Innocence Of A Homunculus
Prologue
"Please, don't get involved."
It was late that night, the town was quiet as a young girl and her love met secretly at the bridge. Both of them wore black, to conceal themselves in the darkness.
"You know I can't do that, I'm not going to leave you vulnerable like this."
His words were true. A young man with blonde colored hair that matched his eyes perfectly. His voice was determined, he would do anything for this girl.
"He's insanely jealous. You don't understand, you'll get hurt."
Looking into his eyes as they we're both about the same height. She had beautiful blue eyes and dark brown hair that fell just over her shoulders.
"But what he's doing is wrong! He doesn't own you!"
Suddenly grabbing her as he pulled her body closer to his in a firm embrace.
"You belong with me!"
Blinking, her blue eyes just couldn't hold back the tears.
"I love you so much…"
Not far from this scene, just beyond the bridge, stood a dark figure. Angered by this sight, he would yell out.
"Get your hands off her!"
The young couple, looking at each other in surprise, looked to see the man approach.
"You heard me…"
He grunted, now coming into view.
"Its him!"
She yelped in fear. The young boy nodded, pulling her behind him to keep her safe.
"Stay behind me, I won't let him hurt you."
A sinister smirk crossed the man's face, his features obviously showed that he was older.
"You have something of mine, boy. What's this I hear that she belongs to you?"
It could be heard, the man started to crack his knuckles to intimidate his young rival.
"Just leave her alone! She doesn't belong to anybody, most of all you!"
The man just grunted, cracking his neck with a loud snap.
"Look kid, it's not your place to keep the girl to yourself!"
Again, that familiar smirk came over him.
"Somethin so beautiful is meant to be shared you know…"
And with that he rushed forward, as if in one move he managed to push the boy aside and grabbed the girl by her wrist. Holding her arm up over her head, almost to the point where she could barely touch the ground with her tip toes.
"Ow! Please! Let me go! You're hurting me!"
"Let her go!"
Picking himself up from the ground, the young man ran forward and tackled him to the ground. Furiously punching him in the face as hard as he could.
"You punk kid!"
The man still had grip onto her arm, pulling the poor girl around during their scuffle. With his other arm he sent an elbow to the boy's head, causing him to be knocked out for just a moment.
"No!"
She screamed, seeing him fall face down.
"What have you done! I hate you!"
Turning to look up at him, wiggling her arm to get free as she franticly hit him with her other. He looked down at her, reaching his hand behind his back as he unsnapped a small pistol from his belt.
"And you…"
She heard the snap, suddenly stopping her movements in total shock.
"Huh? W-what are you doing?"
At this point, the young boy was just coming to. Pulling himself back up to his feet, he looked to see the man had pulled a gun.
"No…"
There was a scream, a horrible, terrifying sound. Then a shot. Letting go of her, the lifeless body hit the ground.
"Now she's yours."
The man said, walking past the boy as he sat there on his knees looking still in shock.
- - -
Only a couple days later, the funeral was held. One of the town's largest events. The loss of such a beautiful, kind, and loving young girl was certainly something to remember.
"I'm sorry…I'm so sorry."
His head was held down, not even able to look at her casket as it was lowered. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small compact, decorated with lovely carvings of roses and golden details. It flipped open, revealing a mirror inside. This simple little trinket was something she carried with her always. He had given it to her not long ago as a present.
"May you always stay beautiful…"
Tossing it into her grave, he simply couldn't stay there anymore.
- - -
Weeks had gone by, and he never left his house. Both parents had gotten terribly worried.
"Sweety…would you like some dinner?"
That calm loving voice from behind his bedroom door was none other them his mother. She worried about him the most.
"No thanks, I'm busy."
"Then I'll save you some later dear."
He listened as her footsteps left his doorway, and quickly pulled out a large book to continue reading.
"Dear, do you think he'll be ok? He's been doing that alchemy stuff a lot more lately. You don't think he's up to something do you?"
His mother asked. Of course, his father was worried but didn't want to admit his son may be losing his mind.
"I'm sure he'll be alright. He just needs time that's all."
"But these books he's been reading, I'm scared…I don't understand any of it."
"Just a habit, he's only a teenager, how much trouble can he get into?"
- - -
Later that night, making sure that both parents were sound asleep, he snuck out from his bedroom window. Book in hand of course.
"The concept is simple enough…"
Opening the door to the side shed, he placed the book on the ground as it was opened to a certain page. He had a knife, and began to carve the circular design into the wooden floor. After taking some time and making sure it was exact, he picked up a shovel and headed back out again.
"I'm going to make it better…I'm going to fix this."
Tears started to roll down his face, almost at the same time as it started to rain.
"I'll bring you back, and then we'll be together. Everything's going to be ok."
Looking up at the cemetery gates, he then looked around to see if anyone was looking. Once he saw it was clear, he threw the shovel over the gate, and climbed over. Walking through the rain soaked graves, he came to hers.
"I do this for you…"
Bowing his head just slightly before starting to dig. The rain made it a little easier, but also a little harder as it got muddy and sticky. It took him a while before he finally hit the casket, now pushing away the rest of the remains as he opened it.
"Please, forgive me."
Reaching in as he picked her up in his arms, and slung her over his shoulder as he crawled out of the muddy grave. His clothes wet and dirty. Leaving the shovel there, he left the cemetery and took hidden alleys back his home.
"This will work."
Reassuring himself as he laid her body in the center of the circle. Set around him were different bottles of minerals, all of each found in an average human body. Spilling them out around her figure, he sighed.
"This has to work."
Kneeling down, he reached to hold her hand and placed the other onto the design he carved into the floor. Everything seemed to be working well as light shot up from the ground around the circle. There was a breeze of energy, the minerals began to swirl around and form into the body as it disappeared. But something was different, something wasn't working.
"What? What's this?"
There was an even brighter light, could her newly reformed body be coming through here? He stood up, the light was too bright for him to see much, except for a hand. He reached, grabbing it, trying to pull her onto his side until another hand shot out grabbing his other.
"Wait! What is this!"
Now trying to pull away as only more hands came bursting through. Ultimately enough, his struggle went on, but to no avail. Being pulled inward, kicking and screaming. There was only silence. The rain continued on outside, there was a lightning crash, the flash of light revealed the room to be empty…except for her.