Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ I Know What Lies Beneath the Snowfields ❯ Chapter 23 ( Chapter 23 )

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"I Know What's Beneath the Snow Fields"
Chapter 23

The Nibel Mountain peaks pointed up to the blue sky, some daring to
disrupt the puffy, sailing clouds. Those magnificent mountains, with their
snowy caps, towered high above their rugged domain. Their hard, barren
rocks surveyed the rolling hills below with a sneer, most contemptuous of
their gentle, meek appearance. A biting, arctic wind incessantly huffed
between the jagged peaks to discourage any life from thriving. Indeed, many
had ominously described the Nibel Mountains as "the solid proof of Nature's
mastery over the earth".

Yet despite the tyranny of those cold mountains, a small village had
managed to snuggle up comfortably at its majestic feet. The mountain tops
all scoffed at this insignificant village, but decided to spare its measely
life, thinking itself far too mighty to crush it.

The sleepy village of Nibelheim, initially a camp for miners, betrayed
every sign of rural life. The quaint, cosy cottages clustered around the
stone square, while a timeworn, battered well marked the centre. A low
fence surrounded the village, with a plain, wooden gateway to welcome
visitors (which weren't that many). Lush green grass fringed the edges of
the village, even though autumn had assumed control long ago.

At daybreak, the villagers would stumble out of their cottages to complete
their daily tasks. The venerable innkeeper swept his doorstep every
morning, then bustled inside to prepare breakfast for his guests.
Hard-faced, sleepy miners would shuffle out their houses with picks, ready
to dig in the mountains for materia. Their stout wives lingered by their
doorways, gossiping about the news of the day. No sight warmed the heart
more than these good villagers bustling about in the morning.

Unfortunately, these simple people bore an unreasonable terror of any
stranger who stumbled into their quiet village. Most of them scurried back
inside, yet peered through the windows to study the new-comer. Therefore,
when the rumor about "ShinRa people" arriving here proved correct, everyone
barred their doors in fear. The men lingered by the inn door, waiting for
the "ShinRa people", while the more timid women peeked through the windows
from time to time. The children, on the other hand, pressed their full
faces against the window panes and waited impatiently. They seemed
particularly excited at the idea of seeing "an actual Turk!".

Two lightly-armed soldiers were seen to march across the village square
and stop at the wooden gateway. They still chatted in a subdued voice as
they waited, but always kept their eyes fixed on the hills beyond. They too
appeared anxious to greet these expected guests.

All of Nibelheim, in fact, braced itself for the anticipated arrival.

A low buzz echoed across the silent hills, gradually growing louder with
each minute. Soon, a black, posh car was spotted zooming up the path
towards the village. Everyone watched it approach until it finally halted
at the humble gate.

Vincent, who had been the driver for the journey up to Nibelheim, silently
dismounted the car. At the same time, a tall, middle-aged man with a
moustache stepped out. The Turk opened the back door for Lucrecia and
Professor Hojo, then signalled for the two soldiers to approach. They
immediately marched over to the car.

After a sharp salute to the new company, one of the soldiers began to
unload the luggage from the car. Meanwhile, the other soldier conducted the
four new guests through the gate and across the village square.

A deathly silence fell on the village as the ShinRa visitors headed
towards the stony staircase just beyond the square. Curious heads peeked
through dim windows or half-opened doors; they marvelled at each passing
guest, but none dared breathe a word for fear of attracting undue
attention.

Fortunately, none of the solemn guests expressed much interest in the
quiet village, save Lucrecia who smiled in wonder at the charming
surroundings. Professor Hojo only "humph"ed loudly and tied his hands
behind his back as usual when unimpressed. They marched in a single file up
the stony steps, still led by the soldier, until finallly, they reached the
ShinRa Mansion.

Nestled at the higher end of Nibelheim, the ShinRa Mansion overlooked this
sleepy village with an air of arrogant superiority. ShinRa Inc. had
purchased this grand mansion from some wealthy merchant (now dead), and
renovated it into an outpost for "special uses". None of the simple
villagers ever neared it without a foreboding. Perhaps the deathly silence
that always hovered over the grey roof frightened them; or maybe thoses
towering gables which stoically eyed their peaceful village filled their
hearts with discomfort. Not surprisingly, the villagers avoided the mansion
as best as possible, especially when occupied with "ShinRa people".

