Hello dear readers. This is one of my many fanfics.
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(A/N)The timeline is set one year after the movie and consist parts of the manga. Please be warn that this is a yaoi fanfiction and contains sexual situations not appropriate for T hence the reason it is a M rating fanfiction. Also it does contain dark themes and Roy!Angst so if you are not comfortable with this then I advise you not to read this fic. All and all I do hope you all enjoy this story.
Title: Let thou be punish
Pairings: Roy/Ed Envy/Roy
Minor pairings: Royai, Winry/Ed
Rated M For blood, violence, angst, dark themes, torture and sexual situations.
Summary: Post Movie: With a tragic war bestowing the people of Amestris, what can the captured and tortured Flame Alchemist do? Can Edward teach him to love again? Warning Angst and Dark themes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist because I would've made the series with plenty of yaoi goodness!
"Blah"- talking
Blah- thoughts
He doesn't remember the last time he has seen daylight. It's been too long for him to remember what the sun looks like. Well, not too long. Nine months in prison, in the same room for nine months doesn't seem that long does it? Tilting his head a bit to get a better glance of the familiar room. Small and dirty. Not very cozy at all. He lazily drops his head to look at the cold hard floor. It was sick to think that he can tell which blood stains on the ground was the oldest to newest.
A punishment he deserves. Or so he keeps telling himself.
He jerks his hand once...twice and hisses in pain. The chains that are holding half of his limp form are cutting into his wrists again. But he's use to this small pain. The beatings, and torture are worse compared to slit wrists. Speaking of torture it should be right around time to go for another round. Voices from the other side could be heard. Speak of the devil.
The sound of footsteps approaching the secured cell. Heavy and loud like military boots. Of course it's military boots. They are the ones who captured him.
With the tension of invading countries many units were sent to the borderlines for suspicious activities. Soldiers of the new Amestris military were patrolling the mountains up near the countries borderline. A surprise attack caught them off guard and they were killed. The murderers were soldiers of Drachma. After recent reports and more deaths along the borderline they finally finished the investigation.
Leaders of Amestris had reason to believe that Drachma was planning a surprise attack. Unfortunately the new leaders couldn't infiltrate where or when the attack will happen. It seemed that the new government was unaware of the advance technology that Drachma possess and had come to a conclusion that they are now able to by pass the mountain and survive. The parliament was expecting a full attack on the leaders and was on a full maximum security alert. No attack happen though. After finding several leads, a remote secret base that has been built up North was found. Who would've guess that the enemy was right under their noses. So they set up a suicidal mission. Only sending in a mere 200 soldiers and one ex-state alchemist. The Flame Alchemist Roy Mustang.
Roy Mustang, hero of the Ishbal rebellion. Known as a great powerful man, who in some eyes only cared about himself to make it to the top and get promoted. Once known as a womanizer as well, stealing his friends or other military mens girlfriends. But now he is known of the man who killed the Fuhrer and was demoted from Colonel to Corporal. Under his own influence the alchemist became an officer up north away from society and his friends. He was chosen to lead the men to battle. He had no choice in the matter to lead the mission or the leaders would have sent in his subordinates, no his once loyal subordinates that he trusted and worked with instead. He accepted. Of course ironic as it was, the mere 200 men died, he lived and was captured by the Drachma nation. Mustang believes that he was captured by the devil.
And the beginning of hell had started.
Torture everyday or was it every night? Roy didn't know what was what anymore. So many days alone without comfort. So many days afraid of what the Drachma soldiers would do to him next. Would they tie him to the wall and beat him till he's on the ground puking blood? Though when they zap him with electricity it seems that they have a bit of sympathy for him for the soldiers leave him alone for days, only because of the brutal pain would immobilize his body. To be unable to move for days almost paralyzed made the alchemist feel more useless. They haven't slashed him with the whip for a while. Each swipe against his back burned intensely like he was on fire leaving deep welts. After they were done with him they would throw him back to his little dark cell and chain him back to the wall leaving him screaming in agony for hours. Maybe dunk him in ice cold water till he loses his breath, his lungs burning, almost feeling if they would actually explode but before he could drown they pull him back up so he can gasp for air begging for mercy.
