The Winged Child
Summary: What would happen if Barry the chopper's escape from lab 5 introduced him to a little child?
This is my first ever fullmetal alchemist fic, I made this from the brotherhood version. I saw episode 19 and I wished that Barry was still alive, I was starting to become a fan of him, I liked how though he's a psychotic killer, he has a funny side. That's why I made this story, I want him to live! I only own my character, Emil.
Chapter 1: The boy with wings
During the night of the 5th laboratory accident in central, as it began to collapse, a large suit of armor escaped, laughing almost menacingly. The armor wore a skull helmet with small horns at the top of its head, its armor was covered in fur that went around his shoulder, in its right hand was a large butchers knife, the smell of dry blood still coming from the blade. "Finally, I'm free to do what I want, now then... let's see if I can find some nice victims to chop up tonight."
The armor had a name, Number 66 it was called, but before the armor, he was known as a human named Barry; he was a butcher who loved his work, his favorite thing to do was chop up the meat, but soon he realized it wasn't enough to chop up dead meat. Barry decided to try chopping up human lives, starting with his wife, he soon learned that he loved it, and after twenty three kills, he was later known as Barry the butcher. But like all murderers, he was brought to justice by the state and was sentenced to death, but that wasn't the end for Barry. Barry's death was nothing but a cover up for the truth, he was put in 5th laboratory by the military, where they took his soul and placed it in the armor he now resides in. "Doesn't look like anyone's out tonight."
As a suit of armor, Barry's duty was to gaurd the laboratory from intruders, but now that it was destroyed, he was free to kill again; but unfortunatly for him, he could not find a single victim to find, and he really needed something chop up. 'There has to be someone out here, anyone I can kill.'
It was either a coincidence, or a gift from the devil himself, but Barry's plea was actually answered by what he saw; there in a distant corner was a small child, and by the way he was alone, it looked like he was homeless. Barry could feel the exctasy of killing begin to overflow inside his soul, and if he could make facial movements, he would be showing a psychotic smile. 'I never killed a child before, but there's always a first, and who'll know?'
Barry walked to the boy as quietly as he could, gripping his butchers knife wife a murderous intent, his thirst for blood growing with every step he took until he was right behind the child. "It's not good to be out in the middle of the night, especially when there's a killer on the loose."
"Huh?"
The child turned around to see Barry, his knive raised in the air, ready to be swung down. "Like the murderer feared by all, Barry the chopper!"
Barry swung his knife with delight, ready to hear the screams of the child in front of him, but as the moonlight shined on him and victim, something happened that seemed unimaginable... Barry stopped his swing, only to see the child up close; what he saw was a child with hair darker than black, and eyes as red as blood, but the face seemed out of place, it was unemotional, yet cute at the same time with rosy cheeks, almost like a little girl. The child was wearing a black overcoat with a hood, inside it was a ragged white shirt and a pair of ripped pants. Barry was surpised, especially when he saw a pair of small wings on the child's back, and a small black choker on his neck. "Nice try, but it'll take a lot more than a cute face to stop me from killing you!"
Barry went back to where he started and swung his butcher knife, but much to his avail, his arm just wouldn't finish the kill. "Damn it, what's wrong with me."
Barry walked away and turned his back to the child in front of him. "I never killed a child before, I usually go for adults, mostly young women, but that doesn't mean I can't kill one. I'd love to see the kid's insides, but something's stopping me from chopping her up."
"Excuse me."
Barry turned back around to see the child behind him, he thought the child would've ran away, but there it was, pulling on the fur toga on his body. "Do you know that you're talking to yourself?"
"S-Shut up, you need to mind your own business!" He retorted
"I know, but you seemed to be worried about something," The child said, the unemotional expression now a worried one. "Maybe I can help you figure it out."
That sounded extremely out of place to Barry, was the kid actually asking if he could help kill himself? "Are you braindead, don't you know that I'm trying to kill you?"
"I guess I do, but it looks like you're having a problem," The child said. "I'm sorry if I'm making it hard for you, should I turn my back to you to make it easier?"
This situation was insane, even for someone like Barry to comprehend. "Great, now you took the fun out of it! Forget it, just go away little girl."
"Little girl, but... I'm a boy." The boy answered
"A boy... a boy... ahahahahahahahaha!" Barry was couldn't stop laughing, he knew someone would come if he stood there, so he ran away while still laughing.
"What was... so funny?" The boy asked
Barry found himself in the middle of a park, still laughing to himself from what he just saw. "Oh man, that was just hilarious. Maybe it was good thing that I didn't chop the kid up, or I wouldn't have found out this hilarious discovery."
"What's so funny?"
"Ah," If Barry still had skin, he would've jumped right out of it from the sight of the boy again. "You... but you were..."