The mansion had snuggled itself comfortably along one edge of the humble
village, surrounded by a high stone wall to ward off uninvited guests. An
iron gate reluctantly admitted visitors along a winding cobblestone path up
to the arched door, where two towers jealously guarded the entrance. A
sequence of large, rectangular windows crammed the brick facade, while a
corresponding series of gables peeked out along the roof.

Indeed, this eerie mansion bore a strange mixture of ominousness and
beauty, further accentuated by the gentle sunlight shining between the cold
gables.

The new guests marched past the iron gate, up to the impressive oak door.
The soldier silently led them inside, then slammed the door shut behind
himself.

They entered an extremely spacious hall, each wall with a door leading to
a different room. A bronze chandelier dangled high up from the ceiling,
showering the entire hall with a delicate, gentle light. At the landing of
the broad staircase, three enormous stained windows overlooked the hall
below. A huge oil painting of the mountains adorned the wall by the
staircase, while a glass lantern hung over every door on the ground floor.
One round carpet piece marked the centre.

The four guests waited patiently for a moment until Davoren appeared at
the landing of the stairs.

"Ah, Professor Gast," he greeted respectfully, "Welcome to Nibelheim,
Sir."

Davoren descended the staircase to welcome Professor Gast, the middle-aged
man with the moustache. Though nicknamed "The Greatest Scientist on earth",
Professor Gast's appearance failed to fit the prestigious description. He
was an extremely tall man, with a thick moustache and freshly-cropped
greying hair. His strong chin certainly expressed strict authority, but his
fatherly eyes warmed up to anyone who approached him. Modest to almost a
fault, he was, as Lucrecia had rightfully desribed him, very patient and
friendly; traits which did not befit "The Greatest scientist on earth" (or
so at least President ShinRa had declared)

After shaking hands with the three scientists, and a quick exchange of
greetings with Vincent, Davoren conducted the guests up the broad steps. he
guessed them to be quite fatigued with the journey across the countryside.

"I trust Mr. Valentine made sure you all had a comfortable trip, Professor
Gast?" Davoren asked as they ascended the stairs to the second floor.

Professor Hojo only scoffed, but Gast graciously answered, "Oh, quite so,
Mr. Davoren. We had a pleasant journey up to here, thank you."

"Is all the laboratory equipment ready, Sir?" interjected Hojo with forced
politeness, "I want to start immediately."

"Of course, Professor," Davoren replied, "Everything has been prepared."

"No, I think it's better if we rest for a while," Gast suggested amicably
to his colleague, "I'm sure poor Lucrecia is extremely exhausted with the
long journey."

Davoren halted in the corridor as he turned around to face the dissentient
visitors; he folded his arms, waiting for a final agreement. Lucrecia
fidgetted very nervously in her spot while Vincent stood a few steps behind
her. Professor Hojo's mean eyes glared back at the silent, timid woman,
then at the two Turks most insolently. An awkward silence fell on the
group.

"Fine! Fine!" the spiteful man spluttered, "I suppose we ALL need some
rest."

"Very well, then," resumed Davoren, "I'll guide you to your rooms. Right
this way, please."

Seven months had passed since that terrorist incident at the Reactor, yet
Professor Gast had never stopped voicing his displeasure. He had been so
brutally terrorised, so roughly mishandled, he had demanded President
ShinRa find him a quiet place for research.

"Far away from the riff-raff of this crazy city, and all this gratuitous
violence!" as Gast had angirly expressed.

Being in charge of the promising "JENOVA Project", and unquestionably the
most important scientist in ShinRa Inc., Professor Gast's wishes were
immediately taken into consideration: he wished to conduct further
"investigations" into the alien lifeform as part of the overall research,
yet refused to have an entire committee of scientists tagging along. This
research required the presence of two scientists, three at most.

"You'd think he runs the place, the way he's ordering everyone around,"
President ShinRa had complained while reading the list of requests, "Who's
the boss around here, anyway!"

