Hi everyone! its Kurosaki-Chan! I've recently met the guest who goes be the name SecretWish in real life, and she agreed to edit my stories, so I've revised BTR with the edits, that she gave me. I hope you guys, enjoy this revised version!
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"Why do you weigh me? What does it matter?" I asked the guy. We were in a room that was kinda like a doctor's office. There were guards stationed at the doors, and the windows. I had a reputation for trying to escape. I'd beaten up quite a few of them, and it was almost entertaining to see them flinch whenever I stood up They'd removed the forearm of my automail to stop me from punching the bastards' faces in with it and to keep me from using alchemy to escape. When, or if, I ever get out of here, Winry's gonna be so pissed. Hopefully though she'll attack the scientists that took half my arm rather than me with that damn wrench she somehow always has on her.
This place is like a prison for freaks. Apparently the fact that I can do alchemy without transmutation circle makes me one. Also, this damn arm and leg. If they think I'm strange they should see my brother whose soul I bonded to a suit of armor, when we had...an accident. Anyways, if I told them why I could do alchemy without a transmutation circle, they wouldn't believe me.
The man didn't answer my question. Heh, they really were scared of me around here. I don't think that's a particularly good thing, I think…I was starting to get used to it. My captors and fellow lab rats don't talk to me; they don't know what the hell will set me off. But that only happened once, I swear! Some guy said I was small. I'm not small! Anyways, this place is boring, boring, and more boring. There's never anything to do. They research "patients" here, trying to find the root of their abnormalities. For me they on my automail, testing its strength, and studying, I guess you could call it that, how the nerves are connected to the automail. The damn tests hurt like hell When they were done weighing me I grabbed my clothes. I still don't get why the hell you have to wear only underwear when you get weighed. Anyways, I pulled my clothes on, and the guards escorted me out. When I first came here, they didn't believe someone so, yeah I'll say it, small, you happy now? could be as strong and fight like I do. They also don't know that I used to spar every day with a suit of armor and I'm not ever going to let them know that.
I've been here for a few months now, and unless I'm in another country like Xing, or Drachma or something ( )should've found me by now. Though I don't think I'm in another country. They didn't knock me out or anything, I was just blindfolded and my hands were tied behind my back. They didn't use a train, so the bastards didn't take me far. Also, the drive was too short. I was in the Eastern Headquarters when they took me. If they were taking me somewhere like Xing or Drachma it would've made more sense if they'd taken me while I was at Central or Western Headquarters.
The guards led me to the courtyard. The courtyard is a 20x20 slab of concrete with 3 sides bordered by buildings. The fourth side looks toward freedom, with an barbed wired, electric fence. It's almost as if they're taunting us with that view of the outside world. They probably are. It's for some stupid psychological test.
I'm not much for conversation, and people here are scared of me. My appearance doesn't help. They decided I could keep my clothes, but they cut of my left pant leg and my right sleeve to make it easier to check out my automail. I look like a circus sideshow freak. Add that to the known fact that I've reduced some of the strongest guards in this place to pieces, then that's gonna leave most people pretty scared. Some are scared of the automail because of religion to, like Rose. I think for her it was a little of both but she was freaked. I guess what I had said was pretty creepy too. Depending on how you look at it. This 'modification' was convenient for them, and super embarrassing for me. My almost permanent frown scares a lot of people too, because of my appearance, and reputation. So to sum it all up, I basically look like someone who likes to burn animal shelters down for fun. I do have soft side though, but to be honest people don't see it a lot. I've always been guarded especially concerning my feelings since Al's and my...mistake. It works. The only thing that gives people the benefit of doubt is...my…...You know what? Forget it. Today, however, a lot of people got to see that rare side, more then I'm comfortable with.
There was a new "patient" a little girl, about 4 or 5 years old. She had brown hair pulled back with a purple headband. There are a lot of kids around here. It's kinda sick seeing that these people are testing on these kids, the youngest one I've see is just now turning four. I don't know why she's here, but it's still sick. The girl was crying. To be honest I've had enough with kids crying because of what these sick bastards are doing to them. I stood up, and walked across the sorry excuse for a courtyard. Everyone just stopped and stared, they all knew who I was. I was that-"guy who took down the strongest guard like it was the easiest thing he'd ever done." Which that was the easiest thing I'd done for a while, so they're not too far from the truth. They see where I'm heading and I can feel the unspoken question, "Oh God is he really going to hurt that little girl?" If my personality matched my looks I might've done that, but I'm above hurting kids. I kneeled down in from of the girl, and gave her a small smile.