"I came to give your butcher's knife, you dropped it back in the alley." The boy said.
'This kid followed me, just to give back my knife?' This boy was confusing Barry even more, but even he had to admit that he'd be nothing without his knife, so he took it anyway. "Uh, thanks."
"You're welcome, Mr. Bunny."
"Mr. Bunny?"
"Yeah, for your small bunny ears." The boy said, pointing at the horns on his head.
"Can't you tell the difference between ears and horns?" Barry asked.
"They look more like ears to me, can you move them?"
'What's with this kid?' He thought "Hey, how come you're not afraid of me?"
"... You don't look scary to me," The boy said, smiling. "My mom told me not to be afraid of people who look different, but to be friends with them."
"Ain't that a laugh, what kind of mother did you have?"
"Um... my mom said she was a tomboy," The boy answered. "When I was three, she said that I took her girlish looks."
"What, so she was ugly?"
"That's not nice to say, and my mom was really pretty!" He argued
"That so, was she smooth and curvy?" Barry asked, he always loved to kill women that were easy to chop.
"Yeah, but it's hard to tell when she wears clothes like a guy," The boy answered. "My mom's an artist too, she would even call herself the artistic alchemist."
"So your mom was a state alchemist huh?"
"No, just an alchemist, we lived here in central too, but..." The boys expression turned into a pit of sadness. "She was murdered one day, and I was alone."
"That so, what's her name?" Barry didn't really care, but having a photographic memory of past kills, he might've known who it was.
"Teresa."
"Well I didn't kill her."
"I know you didn't, someone else did."
"So what, you trying to find the killer and avenge your mother?" Barry asked
"No... he died the same day as my mother," The boy answered. "He was someone I would never forgive, but right before my eyes, he was killed by a man who came from the darkness. I remember it clearly, that man was the one who saved me, and even though I'm homeless and alone now... I've been trying to find that person so I can say thank you."
The boy had been through a lot in his young life, his story might've even touched someone's heart, but Barry wasn't that kind of person. "Aren't you the stupid one."
"Huh?"
"The person you're looking for is a killer, and you want to find him to say thank you," Barry couldn't help but laugh. "You do know that whoever you're trying to find isn't going to pity you, he'll probably kill you on sight."
"I know that, but I remember what my mom taught me about people," The boy replied. "I know that there is evil in the souls of humans, when that man killed my mother, I felt that evil try to possess me. But my mom taught me something very important, that even souls of evil can show kindness when kindness is given to them."
Barry didn't say anything, he didn't laugh or give a remark, all he did was stand there and listen. "Thank you for listening to me, if you want to, you can kill me now."
"What about finding the killer?" Barry asked
"It's okay, besides, this is payment for listening to my story," The boy was smiling again. "You didn't have to, you could've walked away, or even killed me in the middle of it, but you listened. My mom told me about equivilent exchange in alchemy, how in order to gain something, you must lose something. So in return of listening to me, I'll let you take my life."
This child, this young boy who hasn't even lived a full life is giving Barry the chance to chop him up, this was pratically the opprotunity of a lifetime, but something didn't feel right to him. "What's wrong, I remember you saying that you'd love to see my insides, you can go ahead and do that."
Barry could feel that thirst for blood again, the murderous intent to kill was starting to overflow in the empty armor he now used as a body. Grabbing the butcher's knife, he lifted in the air and swung at the same time, but upon reaching the boy's head, he stopped without even cutting a strand of the boy's hair; this boy did something to him, he knew that it was true, but he just didn't know what. "Something wrong, Mr. Bunny?"
Barry's glowing red eyes just blinked at the child, he turned his back to him and rested his knife on his shoulder. "Stop calling me that, at least call me Mr. Barry."
"Okay, is something wrong?" The boy asked
"Nah, in fact I have all the time in the world," Barry answered. "I don't feel like killing you now, I don't really have a taste for killing a kid. I'll just wait for when you get older."
"But, won't you be too old?" The boy asked
"Age means nothing to me," Barry grabbed his helmet and revealed an empty helmet. "You see, Barry the chopper is immortal."
"Wow, that's so cool."
"So even this doesn't scare you huh, I guess I'm out of here," Barry just left the boy where he was, but first things first. "Oh yeah, what's your name?"
"What?"
"What's your name, or should I call you the boy with wings?" He joked
"It's Emil, my name is Emil." The boy introduced
"Emil, well congratulations, you're gonna be my special kill." Barry said, then he ran off. 'Let's see if I can find any other people around.'
Emil stayed where he was for a minute, he could still see Barry from far away, and the thought of seeing him again made him happy. 'Mr. Barry, I hope you don't mind me following you, it's just that... I never got the chance to say thank you.'
To be continued
I hope I didn't put any OOC for Barry, but read and review to tell me how I did. Chapter 2 coming soon.