Title: Dear September
Authoress: Lady Constantine
Fandom from Which This Fiction Hails: Fullmetal Alchemist
Genre: Romance/Adventure
Warnings: This story is gory, violent, and has foul language as well as sexual abuse. Rated T for Teens
Summary:
An AU that takes place during the beginning year of World War II.
Prologue
Ellen ran with Mama, from the two men chasing them. They had already killed Papa. For what? For what you might ask?
For being no more than a JEW…
"We have to make it to the shed!" her Mama breathed hard. She was too sick to be taking care of these two children herself; too heartbroken to survive without her husband…it was hopeless.
Mama tripped in the snow…
"Mama! Mama! Get up! GET UP!" she grabbed her mother by the arm.
"No child, leave me! Take your little brother and run!"
"No!!-
"GO!" Ellen's mother shoved her ahead. She reluctantly grabbed her brother by the hand.
"Get on my back Mello." Ellen yelled. Her brother was only seven; he would never understand why they were persecuted. And if he was lucky, he would never have to.
The children ran for a good twenty minutes before reaching the shed. Ellen hid her brother inside the shed and hid herself in a near by car. She dared not make a sound, other than to mutter a few things. Grabbing her gold star chain around her neck, she kissed it and began to pray. She listened intently when the men arrived.
"Nothing here but two children." The first man said, as if he knew they were hiding. He looked at the shed, Ellen could hear crying. "Well, we should just burn the place down! Those people ain't got no where to go since they're dead anyway!" he laughed. The second man simply nodded. She bit her lip, trying not to make a sound. More walking in the snow came, a third voice traveled with it.
"After all…they're only Jews…" Ellen recognized the third man's voice and lit up. She jumped out of the car and ran to hug the man.
"Teacher! Teacher!" She ran up to the man and hugged him. "These bad men won't leave us alone! Please help me fend them off! They killed Papa!" The man she called 'teacher' did not return the hug. Ellen looked around and saw that there were still only two men.
"You know her?" The first man said. She could tell now—by his accent, that he was a British gentleman. Bistre hair and aphotic eyes…she made sure to remember him when she finally made her list of people that should burn in hell.
Her teacher's eyes were apathetic and obdurate indicating that the meeting was some sort of surprise pleasantry. "A favorite student of mine, if you know what I mean…" she started to back away; this wasn't the teacher she knew. He grabbed her by the hair ceasing her attempt to escape.
"Would you like to save your brother?" The kind teacher asked sweetly. His breath burned her nose, it smelled like whiskey or stronger. This definitely wasn't the teacher she knew; this teacher was a liar— a faker.
Or... was the teacher she knew the fake? Regardless she nodded swiftly.
"Very well, Richard, we'll let the boy go." He winked. The man called 'Richard' was pouring gasoline on the shed, he grunted when he found out he could not carry on with his sadistic thrills. Still, he nodded and took out a cigarette from his pocket.
"Teacher, what happened to mother and father? Are they okay?" Ellen started to cry. She knew somewhere deep down that her teacher was still there…she knew he wouldn't-
"Killed them. Slit your mother's throat and made your father watch." He laughed. "Then ol' Richard shot the bastard!" Bile rose in her throat, she struggled not to gasp, blood rushed to her ears and she felt like she was going to faint… Richard laughed; he apparently liked to watch until opportune moments came…
"But I won't do that to you…Ellen; you're worth much more to me alive." Teacher had stroked her hair and touched her lips. "Your mother was too old…but you're—you're just right…Plus I've always want to experiment with pretty girls"
"I get her next!" He called deciding he would also 'experiment'.
"Next?"
"Since I've been so kind—making sure your brother go unharmed. You owe me a favor… Remember what I taught you about returning favors."
She gasped. "No!" she struggled, but he pulled her hair tighter. He kissed her neck and slowly worked his way down. "NO! No! No! No! No!" she yelled. Richard held her down, holding her arms while her Teacher held her legs.
"Be still chicky or I'll give you something to scream about!" he smiled wickedly. Her teacher licked her tears.
"You always were my favorite student." He began to strip off her clothes. She jerked up so her necklace would land in her mouth hoping to still be able to at least pray for her parents' defiled bodies...
While he was undressing her, she prayed.
While he 'prepared her'—as he called it, she prayed.
While he was on her… she prayed.
She prayed until there was nothing to pray to…And she arrived at nothing pretty fast…
"Done so soon? I haven't even gotten to the best part yet! Scream loudly Ellen! It'll make this all the more fun for me!" She kept her lips tightly together. He frowned and nodded at Richard.
Richard threw his cigarette on top of the shed and threw his lit lighter in after words. The shed began to blaze.
Ellen heard screaming… she hoped it was coming from only her.