((I hate my self-destructive nature.... I never do think of things like that. I guess I'll never know why I'm such a pathetic creature....))
Vincent was 9 years old again. He was running from his father, who was wielding a knife. "GET BACK HERE, BOY!" the father yelled. Vincent continued to run for his life. His father was spellbound by the other Vincent. How he didn't know.
The evil Vincent and their father cornered him at last. "I'LL KILL YOU!" His father lunged towards the good Vincent, who ducked just in time to avoid a fatal wound. The evil Vincent slashed their father's head off. "Who needs you, you worthless oaf?!" The evil Vincent then glared at his brother. "And now to finish you off...." The good Vincent rolled forward between the evil Vincent's legs, dodging the attack. The chase began again, the evil Vincent chasing after the good Vincent. The good Vincent ducked behind a tree just in time before a blazing green light bled from the air where he was just a moment ago. "DON'T YOU DARE TURN YOUR BACK ON ME, BROTHER! I WANT YOU TO LOOK AT ME WHEN I KILL YOU! I WANT TO SEE THE LIGHT LEAVE YOUR EYES!!" his evil twin yelled with fury.
The good Vincent held his breath, gathering his strength, until he broke into another run. Again, the evil Vincent gave chase. Then their dear, sweet mother came out of the house to see what was going on, and the evil Vincent lunged for her. She screamed, but her voice was cut short by the same green light from before. The good Vincent was filled with such despair, not even what Luna felt when the Negaforce hit the Moon Kingdom all those years ago could compare to it. Crying, the good Vincent kept running until he came face-to-face with his brother again.
"You cannot hide from me. Accept your doom."
With that, the evil Vincent raised his sword for a final attack that would plunge the world into darkness.....
Luna's heart suddenly skipped a beat. She could feel what Vincent was feeling. She could see into his dream, which abruptly came to an end. Perhaps now she could understand at least a little bit of why Vincent hated life so much.
With an ear-splitting scream of terror, Vincent leapt from the couch, drew his sword and slashed savagely through the air not one inch away from Luna's head. It was morning. The couch was soaked with Vincent's sweat.
The terrified look in Vincent's eyes were replaced with sorrow. He knelt, dropping his sword, and hung his head, crying. "I saw their deaths yet again....I saw my parents being murdered by my brother.....I was only nine...."
((If that's not what you mean, I don't know what is.))