Is Someone Missing Me (Edvy fanfiction)

By Loverayray0

I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist if I did edvy would be the main ship.

P.S This story takes place in the real world, however, the philosopher stone does exist.

Warning: There will be graphic scenes, gore, swearing, rape, racism, abusive, and spoilers. You have been warned.

I would love to have feedback but please not hate.

Part 1: Monster

Prologue: Creation of a Monstrosity

The room was completely dark except for the center which had a light hovering over a table. On the table were variations of medical tools, a bloody wooden cutting board, and a pill of organs that were from many different animals, including humans.

A man with bright long blond hair stepped into the lighted area, revealing a small green creature in his palms. This was the man's first attempt at bringing his creation to life, and it was going surprisingly well. He had decided to start with extra materials and hosts for the stone implant, however, the first body he chose had cooperated so well that he probably won't need the rest. That doesn't mean he wasn't waste them, oh no, he would find another use for them.

He set the fragile lifeless monstrosity down onto the wooden board and walked into the darkness behind the table. His hand hit a switch causing another swinging light to turn on. But in its light was a naked female strapped down to a chair. She had thick black hair and paper white skin, by the looks of it she was in her mid-twenties.

The women's eyes flutter exposing them to the brightness of the room, and this causes her to squint. While trying to adjust her eyes, the female attempts to move her limbs. However, she could feel some leather pieces holding down her clothless body, the contact made her shiver.

Panick fills the young adult's figure, she was stuck in a room that was barely light, she had no clothes on, and she had no idea who took her here. The last thing she did remember was her shift that the bar.

~Last Night~

While working her normal shift, a strange man had shown up, but the women, Ivy, had shrugged it off.The young female was a prostitute and a pole dancer for a bar called "The Devils Nest". She had been working there for a good five years, but she had not once seen a man like this in the bar.

The man looked to be in his thirty's and was very tall. He had long blond hair that was pulled into a ponytail, his eyes were covered up by a pair of glasses. Judging by his suit-like attire, the raven-haired female decided he was a businessman looking for a good time. However, something was off, something about this man sent a shiver down her spine, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

The mysterious man started talking to the bartender like he had known the man for years. His back was hunched over, and his elbow was placed on the counter. He must have said something funny, for the bartender started to die of laughter. Once the man controls himself, he reached over to the phone and dialed a number.

Now Ivy was not a genius, in fact, she had dropped out of high school due to the lack of money. However, she did know that the phone the bartender had picked up was strictly used when calling the big boss, Mr. Caldwell.

Mr. Caldwell is not only the owner of The Devil's Nest, but he is the leader of an illegal sex trafficking system. Not to mention he very arrogant and hates the thought of losing. This trait comes into play when he is selling his sluts to others.

Mr. Cardwell loves attention and he thinks of himself as a king, so when he enters the bar he expects everyone to cheer and kiss up to him. Once he has had enough of the praise, he silences the people with the rise of his hand. "Fucking rich people, always acting so high in mighty. Makes me sick to my stomach." Ivy mumbled under her breath, her eyes glaring into the back of her so-called boss.

Mr. Caldwell approached the blond male with open arms, he hadn't seen such a familiar face since they worked together in the war.

"Hey, Hohenheim, how's life treating you?"

The man, Hohenheim, glanced up for a moment giving his old friend a warm smile.

"Fair good actually, Trisha and I are married now."

Mr. Caldwell let out a small laugh and placed his left hand on his friend's shoulder.

"You finally tied the knot with her, congratulations."

"Why thank you. How about you dear friend? Seems like life has treated you well."

The man suddenly became sober, he removed his hand and brought his head to the floor. Hohenheim grave a small smirk, he knew his friend wasn't working out but he just loved the look of so and pity.

"My wife Clare, died a few months ago in a car accident. It was a hit and run, and we still haven't found the culprit..." Mr. Caldwell's voice faded on the last word. He looks as if he was going to cry, this disgusted Hohenheim. She was just a human, he could replace her with any of these hoe's if he wanted too. Why shed tears when you could move on with your life.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Clare was such a nice lady, you shouldn't dwell on her death she won't have wanted that." Hohenheim lied, he had to make his sympathy believable and telling him that would give him just the right advantage.

Mr. Caldwell sniffed, then nodded his head in agreement. He put on his famous smile that had always charmed the ladies. Then asked the question Hohenheim was dying to hear.