Nevetheless, Professor Gast's wishes were obeyed. The President chose
Nibelheim, a remote village near the rugged mountains of Nibel to be the
research place. The villagers were kind-hearted, simple people ("stupid"
was the President's expression), and would hardly interfere with the
Project. The ShinRa Mansion could accomodate several scientists, all the
nessessary laboratory equipment, including a preservatory tank for JENOVA.

Therefore, the alien lifeform was carefully transported via the sea to the
quaint village of Nibelheim. In the meantime, Davoren had been sent one
month in advance to prepare the mansion for the arriving guests. He had
dutifully overseen the delivery of JENOVA from the harbour to the
preservatory tank; every room in the mansion had been impeccably prepared;
he had even hired a servant, some middle-aged woman of homely appearance,
to cook and clean for the honoured guests (however, she was strictly
instructed NOT to near the library below).

Vincent, on the other hand, was ordered to escort Professor Gast and his
entourage when they would actually leave Midgar. President ShinRa,
furthermore, had informed the Turk he would be staying at Nibelheim, with
Davoren, until the research was completed.

"Now that could range from one month to a full year," the President had
laughed, puffing his dirty cigar, "So you be sure to bring along plenty of
video games, magazines, or whatever else you like, Vincent. Nibelheim is
the most boring place on earth..right after the Morgans', that is."

So, with a most friendly handshake, President ShinRa wished the Turk a
"bon voyage", and dismissed him.

Since that fateful night one month ago, Vincent had never tried speaking
to Lucrecia. Her repulsive action still baffled his senses, yet he
patiently waited for her to forgive whatever offense he had committed
against her. Unfortunately, Lucrecia never came to him; either the Project
had completely won her attention, or she simply refused to see Vincent
anymore. He knew she tried her best to avoid him, as though he intended to
harm her, but still, Vincent would not impose himself.

His reaction had been ambivalent on learning that Lucrecia would be on the
entourage to Nibelheim. Vincent, of course, missed her immensely, even
yearned for her again. On the other hand, her reserved treatment of him had
left a sharp pang in his heart. However, Vincent bore the blow as
gracefully as he could, and maintained a stoic face.

She scarcely spoke to him during the entire trip, if only to say "excuse
me" or "sorry". Much to his dismay, she preferred to discuss testing
samples, data information, or other complicated details with Professor
Hojo. Her eyes always avoided Vincent's, and she treated him with such
stiffness, it pained him deeply.

Yet depite her caution, Vincent could see straight through her cold
disguise. He detected an unnaturally nervous tremor in her voice whenever
she spoke in his presense. If their eyes happened to meet, Vincent
instantly discerned her frightened look. Lucrecia seemed so afraid of him;
afraid he'd guess some dark secret of hers. Though she vigorously sought to
conceal it, she knew Vincent had noticed her apprehension. He only pretnded
to notice nothing.

However, Vincent wasn't certain what exactly aroused such distress in
Lucrecia. At first, the kiss had sprung to his mind: perhaps *that* still
upset her? But his anxious heart insisted something else, far more serious,
troubled the poor woman. But what?

Vincent battered his brains in search of a satisfactory answer, yet none
justified her strange behavior.

Days passed. The three scientists bustled incessantly downstairs in the
library, scribbling furiously or conducting mysterious "tests". In fact,
they seldom emerged from the basement during the day, if only to grab a
bite or take a quick nap. Neither Vincent nor Davoren dared disturb them;
instead, they strolled around the village, or chatted idly over a game of
poker. Though Vincent considered Davoren his best Turk friend, he never
confided in him any of his personal concerns about Lucrecia. If Davoren
asked him why he looked so wistful or glum, Vincent would automatically
blame it on the autumn weather.

He kept all his thoughts, concerns, and worries bottled up in his own
mind. A thousand little questions frustrated his senses: he *knew* Lucrecia
concealed some heavy matter not meant for him to know. He saw it
immediately whenever she passed or looked at him.

But what was it she tried so hard (and in vain) to hide from him?

Determined to set his mind at rest, Vincent decided to ask Lucrecia
herself for a definite answer. Therefore, one afternoon, about two weeks
since their arrival, Vincent wandered down to the library.