What really bothered Roy was that some days he would see the doctors with syringes and black out waking up in a white room strap to a chair and forced him to use his flame attacks in the room. The damn drugs they used on him had awful side affects. He would get terribly sick or he would be wide awake for days. But the worst was he felt so hot, he would sweat and feel if he was burning. They were testing him, trying to make him stronger, better, useful...
It wasn't their plan to kill him at all. All the torture was to break him down to make him into what he was born to be. A weapon. To kill all that opposes the nation. He wouldn't be force to be a weapon again, not again. He'd die then kill innocent people. Death he begs for it...
Death...
That's all he wants now. At first he thought he could make it, be strong and just make it. That someone truly pitied the man and will save him from the pain from the dark thoughts that lurk through his body and soul. No one came...
After the first month of inhuman beatings and horrible torture that poisoned his mind every night giving him never ending sleepless nights. "They're looking for me, really they are," he would mutter to himself whenever he was beating. "Yes, my friends are looking for me. They miss me I know it they wont give up one me."
Before Mustang knew it, 2 months went by. No one came...
He was getting desperate, but he still kept on his feet even though he was slumped down against the wall most of the time. "Soon, they will be here soon." whispering to no one. "Please..." light footsteps outside his cell interrupted his hopeful thoughts of freedom. The door slowly opened showing him the man that would destroy his world forever. "Roy, how are you feeling today?" the calm deep voice that came from the tall man. Never would he forget the mans appearance. He met that man the day he was captured and thrown into the white room. Long straight silver/blue hair with short bangs that grew longer on one side of his face. Green golden eyes and always wearing his white lab coat. His name is Dr. Shouji, the man who taught him to hate the world.
Another month went by, and the torture worsen. Dr. Shouji that he would see everyday would fill his thoughts with pure hate, remorse, and sorrow. "You do realize that your dear friends are not looking for you," he replied out of the blue one day. Looking over his shoulder while he read some documents. Roys eye widen. How did he know about them? Lowering his head sadly he turned his head since he was tied up. A thought came to him and slight smirk tugged on his lips. "Your lying," he said a confident tone in his voice. "They are loyal and they will never give up on me, and you and your base will fall under Amestris hands." The doctor sighed shaking his ahead continuing reading his papers. "My dear Roy," he chuckled darkly. He turn and faced the dark hair man. "No one had even started a search yet,"
If words could kill a man then Roy was already dead. "N-no...they a-are coming," cursing himself from his stuttering voice, "You'll see, they will...they will..." His heart dropped and he felt cold. The other man smirked. Oh how Roy wanted to rip that face off, to torture the man like he has tortured him. "They don't even miss you Roy, they hate you despise you that's why no one has come to search for you." He kneeled down, placing a firm grip on the mans jaw to turn him face to face. His voice lowered. "But I heard that they are still looking for the famous FullMetal Alchemist," Mustang tried to jerk his head away but the firm grip kept him in place. "Yes do you feel that, that hate flowing through your veins, that burning rage and sadness. They betrayed you, you are alone Roy always alone."
"SHUT UP!" the burning sensation in his eyes wouldn't go away. "Shut, shut up it's not true...not true." The doctor smiled. "It is, and you know it." gently he stroke Mustangs cheek up his eye patch then down his lips with a bemuse look on his face. "But you will stay here and you can be more powerful then anything or anyone. You can be a god!" Mustang tried to hold the tears back but it was so hard. I'm...alone? They hate me...that's why no one is here...alone I'm alone. The look in Mustangs eye told the doctor all he need to know. "Such a beautiful creature you are," he murmured brushing some of the mans dark locks to get a better glimpse of his new pet. "Such beauty and power and yet here you are...alone without the ones you love wasting away, dying, crying, begging for peace." A soft whimper was barely heard from the hurt man.
