Hello there (- w -) i'm terribly sorry that this chapter is so short, i typed it as soon as the idea sparked in my head. The Following chapters will definitely be longer ( ;; - o -) Reviews are welcome
AUTHOR'S NOTE : I know it might be confusing at first, but this is to just get a feel of what's happening, kind of like an intro. The next chapter will reveal the chain of events that led up to this point, and will reveal what will occur next ( - w - )
Enjoy~
Introduction
The darkness was slowly enveloping him, swallowing him whole. He was damned ready to let it all finally take him. He didn't remember how long he had been in this hell hole. Minutes, days, years- the darkness and pain blended the time together. Voices echoed in his head, faint memories of people he knew that were so very important, but now could barely see their faces.
The things they were doing to him here were destroying his memory, and destroying him as well. He couldn't remember what part of him was real anymore, for the numbness had spread throughout his remaining limbs. Why did he let them do this to him?
Why did he stop caring?
He moaned, his head throbbing as he tried to remember. He had been losing himself, who he was, while his memories had been wasting away and he had forgotten his miseries. He ran his only bruised hand through his hair, the brilliant color dulled by dirt and blood. His automail arm had been torn from its port long ago, and he still felt the dull pain through the numbness.
Why did I live in the first place?
He racked his brain, trying to find his way through all of the muck in his mind. The image of a child flashed in his head. Dirty blond hair, hazel eyes, a wide smile that often invited him to spar, the hulking armor peering over his bed in white rooms, the same one that often had kittens hidden inside of his empty..armor..
Al...?
It struck him like a bullet through the heart all over again as the memory came flooding back into his head. Agony tore through him and he dug his nails into his scalp, a hoarse cry escaping his dry throat. He shut his eyes tightly, his weak heart aching, and he wished that everything was just a dream, that whatever he was experiencing here was a bad dream, and that the memory that had surfaced was just a part of this nightmare.
His little brother was dead.
They had killed him, and had dragged him away from his little brother before he could do anything. He hadn't even the time to mourn, the way they worked him here. The memory was foggy, but he knew in his heart that his sweet little brother Alphonse was truly gone, and he was alone.
That was why he let them. It was why he no longer cared what happened to him. He no longer had a reason to be alive anymore. He remembered that moments after they had wiped away Alphonse's blood seal, when the tears began to fall, that he had he had prayed, just as he used to long ago with his mother and brother at his side.
Please, if there really is a God out there, please take Alphonse with you. Don't let anything I made him do impair whatever judgement he has to go through. I swear on my mother's soul, that Alphonse is a saint. If there's a God out there...please..
Please let this transmutation be the death of me...
His ears perked up at the sound of a large iron door opening, tearing him from his thoughts, and he hissed at the sudden exposure to light. He couldn't make out the face of who it was disturbing him, but after being here, all of the faces that came through the door belonged to people who were trying to hurt him. They all became the same faced drone that repeatedly made his blood boil and made his skin burn. They all cut into his skin and prodded him with needles. They all made him suffer, and he wanted to pay for what they had done to him.
Yet, he was tired of fighting back.
" Are you well rested, precious? The doctor wants to see you again today. Now, if you play nice, we won't have to put you back into the barbed cage again, alright? Now. Come," the man came close cautiously and clipped a chain to a collar that rested around the younger's neck, then quickly distanced himself and tugged harshly on the chain.
He followed numbly, for he didn't have a choice. He didn't get to choose for himself anymore, not since he had become Precious. He knew it wasn't his name, but his old one sounded strange in his head, foreign, distant. It had been far too long since that name had been uttered, and he felt as though it would never be his name again.
He had been slowing down, and he was tugged harder by the chain. He whimpered quietly, his throat having already been rubbed raw by his collar, and the tugging certainly wasn't helping. He swallowed the lump in his throat and continued to slowly stumble forward.
It had been a long time since Edward Elric had last cried, and he bit back the tears that threatened to fall, as to not give his captors anymore satisfaction than they already had been given. Even though he had already been humiliated by them more times than he could remember, being treated as if he were less than dirt, using his body for things that were both unorthodox and disgusting. He hated all of it, although he was too weak to be able fight off anything they did.
He could, however, hold his bloodied head high and get under all of their skins by feigning strength. To make them all think that he's made it this far on his own sheer will and strength. In reality, fear was what had been keeping him alive this long, not anything like hope or strength. Hope.. What could he hope for? He didn't think anyone was going to save him. No one cared about the blond brat that caused havoc wherever he went. He could hope to finally die from the endless experiments, but he's lasted too long already to have hope for that. Strength.. He could hardly walk. He was falling apart on the inside more and more by the second.. He was weak, and he knew it. But for as long as he could, he wouldn't let it show. He would feign anything to make their blood boil as they made his. He still had some of his old self in him, and it just wanted him to make every single one of them mad as hell through his pain.
He didn't know how much longer he would last, but he would certainly make it hell for whoever would be near him at the end.
