Okay so I know this is king of strange for a story beginning but stay with me please, and I'm sorry but the Elric's don't really come in until around chapter eight and most of the stuff in the beginning is her life leading until she meets everybody. This entire story pretty much is going to be first person from my Oc's point of view, and maybe later in the story I might have some POV switches I will also have a vote for pairings I was thinking Oc/Ed or Oc/Envy, just put your votes in the reviews please :)
P.s This story has a lot of angst and depressingness, not for the faint hearted.
I watched from a crack in the doorway, not in fear but in morbid curiosity, staring as the man stabbed the woman again and again, viciously and violently. The colour red was staining the walls and the mans clothing, this woman wasn't the first who's blood stained the walls and I doubted she would be the last. However in all those other times there had never been this much blood. 'I think he's messed up this time'.
She watched as the sadistic smile came over his face and he stopped stabbing the woman who was long since dead, and started removing her limbs adding them to piles as he went. When finally he had only her torso left he stared in horror, not at what he had done, but because he had ruined the merchandise. The torso was torn to badly to reconnect any of the limbs from any other females he had killed, Which means he would be short one dolly.
He stared at it for a minute as though deciding something, then nodded to himself starting to work. He got his sewing kit and started piecing the body parts back together, building up dolls and then brushing their hair and putting make up on them to make them seem more alive, as soon as he finished rebuilding them, dressing them and propping them he started loading them into boxes, and hammering the lid down.
"Eliza" He called out turning towards the door where I was still crouched. I stood slowly patting down my dress and combing my hands through my fire red curly hair. I pushed the door open slowly.
"Yes, daddy?" I asked approaching him cautiously and slowly and though wary to startle him.
"You like daddy's dolls right sweetie?" He asked.
"Yes, daddy" I replied quietly, 'No I don't, they're hideous'
"Oh good, well you see daddy's boss likes them because they're interesting, unfortunately, daddy is one short this month, but I think daddy's boss would be more than happy with a little doll like you, don't you think?" He said, turning his sadistic smile down on me and reaching for me, as I turned to run away.
"Oh now where to you think your going? Don't you want to be part of the collection? Don't you want to be like your mommy?" He asked cackling and then he threw me down into a crate and slamming the lid down before I could do anything.
I felt something wet trailing down my neck, I reached back to feel for what it was but when I reached the base of my neck and pressed down all I could feel was pain, it exploded in my brain in waves, and suddenly it was hard to think almost as if I was falling asleep.
I wondered briefly if I would die. Dying at five years old doesn't seem like a good way to go, but I guess I can't help it. If I die, I die, I can accept that.
Okay so this chapter was more of an introduction than an actual chapter but don't worry I promise the chapters will get longer.