"Why would they leave me to die?" Roys voice small, filled with anguish. "Months...m-months have gone by and not one single person has even noticed about...about the damn ambush!?" For once since he was here in this hell hole of a prison, he saw the doctor with a concern expression sadly shaking his head. "To be truthful Roy..." slowly and carefully the man said, "We believe that they do not care about your presence no more or that of any memory of you." That voice, the way the man had said it, Roy had believed him and learned that not only did they forget him, but they continued the search for Edward and Alphonse whom he told them himself were no longer part of this world. Searching for two boys who are in, perhaps what he was told, a different reality or world and left him alone in this world. For the first since Maes funeral...he cried.
After the fifth month, he had giving up on hope. All the mind games that all the scientists played on him, all the cruel words and horrible beatings were enough to drive him mad. "H...hurts..." he coughed blood the feeling of a thousand knives in this chest. "Please...st...s-stop...hurts...so much."
"I'll push you to the top..."
"Who are you calling short?"
"Aren't you going to speak you're the one who got them into this."
"Got my girlfriend to bake me an apple pie, you want some?"
"You know you don't have to ask me that sir."
"Tell me Roy is this the kind of devotion you had when you killed my mom and dad!?"
"Goodbye General..."
"Shut up!" screaming at nothing as he furiously yanked at his cuffs. "Shut up all of you!" Pulling on the chains so hard he cut open his already wounded wrists.
"Look at my beautiful little girl!"
"Why did you hesitate back there?"
"Sir!"
"Get yourself a good wife!"
"General, dammit Roy Mustang talk to me!"
"Or are you just waiting to die, because there are easier ways,"
"Stop! Please just stop."
"Roy..."
"Goodbye General..."
"Shut up shut up shut up!!" his eye filled with rage and hate as he remember the haunting words of the people he hurt. Don't you mean the people who hurt you? The back of mind reminded him. "Hurt me?" Every time he tried to think of hope...he thought of pain and betrayal. Yes, they left you...to die. It was like a mantra, repeating over and over again. They left you they left you they left you...alone...all alone. "Yes...they left me...those people wanted me to die," It made sense right? Roy couldn't figure out why he was alone, but it would make sense if his comrades wanted him out of the picture, that they truly despised him hated him, was disgusted by them.
Hate them...hate them like they hate you...
After the ninth month, he already accepted the fact that he was long dead. And alone. He can't remember how to smile, or to really feel anything anymore. When he dreams of his ex-friends he's in pain utter pain.
Closing his eye from unwanted memories, he stifled a whimper that might escape him. Yes, he has become so weak and useless. Yet so powerful and feared. Opening his ebony eye that once held so much life and fire, now a dull pitiful sight; he tried to recall what exactly caused him to get captured, how much blood was spilled?
FlashBack
A voice pierced through his conscience.
"Sir what are our orders?" A tall dirty blond man saluting before him with fear in his eyes. They weren't going to make it though this. They all knew this.
"Wait until the enemy is within our range, if we get to close they will open fire," his deep voice, never cracking always calm, "Keep the wounded back as far as you can."
Roy almost forgotten where they were. Up north near the border. The hidden base in the mountains. It was freezing and everyone was tired. His orders are to kill the enemies kill them all not to leave any survivors. The damn wind was picking up making it hard to see.
"Yes sir!" the soldier ran off another direction. Mustang let out the breath he was holding. How was everyone back at home? Are they safe? Are they thinking about him? Riza, Havoc, Breda, Falman, Fury...FullMetal. He truly missed that brat. Maybe it was the best that Edward and Alphonse are gone. Somewhere safe and away from this pain and suffering. Did Edward miss him too?
"The enemy, where are they?!" Someone was screaming hysterically behind Roy. Whipping his head towards the front his eye widen. Gone? That can't be they're all gone!
All he saw was white. The heavy storm was picking it up making it hard to see. Did they use camouflage?
"Sir did they ran?" the other behind him replied taking a step before a shot through his head sent him tumbling back to the ground. Mustang caught a glimpse of the dead man before another soldier was shot down, and another.
