Summary: Things start falling out of place for Kimblee when he finds himself on the other side of the Gate, instead of just being dead.
AN: My first fic with a serious involvement of Kimblee. If there's any error that must be rectified, please, guys. Feel free to let me know.
Warning: A bit descriptive...if you know what I mean. Because I'm a cruel person! :p
Eccentricity
Chapter-I
He lay on the ground, motionless and still; his arms mercilessly ripped off or rather blown into pieces, causing blood to splatter all over the sandy floor and gravels, dotting a vast portion of the arid plain.
His hair was loosened, a thin part of it still remained tied in the pony tail but most of the strands were scattered all so carelessly over his face and the ground, like a charcoal sea rippling in a sadistic pleasure. That alone told the tale of just how much massive force he had to take in before his fall.
Blood soaked the back of his head, knotting his hair with clay and dirt, caked with the jelly like clot indicating that it had not been quite some time since the man had started losing blood. The crimson liquid never ceased to stop flowing; drops of it dripping on to the already shallow pool that had been created beside where his arms were one attached.
Even at this fateful closure of one's story, irony seemed not to know its limits. The gruesome shade of red, that once was so enjoyable, to watch now coloured the pale face of the man, wheezing for a final gasp of air. His golden orbs- once so vibrant were now on the brink of losing their lustre- sadly, complemented well by the cerise aura that surrounded him.
Him, the Crimson Alchemist.
Zolf J. Kimblee.
A soft whimper escaped from his chapped lips as Kimblee vainly tried to get a steady look at the oversized shadow on his face, thankfully blocking the too bright desert sun. He didn't need to know who the man was, for one could never forget the victor.
His eyes caught sight the tall figure- who seemed merely like a fuzzy ball- suddenly rising up from another metallic blur, murmuring something to him and then staring at Kimblee.
Red eyes narrowed for a moment before averting back on to the sand, also getting moist with his own blood for the absence of the same limbs that caused Kimblee's downfall.
Zolf's lips trembled slightly, his eyes barely following every move of the other man. The blood loss had seemed to have its effects now for whatever blurry vision the alchemist had managed to retain a minute ago now seemed to be fading away much like his own life.
His breaths hitched and puffed, coming out in staggers as if his lungs had already become dry and rough with the sand, giving up on respiration before the man' soul gave up its body. His pants became frequent; a throbbing hot pain rising up to his brain, as if wanting to explode out from its mortal burial of flesh and bones; the whole surroundings seemed to be enveloped in darkness which was slowly starting to consume Kimblee as well.
He gasped loudly, trying vainly to swallow more air so that he could live for just a bit longer. Perhaps this 'just a bit longer'-s could help him save his sorry self...it was absurd. Impossible! However, even the red lotus had his rights of hoping.
A concealed flinch, a shuddered sigh.
Thereafter, all there was left was this engulfing darkness as the weakened man was now shunned from the rest of the living world, preparing to meet his final end.
But...
Suddenly, the said darkness started dissipating, as if the veil was being tore away allowing entry of a bright red light gradually becoming white. The sheer feeling of dark-absence itself started evaporating into the unexplainable brightness.
Kimblee felt himself wide awake for just a second longer- like he had wished- only to find himself being dragged away into a vacant space by numerous of bindings. He struggled hard but in vain. The bindings grew stronger and stronger, followed by voices uttering echoing whispers to his ears that the man was too exhausted to hear.
His frail body started to be thrown into a light brighter than the one lighting up the said vacancy and before Kimblee could even start to struggle his way out of the trap, the void scenery changed for yet another time, replaced by a nothingness illuminating all of the never-ending sealed room.
The brightness dimmed away, leaving darkness to again re-emerge. However, now as if to redeem the voidances, it was laughably decorated with numerous devilish eyes which looked at Kimblee with many a emotion to describe...
Another second and further deep into the unknown, the blackness again started to be ripped by a pencil of light. Then another one...another one and finally...the familiar hurtful brightness, that seemed to pierce through the eyes, kept closed so forcibly.
Everything numbed; neither there was anything else noticeable nor was there any sound. It was just the blinding light that intensified with each passing moment...