Need For Control

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Need For Control

Prologue

The damage had been done. There was nothing that Vincent could do about it now. Not only had his body been rebuilt at the hands of that madman but so had his mind. Over the many months, perhaps even years that he had suffered life as a lab specimen, his mind had been completely dismantled and then carefully remolded.

Hojo had possessed some plan in doing this, and that was to gain Vincent’s complete and absolute submission. The former Turk had once been strong willed and in control of his own life, but then Hojo had gotten a hold of him.

The torture Vincent had endured had been for the mere purpose of shattering his mind and will that he had owned for the first twenty-seven years of his life. Once Vincent had been broken, Hojo had reconditioned him to be entirely compliant. He had literally trained Vincent to beg for everything that he wanted, and to be grateful for all that he received, whether it was kindness or pain.

Vincent had become, in essence, the ultimate slave.

And then, without explanation, he’d been placed into stasis, locked away and forgotten.

Now, Vincent found himself with AVALANCHE. He remained aloof from the rest, no longer capable of interacting with other human beings in any normal manner. He felt lost, alone, and it scared him. Vincent didn’t dare let anyone know what was actually in his heart, for he knew that his teammates would only ridicule him for his need.

No one could understand, or so he thought.

He needed someone to control him, to rule him, and that was something that shamed him deeply with every breath he took. Vincent hated Hojo for what he had been made into and detested himself. As much as he reviled the scientist though, he longed for something that only the madman had given him. All encompassing domination-- Vincent craved that which only Hojo had ever offered.

The prospect of never having what he had been made to believe he required in order to survive pained him. It downright depressed him. In order to veil what was truly in his heart, he lied when anyone would approach him about what was troubling him. He would utter some mumbled statement about love lost or his regret over Lucrecia, never letting on.

Yes, at one time he had loved Hojo’s wife, and it had been because of his desires for her that the scientist had originally taken possession of the Turk, but his honest sentiments for Lucrecia and her fate had long since faded. They had been beaten out of him by the madman nearly thirty years before. Still, he kept up the farce, hoping that it would satisfy everyone’s curiosity about him, and for the most part, it seemed to work.

Living in freedom was driving him slowly but surely into madness.