Alright. I had just finished watching Full Metal Alchemist episode 7: The Talking Chimera (...er whatever it's called...). The emotions in that episode were so powerful... I had to write this. It's a poem about how Edward feels through the whole end of the episode (or close to it). First person, Edwards point of view.
THIS IS MY VERY FIRST FULL METAL ALCHEMIST FANFIC! So please be gentle with me. I tried my best to write it and make it sound believable... but yea...
I do not own Full Metal Alchemist: Ed, Al, and all the rest dont belong to me... even tho I wish I had Alexander as my dog and Alchemy powers of my own... *laughs nervously*
Warning: No rhyme.
Rated T because of a curse word, and mentions of death... just to be safe...
Monster
Monster.
So, Tucker, when was the first time you made one of these?
Human speaking Chimeras?
Two years ago, right?
And when exactly did your wife leave you?
Two years ago, right?
The letters Nina wrote?
Did they reach her mother?
Tell me this:
Where have Alexander and Nina gone to?
Monster.
The look in those crazy eyes of yours, they tell all.
All your secrets, all your lies.
They tell all.
Monster.
You used your wife the first time.
The first time you made one of these sick human hybrids.
Trying to make a talking Chimera.
Her words were: "I want to die."
Weren't they?
This time: you used your daughter.
Your daughter and your dog.
You transmuted them.
You transmuted them into that-that thing!
Monster.
An easy process when you use people, right?
An easy process to make your sick mutations.
An easy process, right?
Monster.
Rationalizing.
That's what you're trying to do.
Why?
How can you rationalize this: your own family?
You're toying with people's lives!
"Toying with lives?" you laugh. "Like your arm and leg there?
"Or your brother's body? Or trying to bring your mother back?
"That's toying isn't it?" you say.
Monster.
"You don't really think you're any different from me, do you Ed?" you ask.
A growl of anger, I can't help myself, nor will I.
I punch you swift and hard to the ground.
Monster.
Me? I'm nothing like you!
Al and I: we suffered from our mistake. Us.
But you: you made your own daughter suffer from yours.
Suffer a fate much like death.
She's already asked: "Why does it hurt here?"
No reason, you say?
You'd suffer; your life would be ruined, either way.
Between with or without science, you chose science.
To see if you could do it.
Monster.
Partly for respect? Partly for the house? Like me?
Partly because I did it for my mother?
Bull-shit‼
Monster.
"…For knowledge…
…For control…
…Just to prove you can…"
No, you're wrong. Alchemy is not…
I am nothing like you!
The fury, the rage, coursing through my very veins.
I wouldn't've held back. I would've killed you right then and there.
But Nina, your once beloved- if ever at all?- child, came up and told me no.
I would've have separated her- but I don't want a repeat of mom.
Monster.
The next events don't matter.
All you need to know is the last.
The very, very last.
Monster.
The rain pelts down like my tears.
These tears I cry for Nina.
Nina, I'm sorry- I'm so, so sorry.
You didn't deserve this pain, you didn't deserve this death.
You deserved to live.
She was only four years old, Tucker, four years old.
You're stupid mistake cost her her life.
The life that should've been spared.
You lost everything, Tucker, everything.
Monster.
You've lost your wife, your daughter, your family,
Your mind.
You're a monster, Tucker.
You're a monster!