"Hey sweetie, what's wrong?" I asked her, though I already had my own answer to that one: "We're stuck in this hellhole with no way to get out."
"Mama an' daddy gave me away." She cried. The girl didn't pay attention to my automail, I've found that with little kids. If you're nice to them, they'll trust you. It's also a dangerous trait for kids to have.
"Can you tell me what happened?"
"A man came an' daddy gave 'em money, an' mama gave 'em me. I din' wanna go, but they made me." Her tears started falling down her face even harder. It's just fucking sick that a parent would sell their own child. They might've needed extra money, or something, but to sell your kid for anything is just messed up.
"What's your name sweetie?" I dried her tears and she looked up at me.
"Janna" She sniffled.
"Janna, that's a pretty name, yeah?" Janna nodded.
"What happened to your arm 'n' leg mister?" She curiously touched the shoulder of my automail.
"Well, me, and my brother had a...accident, and I lost my real ones," I told her, "But I have a really good friend, and she made these new ones for me." I smiled at her again, and this time she smiled back.
"It looks really cool," Janna said, looking at it with interest only a 5 year old would have. She looked at me again, and asked, "Do you miss your old ones?" I smiled again, though it was a sad smile.
"Yeah, I do." I didn't tell her that I've been looking for a way to get my arm, and leg back. And I didn't tell her about Al. I haven't told anyone here about those things. It's a weak spot for me and I'm not telling anyone about any weaknesses. It'll get to those bastard scientist and they'll find a way to make it hurt even more.
Janna wasn't crying anymore, instead she was smiling. And the rest of the people in the courtyard just gaped, though they quickly averted their eyes when I made contact. You could tell what they were thinking by their faces' which had a look that to me registered as "What! Is this really the same guy that can beat up men three times his size like it's normal, or am I trippin?" I still didn't know why Janna was here though, so I do what you when you have a question. I asked.
"Janna, can you do anything special?" I inquired. She looked up. This must've been something no one had ever asked her. She nodded and said:
"I see invisible people," like it was normal. Well for her, maybe it was. Psychic or just imaginary friends, I couldn't tell.
"That's pretty cool." I told her smiling; she'd smiled back finally stopping the flood of tears coming from her eyes. "You're going to be okay, yeah?" Janna nodded.
They had everything on some sort of damn schedule here so by the time I'd finished calming Janna down, they started herding us back into our "respectful" wings. All of us lab rats had been categorized depending on our "abnormalities."
At first they'd had no idea where to put me, so they just placed me in a random wing. It happened to be deformities. Fitting don't you think? "Maybe these bastards had a sense of humor." When I arrived at the door to the wing, the guards that escorted me everywhere showed up. I'd beat up so many of them and those sick whitecoats here that they follow me around everywhere now. No less than five. Just another reason I can't make any friends here. The guards scream dangerous.
They lead me back to my room, If could call it my own. It's a stark white room with a tiny bathroom that could barely fit a toilet and sink, and two beds. There's no way to differentiate it from any other unblemished room' though I've seen some with scrapes on the wall from "patients" who can't take this. Usually there are two people to a room, unless there wasn't enough room for one person. Those lucky bastards that got 'em. Me? I have my own room because they consider me a threat to their precious "test subjects." Though an hour or so later, that fact was disproved, I got a psychotic roommate possibly more dangerous than me. No, diffidently more dangerous. A guard unlocked the door and entered.
"Looks like you've got a new roommate Elric." He said.
I was facing the wall and didn't really care at the moment. I heard the footsteps of the guy I would be bunking with. They were light, almost silent, like a cat's.
"So, you finally found someone that was dangerous to safely bunk me with? Good for you!" I said sarcastically sitting up. "You know you could just bunk me with anyone right? It's not like I'm gonna try to hurt someone who's not trying to pull my arm off."
And just to let you guys know, my chapters will be updated whenever SecretWish finishes editing the chapters, so I can't promise any expected deadlines. SecretWish also now has her own account you can follow, and favorite her, and her stories at the username SecretWishX Arigato!
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