Prologue:
Second Chance
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"Now I see..."
I slowly turned myself, he was still clutching me in his hand, my breath got between my tiny lungs. What is this pathetic weasel saying?...
"You're jealous..."
A faint gasp of shock escaped me...
"You're jealous of humans..."
He knew? How did he?... No he couldn't! He wouldn't...
"We humans... According to you were supposed to be nothing when compared to homunculi... And yet when we're beaten down, when we stray a fall... We face the challenge again and again. However loved ones are always there to pick us back up..."
"And you're jealous..."
"You envy us because of that..."
I remembered it, why I hated humans so much... Why I loved to see them suffer... To see them tear themselves apart.
"Fool! You just have to forsake one little village to save an entire country. Too bad you don't have the stomach to do the logical thing..."
"Can you really shoot such a sad face? Can you boy?"
"I shouldn't be surprised, that how all you humans are..."
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"...You humans don't make any sense to me..."
"...You throw away your lives for nothing..."
"Humans...? Humans...?!"
Anger flooded through me, that pip squeak, how could he see through me?! How dare he humiliate me! I bit his fingers causing him to gasp in pain and release me.
"Ouch! Hey"
By reflex, the Hawky women flared her gun at me but was stopped by the flame alchemist.
"Stop..."
"He won't last long..." Added the Ishvalan assassin they named as 'Scar'
And that was true. I wasn't going to live much longer. In any case one of them was going to kill me, but no one cared, no one ever would.
I always hated humans, from the first day I was created. I always carried a flame of hatred against that pathetic species. I couldn't help it, I always wanted to tear away from them what was most precious to them, their friends... their families...
A black flame spread in the pit of my stomach and I tried everything to get rid of that pain. I hated myself. I hated that race. They were so pathetic!
And yet deep down, I knew the reasons why I hated that race, behind all my anger. It was because I kept hoping that one day I would be able to experience what humans had. But the more the years passed, the more I started to feel empty.
...And I hated that feeling...
Their stupid friendships! How dare they possess what I couldn't even dream of!...
I discovered that watching them dying in agony, losing their trust in their loved ones and suffering because of that, was quite pleasing... It was fun... 'Who would want something that causes so much pain? Huh? Who?' ... But every time I saw one of them acting strong to protect their loved ones I started to feel that emptiness, to crave that possession even more. When that moron general Hugh died the whole world just seemed to stop... His wife, Roy Mustang, his daughter, even Armstrong couldn't hold back the tears...
...But when Greed was killed by the hands of our 'Father' none of us even shed a tear... We just watched him plunge into that giant pot of magma.
The others, especially Pride, would have laughed if they knew my feelings. They would have gone on and on about how weak and insignificant human were, how pathetic I was. But how would Pride or Wrath know? Wrath was married to an apparently "wonderful" woman who cared for them just so much and Pride was pretending to be their son. And if that wasn't enough everyone looked up to Wrath as the wonderful "Fuhrer King Bradley"...
I bet they loved their life. Pretending to be a normal family... have a wife and a mother that looked out for them...
God I hated them...
I kept hoping that one day 'father' would order me to go find a family like Wrath did... For the plan of course...
I could shape-shift right?! I could easily trick the humans, I could easily change my appearance, right?! Why did only Wrath and Pride get to have a family?! It wasn't fair! It wasn't fair!
But now I was sure that I was going to die.
So what was the point? What was the point of my existence now?
I was never going to experience a real family... or friends...
I was never going to understand what made humans strong. I was never going to feel the affection they gave each other...
Homunculi; Artificially created humans... lies... we're not even supposed to exist...
Humans... Humans...
Humiliating! "Humiliating!"
"Me? Envy? Jealous of you humans?! I'm a homunculus! How could this pipsqueak see through me?"
If my existence was that pitiful, if nobody was ever gonna care for me, if I was going to have to live in an abyss of emptiness and pain, then the hell with immortality! I won't be killed by pitiful humans and I so won't listen to the pipsqueak's rant! The hell I won't...
There was an easy escape from all this...
