Masquerade of Madness: His Emotion: Part two

A feminine voice, overflowing with ignorance, spoke out, "Why protect such a thing." The distorted reality faded and a woman clad in a masculine business suit stepped from the rainy shadows. She seemed to glow in the hideous purple shade of her outfit. Her long brown hair hung in curls across her shoulders and framed her face. She almost looked charming, even with her mismatched eyes – one a hazel color and the other pure white. She smirked, letting a chuckle fly off her lips. "I mean, who would want to protect a monster?"

"It has been a long time, Monett." Vincent turned his body to face her. He glanced at her for a minute. His lips tightened into a forced smile, his posture straightened and he shook his head. He then stretched out his hand to rough up her hair affectionately. "One day you will understand, child."

Monett glared, trying to intimidate him. He called her child, she thought, when she is only one year younger. He is so arrogant!

Vincent turned around but did not walk away. "One day you will understand what a true monster is. Until then, I suggest you not challenge me," Vincent responded firmly.

Monett considered this last remark. She watched Vincent walk away. She folded her arms beneath her curvy breasts, difficult to hide even in the man's suit. She spoke calmly, trying to remove any underlying tone. She knew too well that Vincent would take it the wrong way. "Why? Just give me that much." Monett called after him frowning.

Vincent shifted his eyes to the dark grey clouds of the foreboding sky. "Because, from the moment I first saw him, Creed was so small and delicate, that I decided he was worth giving the world up. Have you ever held something so fragile in your arms, knowing that when it grows up, everyone is going to hate it? When he was young, always following me around, falling, crying, I would stop because I knew he needed me. He would smile afterward, beaming up at me. That is when I truly knew." Vincent turned his face up to the sky and continued his heartfelt response. "You do not know what it is like until you feel the need to protect something that is dear to you, until that one thing you have is in danger. The need becomes almost primal. I have nearly lost him so many times, because of the ignorance of others."

If it were not for Creed, she and Vincent would probably . . . Monett's eyes softened. "Tell me, Vincent, are you prepared to suffer for him?"

Still looking up, he smiled and hummed gently. Vincent then turned his head to face her. "You do not know how willing I am. I have always wanted to suffer in his place." The memory of Creed as a young boy, crying, covered in cuts and bruises, rushed into Vincent's mind. "Monett," he said, as he quickly replaced his smile with a stern lip, "as much as I would love to continue this, I must leave you now."

She smirked, "I will not stop you this time, but others will."

Vincent turned to face the metal central walkway in front of him. He ran hoping to catch up to Creed and Jade before they made it to the portals.

Creed stopped running and closed his eyes, as he sensed something up ahead. "They would not go that far would they?" he questioned himself.

Jade stopped moving also. "What is it?"

"The red eyes, a Spirit of Aura, and an armed grand knight," Creed slowly responded.

Jade's blob-like form jiggled and rocked. She was not prepared to fight a Spirit of Aura or a grand knight without getting killed.

"Creed, I am afraid you will have to fight. I am not willing to risk my life for you. Up to now, it was easy. We have met no one. No matter what my master says, I live to die for him and him alone."

Creed smiled at her and nodded. "I understand. Thank you for everything you have done."

"But I will not abandon you either," Jade responded sheepishly.

"What good is that if you are not going to fight?" Creed's mouth tilted and he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I have no idea," she solemnly replied.

Creed continued to be annoyed with her. "Do you just want to look good?"

Is it possible she was becoming fond of this young one, she questioned herself and chuckled, making her entire body jiggle harder.