"Why the hell would you want to be like us, when we strive so hard to be like you?" said Jealousy, as he aggressively ran his hands through his thick green hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. Astrid looked up at Jealousy, eyebrows furrowed and fists clenched around her short silver dagger and a scarlet Philosopher's Stone.
"Wrong." The girl replied as she stood up from her previous position after being knocked of on the floor by Jealousy. "You don't want to be who I am. You just want to be who I am. Human." Astrid observed the rosy Stone that she now possessed. She brought it to her lips and opened her mouth... Astrid, being her mother was an alchemist, knew very well what could happen if she consumed the red rock made of souls. But she wanted to try it anyway, even if it meant a large chance of death.
BAM! The door suddenly slammed open. Jealousy whipped his head around. His eyes immediately widened to the sight of Dante's face.
"Astrid...There will be hell to pay if you do this." Dante said. Astrids face went red and her eyes, unlike Jealousy's, flashed with rage in place of fear.
"What are you going to do about it, mommy dearest? Lock me up like you did my father?" She shouted. Astrid through the Philosopher's Stone into her mouth and swallowed it whole. Instantly agonizing pain rushed through her body like a wild fire. She shrieked in pain, clenching to her jet-black hair and almost ripping it out. Astrid's eyes flashed with a bright red light and she puked. The alchemist's daughter crashed to the ground. For Astrid, everything in her sight was eaten up by pitch black darkness.
*Astrid's Flashback (And POV)*
"What do you mean he's not my dad?" I said confusion and frustration was eating up my 12 year-old self. "I mean, he looks just like dad!" I ran my hands through my short spiky hair that often was to blamed for me being mistaken as a young boy. Dante looked down on me with those ice-cold eyes. I hated them. And I hated her. And Envy...I hated the whole giant house in which I lived in.
"Your fathers dead, you know that. Don't fool yourself into thinking he's ever coming back." She said to me. I my eyes widened and my mouth hung open a little bit, but I quickly clenched my teeth when I felt tears coming. "That was Greed. He's not your father, he's merely an experiment."
"He's like Envy and Jealousy?" I replied, still slightly confused why I saw my dead father walk past me.
"Yes, he's a homunculus. Get back to you studies." Dante demanded. I quickly look back down at my ancient alchemy textbook, knowing that if I questioned anything about it further that I would get beat. Dante's beating left me aching for days. She called it "discipline."