"Which one do you need for your experiment? " This was music to the older man's ears.

"I need a female, she needs to be in her twenties, and she needs healthy. I also need a male, with the same criteria. Do you think you have anyone?"

The younger man brought his hand up to his head and tapped his lip. He let out a long 'hmmmmm' and then snapped his fingers.

"Why I do believe I have what you're looking for an old buddy. When would you like them, my guess would be now." Hohenheim smirked his famous war smirk.

"Precisely good old friend of mine."

Ivy watched as the two men talked, if she hadn't known better, she would have thought they were brothers. Same blond hair and the same curved smile. 'This is going to be wonderful' Ivy mentally cried. 'Why is it that I always get the crazy ones, first that psychotic guy, now him. Fuck my life"

"Hey! Girl! You in the back! The boss wants you!" Ivy jumped a little at the sudden yell, she sighs and walks over lazily. Once she gets to her destination, she puts on her slut mask and smile.

"You wanted me master Caldwell. How may I be at your service?" Ivy gives a little smirk to sell her act.

The two men looked at her in astoundment, she was the first one to address the boss as master, or to ask sassy to him. Mr. Caldwell was starting to feel bad about letting this one go.

"Well, are you just going to stand there gawking, or are you going to give me an order." She added with a matter of fact tone.

"Oh right. Ivy, this is Hohenheim Elric and he is going to be your new owner."

"Oh fucking great" Ivy muttered

"What was that?"

"I say, that sounds great."

"That's what I thought." Mr. Caldwell said with a snicker.

"Oh, and Willian is going to join you."

"What!"

~Present day~

Hohenheim carries his tools over to Ivy's chair. He had originally planned to take her to the table, but the girl was putting up a fight so he decides to keep her where she was.

Ivy looks over to see the mam set up, he was in a white lab coat and had a doctor mask on. He looks straight at her and waves his hand, which had a scopal in its grasp.

"What the hell do you want!" She growls at her new master. He chuckles and walks over to his victim, his hand pushes the hair out of her face.

"I want what you want." He replied simply, his voice was muffled by the mask.

Ivy gave him a threatening glare, she didn't understand what he meant. What she really wants? She really wanted to get away from him, but that can't be right.

"What do you mean?! I don't want anything to do with you, go die in a hole!"

Hohenheim was still smirking. "Can you really be that stupid. Why continue to deny it? Think really hard, the procedure is going to take awhile. You can tell me when it's over." He moved over to his station.

Ivy was left in shock, she was completely defenseless. So when he placed a piece of tape on her mouth she didn't struggle instead, she admitted her defeat. All she could do was wait for this procedure to be over.

Hohenheim grasps his scalpel tightly as I moved across the female's lower abdomen, blood rising to the surface at the contact. Once he was satisfied with the cut, he makes a vertical one from his victim's bellybutton to the horizontal cut.

He then uses a pair of abdominal retractors to spread the tissue. Ivy's uterus was exposed along with her womb. Next, he makes a more such to open up the womb. Hohenheim brings in the small green creature and places inside the empty area.

Ivy looks down to see the thing being placed inside her. She wants to scream and cry out for help, but the tape prevents that from happening. It was going to happen whether Ivy liked it or not, might as well get her mind off the events. She wishes someone was here to help, but she knew no one wouldn't miss her so why should they bother. She has no one, no one loves her. Why! Why did things end like this! Tears roll down her face.

Hohenheim wipes the sweat off his head with the clean part of his hand. The little monster has been implanted successfully and now he needs to finish up. He takes what looks like a red stone and attaches it to the umbilical cord. Then he stitches up his patient and cleans up his area.

Once he had finished the cleaning up part, he went over to see how Ivy was doing. Her eyes showed shock and foam had formed around the piece of tape. He ripped the tape off quickly, making no skin came off with it.

She gave him a hopeless look, he gave her a warm smile. He brought his hand to her and started to pet her hair. Then whispered a thank you in her ear.

"I know what you meant earlier. You are envious of how loving people are to each other. You want someone to love you like that." Hohenheim nodded in approval, she had been the perfect chose at all.

"What did you put inside me?"

"Oh, I'm so glad you asked. It's called a homunculus, or an artificial human." Ivy kept her gaze down.

"Will it kill me when its ready to be born?"

"No, it shouldn't kill you. But there is a possibility that it could." Ivy nods.

"Do you want to know what I will call it?"

"What will you call it?"

"Envy."