A very easy escape...
...from everything...
I pulled out my philosopher's stone and crushed it. My body suddenly stop responding and I fell limp on the floor...
Nothing... Simply nothing...
So this was dying, and soon I figured I'd find myself in the abyss of hell...
"Goodbye, Edward Elric." I whispered as I faded to dust.
At least somebody understood...
I expected to wake up in hell when I'd open my eyes, a fiery abyss of pain and torture, but instead I woke up to an emptiness of warm white light.
The pressure on my back meant I was lying down and oddly enough I stated that I was in my prefered form. 'That's weird...'
For a moment I thought that this was hell and that eternal damnation didn't seem so bad. Part of me really hoped that. For the moment I doubt I could really handle a giant pot of boiling lava...
I pushed myself up with my arms and looked around the place.
Except for a huge metallic door the rest was a void of white light.
"Where the hell am I?"
"You're awake." Said a echoed voice behind me.
I whip my head in the direction of the voice so fast that if I were normal I'd be in a large deal of pain right now...
The person... No... the thing I was looking at had no colour and no feature. Just a white silhouette that resembled me but...
Oh my god would I resemble that if I was bald?!
"Who the hell are you?!" I demanded, my voice sounded surprisingly louder than I expected and the sound just echoed in the void.
"Who am I?" The thing questioned with a grin.
"A name you might have for me is the World, or you might call me the Universe, or perhaps God, or perhaps the Truth..."
God? Truth? Father was right? There actually was a God? And I was the one to stand in front of him?
"Why..." I started but the white figure interrupted not letting me the chance to say anything.
"... I am all and I am one and I am also you!" he pointed his finger at me on that last remark.
"I am the truth of your despair and envy, the very price of your existence..."
That's it, who the hell was this thing. Who on earth did he think he was... "Who the f*biiiip* do you think you are?!" I yelled. This thing was starting to get on my last nerve.
"And why the f*biiiip* am I here?!" My own voice was so loud it felt like it was tearing off my own windpipe.
The thing looked at me, a grin of amusement plastered on his face.
"My my, haven't you learnt your lesson about watching what you say. I thought Colonel Roy Mustang had made it quite clear that no one likes a loud mouth..."
I immediately flinched at the name Roy Mustang as well as the insult. Clutching my fist together I dove at the thing aiming for it's chin.
But I suddenly stop in my tracks, there was an urging pain in my chest and it felt like something, a lump, was crawling up my throat. I stumbled to the floor, my hands clutching my neck in an attempt to stop whatever was crawling up my throat.
Failing miserably, I vomited whatever was inside me, blood scattered the floor underneath me in a small pool. A blood red stone had been bath in the red substance...
My eyes widened in shock when I realised what it was... "My Philosopher's stone?! But... But how?... I thought I crushed..."
"You won't be needing that where you're going." The silhouette interrupted again...
My eyes widened even more at his statement. What was he planning? Where was I gonna go?
"What...?"
"Someplace called France... Maybe Paris." Continued the thing. (Note: I laughed SOOO much when I wrote this. XDDD) "Don't worry, if you stay good I might send some of your friends with you. I might even throw in your powers back... "
"What the Hell are you talking about?!" I screamed. The blood in my mouth was sliding down my chin
Just then the door behind me flung open, I turned my head around to come face to face with complete and total darkness, millions of tiny little hands shoot out of nowhere, one of them wrapped itself around my ankle, yanking me forward causing me to fall flat on my stomach.
"Hey! Let me go!" I roared, I started squirming and kicking but to no avail, the hands kept pulling me back towards the gate. More arms started to wrap themselves over my lover half, waist, shoulders and arms immobilizing me from further struggles.
I grabbed one of the door frame with my free hand will all the other hands were pulling me into the darkness; "You bastard! I'll get you for this!"
With one finale yank of the black tentacles my hand was ripped off of the gate, my body fading in the darkness.
And everything went Black...
Behind the gate, Truth was sitting on the floor an arm resting on his knee...
"No..."
"I believe you'll be thanking me..."
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