucious)
Cradle of Lust
Vincent's awakening
All was dark and all Vincent could feel was cold air engulf him. While he may have been blinded Vincent found all his other senses kicking into over-drive. His hearing could detect what seemed like hundreds of voices talking without end. None spoke out to him but rather talked aimlessly and many even sang and cursed. He tasted thousands of flavors dancing along his tongue, some were sweet while others were bitter and some were indescribable. Each breath he took flushed the cold air into his lungs. He felt as though his insides were becoming frozen, the cold sensation almost became pain.
As quickly as one can blink the coldness that had gripped Vincent had suddenly grown hot, so hot it felt as though he were burning. In a flash, the surrounding darkness became a bright inferno of hellfire. Flames scorched Vincent's body from head to toe and he swelled be such pain and agony. He yelled but couldn't hear himself over the deafening voices that flooded his mind. For the briefest of moments, Vincent was trapped in this pool of suffering and as quick as it came it all vanished leaving him in darkness once more only now all was silent. The voices had stopped.
He opened his eyes to the sight of a mid-day sun. He found himself lying on a grassy field surrounded by tall greened leafed trees. All was peaceful. As he took in his surroundings a subtle breeze swept over his face. He grunted as brought himself to sit upright in the grass and as he did he heard a sudden childish giggle behind him. Cautiously he turned to face the source. Before him was a young girl wearing a green summer dress perhaps seven years of age. Her hair was auburn and hung loosely down her shoulders, her skin was well tanned and she possessed a pair of misty green eyes that were fixated on Vincent's own.
"Who are you?" Vincent asked.
The girl giggled. "It's me silly, Nancy!"
Vincent's lips parted in awe, his eyes grew wide with clarity.
"Nancy...I remember. You were my neighbor once, and I'd always watch you from a window playing piano."
"Then one day I caught you looking in!" Nancy replied.
"Yeah, you did. You even came out and dragged me in and insisted instead of staring I should play along with you."
"And you were good at the piano! Well after a few lessons." She giggled.
Vincent's lips slowly broke into a smile. "Every day after that, you invited me in to play along with you. You were never anything but nice to me; an odd weird kid."
The girl shrugged. "How could I not? You were always nice to me."
Vincent's smile slowly faded. "How can I have forgotten you?"
"You didn't forget me. After I moved you just become lost."
Vincent reached out to grasp her tiny hand, it was warm. He stared into her eyes with his own nearly in tears.
"Right now, are you even real?" he asked.
"I'm as real as your memory allows me to be." She replied.
"So if I can remember you now, does this mean I'm whole?"
Nancy reached out and whipped away the tears starting to over-flow from Vincent's eyes.
"You're almost whole. You just need to do one more thing now."
Vincent sighed. "Which is?"
"Find me, find love."
