REVISED SAMPLE: Ventus landed with a sickening thud, feeling something crack. A spray of blood in his cough proved it as he scrambled to his feet, leaning heavily on Wayward Wind. Wiping his mouth, he glared daggers as Vanitas advanced on him, burying that fear, that urge to just give in and yield and avoid as much pain as possible. He couldn't do that - he couldn't. Not - Not now. It'd been so long since he'd felt even this much anger, even with his self hatred at what he'd done. He needed this fight. He'd been lied to, tricked, used - even though he knew, in his heart, that had been why he'd been permitted to 'sneak off after Vanitas had wounded Aqua.... Following her had been his first mistake. Giving in to that promise of seeing light, in exchange for her death had been his second. His inability to save one he once called a close friend was his biggest, and it stung. Stung in a way that he'd not felt in ages. Oh, he'd gotten to a world of Light and had a few peaceful moments to enjoy, to bask in it's warmth and brightness, but only to have Vanitas whirl on him, murder in his stance. Had Ventus not been so conflicted, to torn up inside and just wanting to lash out at the world, he might have cowered, maybe even begged a little.
Unfortunately, he'd not. All he'd seen was that this was going to be another 'reminder'. And all because he'd listened to his morals. To his desire to not to kill - that flailing remnant of who he was really was - of who he wanted to be again. A lesson in pain for making Vanitas have to prod and promise him something was coming and Ventus knew, without a doubt that it was. But - he didn't care.
He didn't care if he was beaten to a bloody pulp. It didn't matter that Vanitas had used his craving for Light to coax him into taking that final blow. Seeing Aqua again had ignited what little hope remained. She might be a liar, she might have denied knowing that he'd been missing, but she was his friend. And Ventus sorely missed her and Terra to the point where if he could have - if Vanitas hadn't shown then, he'd have gone to her. Trusted her words.
And he had almost done just that, if it'd not been for that possessive, controlling hand on his shoulder, the raw terror that he'd felt - the promise of seeing the light that has hooked him more thoroughly than any threat. Vanitas knew just how to control him, and Ventus had given in. After all - if he did a good job... he'd get a reward. Approval - affirmation that he'd done the right thing. so, even though he was screaming at himself inside, he'd obeyed, unleashed the shotlock on Aqua.
...... "Good job, Ventus." And Ventus has smiled, nodding - happy that he'd made his captor proud and telling himself that the guilt he felt was only because he'd stalled, faltered. Nothing more, nothing less.
First D_M post - he's not as 'broken' in this one. // KHDR Entry - not every long. :( // D_M thread -Opinions, what are they again? // Last words meme where he get's some happy. // D_M post and a Last Words meme = Rebellion of a sorts, but he still eventually falls back into doing what Vani wants.
REVISED SAMPLE:
Ventus landed with a sickening thud, feeling something crack. A spray of blood in his cough proved it as he scrambled to his feet, leaning heavily on Wayward Wind. Wiping his mouth, he glared daggers as Vanitas advanced on him, burying that fear, that urge to just give in and yield and avoid as much pain as possible. He couldn't do that - he couldn't. Not - Not now. It'd been so long since he'd felt even this much anger, even with his self hatred at what he'd done. He needed this fight. He'd been lied to, tricked, used - even though he knew, in his heart, that had been why he'd been permitted to 'sneak off after Vanitas had wounded Aqua.... Following her had been his first mistake. Giving in to that promise of seeing light, in exchange for her death had been his second. His inability to save one he once called a close friend was his biggest, and it stung. Stung in a way that he'd not felt in ages. Oh, he'd gotten to a world of Light and had a few peaceful moments to enjoy, to bask in it's warmth and brightness, but only to have Vanitas whirl on him, murder in his stance. Had Ventus not been so conflicted, to torn up inside and just wanting to lash out at the world, he might have cowered, maybe even begged a little.
Unfortunately, he'd not. All he'd seen was that this was going to be another 'reminder'. And all because he'd listened to his morals. To his desire to not to kill - that flailing remnant of who he was really was - of who he wanted to be again. A lesson in pain for making Vanitas have to prod and promise him something was coming and Ventus knew, without a doubt that it was. But - he didn't care.
He didn't care if he was beaten to a bloody pulp. It didn't matter that Vanitas had used his craving for Light to coax him into taking that final blow. Seeing Aqua again had ignited what little hope remained. She might be a liar, she might have denied knowing that he'd been missing, but she was his friend. And Ventus sorely missed her and Terra to the point where if he could have - if Vanitas hadn't shown then, he'd have gone to her. Trusted her words.
And he had almost done just that, if it'd not been for that possessive, controlling hand on his shoulder, the raw terror that he'd felt - the promise of seeing the light that has hooked him more thoroughly than any threat. Vanitas knew just how to control him, and Ventus had given in. After all - if he did a good job... he'd get a reward. Approval - affirmation that he'd done the right thing. so, even though he was screaming at himself inside, he'd obeyed, unleashed the shotlock on Aqua.
...... "Good job, Ventus." And Ventus has smiled, nodding - happy that he'd made his captor proud and telling himself that the guilt he felt was only because he'd stalled, faltered. Nothing more, nothing less.
A delusional lie.....
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