"FALL BACK!!" Mustang screamed warning the other men. Lifting his gloved hand he snapped. He was satisfied when he heard the enemy scream from his fire. Slowly burning to death. Roy shook his head from the dark thoughts. No it's not right to be happy when killing another human being, not right at all damn it. He snapped again. More screams, more fire. Feeling something knock into him he raised his hand to snap only to be frozen in terror. Another one of his men laid against him dead half a face missing with bullet holes through his chest staining his blue uniform a crimson red. Roy backed away from the sight watching helplessly as the dead corpse fell to the ground bleeding into the earths soil. Turning around he felt his heart stop. The once white landscape was a red bloodbath. Dead men everywhere all with horrendous wounds. How come he was still alive!?
Before he could react a net wrapped around his body sending electrical jolts through him. Pain like no other spread across him. Screaming was the only thing he could do before blacking out falling on the cold snow.
Falling, always falling...
When he came to he was in a white room strapped down to a chair. A man wearing a white lab coat was with him.
"So you finally awoken Flame Alchemist," he said with an amuse tone. "You had us all worried for awhile." The light burned the ebony haired man eye.
"W-what?" don't freak out now stay calm! "Where am I, uh my...my men what happen to my men!?"
The other man laughed, such a bitter laugh it was. No emotion, only coldness. "Your precious men are dead Mr. Flame Alchemist," he coughed into his hand, "Pardon me I mean Roy."
Dead? They're dead? No this can't be! I promised to protect them, I promised that another Ishbal would not happen I promised dammit! What the hell is going one, why am I alive?!
"How the hell do you know me, who are you why am I still alive!" Roy struggled with the straps on his wrists and ankles. "Why, why WHY!!?"A cold finger pressed against his lips.
"Shh, everything is going to alright now, don't worry your home." the man smile was twisted and haunting. "You will make a fine experiment." That was the last thing Roy heard before passing out. An experiment.
End of Flashback
The door to his cell opened and the same familiar man entered. It was now a routine. He would see this man every day, then something terrible would happen to Roy.
"So Roy, how are we feeling today?" he smiled. Mustang stared blankly at the other parting his lips then closing them. "Do you feel sad today? Or just depressed hmm?" two soldiers came side by side at the door aiming at Roy incase he resisted. Mustang still didn't answer.
"I see, well then if that's the case," he gestured the soldiers to unlock Roy. "Take him to room 105 today, let's see how much his mental stability has recovered now shall we?" Before leaving the room he lowered his head by one of the men. "Remember," he hissed, "Nothing that can cause sparks, do not use your gun, keep your breaths short. Never hold your breath for too long or he can manipulate the oxygen in your lungs and kill you." The soldier gulped then saluted.
"I'm warning you, make sure he can't use his hands one anything or he will create an array and kill you." he smirked darkly.
"Sir yes sir Mr. Shouji," He saluted and began to unhook Roy from the wall. Shouji nodded to the other soldier to follow him.
"Sir when will he be ready for combat?" the man ask. Pulling out a clipboard he marked some paragraphs. "Soon, but we still have to be able to teach him that he is the pet and we are the master." Looking over his shoulder the silver haired man sighed. "Last time we were off guard and he killed 37 men. Mistakes are fatal and cannot be made." The soldier nodded. "And the other leaders sir? They are willing to pay high prices for our new weapon and-
"No he is almost complete and I will not allow some stupid fool try to gain his hands on my weapon," interrupting the man he turned away.
"Go back to front security and keep an eye on the situation got it?"
"Sir yes sir!"
Shouji smiled and walked out of the room. "Soon my special little weapon will be ready to use against Amestris," Unknown to the man the once brown eyes of the soldier turned to a pair of dark violet eyes watching the whole event. The creature grinned staring intently at Roy.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure the show is to die for."
Sorry about the lack of yaoi in this chapter but please bare with me. Next chapter will have some intresting twists. You can't
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