AN:/
If it wasn't clear already, I am re-writing the first chapter!
I am also going to update soon, because I'm just staring at my journal with all the future ideas and plot twists, and...
I NEED TO WRIIIITE!
But I know this is the first chapter people see, so I'd like for them to see something they will expect throughout the entire story.
A shrill ring echos throughout the house.
Nearly everyone groaned at the noise, as it was around two A.M for the three individuals living there.
"Someone... Get it..."
"I'm not getting it. I'm comfy."
"Suzanne, just get it!"
"No. I'm asleep."
"Oh Lord, just wait until they get the voice message or hang up!"
After about 5 rings, a child-like voice rang out, indicating the person hadn't hung up.
'please call again later...'
When there was nothing but the wind blowing outside, all three of them settled down again to try and go back to sleep.
A few moments later, it was still as quiet as it could be.
The ringing started up again.
"Oh my gosh, Suzanne get it!"
There was a groan of complaint, but after another harsh name use had them up on their feet.
Flinging off the blankets, since it was rather cold around this season, a girl around the age of 16 grumbled to herself at having to get up anyway.
The caller persisted, and both her parents were downright annoyed.
Being the fastest, she hurriedly maneuvered around the clothes lining the floor, and hopped over the heater beside the hallway.
"Suza-"
"I'm getting it! Calm down!"
Taking large steps, she almost slipped on her own bare feet, and ungracefully landed in a heap on the office desk chair.
Grunting at her luck, she flailed around in her spot as she groped for the phone in the dark, grabbing the tail of her cat, who hissed and scampered away.
Rolling her eyes, she finally found the phone, and ended the screaming device.
"Y-Yes? Hello?" Groggy from being rudely awoken, her sharp tone affected the person on the other line.
There was a silence, and squinting, the girl raised from her hunched over form across the desk, and tugged at the tangled cord.
"Hello?..."
There was a faint breathy sound emitting from the top of the phone, then a faint gasp, and furrowing her brows in confusion and disgust, she moved it from the side of her head and merely repeated her greeting.
"Hello! Anyone there?!"
Finally there was a clatch, and footsteps, as if whoever held the phone had dropped it and left quickly.
A few shouts were overheard, and it was in a language she couldn't understand, and that got her nerves up, and the thundering of her parents getting out of bed had her tense as well.
"H...Hello?" She whispered now, slightly afraid of whoever was on the other end.
Then, a booming deep voice shook her in her place, almost falling back into the chair, and she had to move the phone, as far as it was, even further away. "Y-yes..?"
Her mother called down the hallway, and she looked over, and the loud voice paused, before continuing to talk, still in a language she couldn't comprehend.
"Uh.. Mom? I have no idea who it is!" She calls, and the voice on the phone was suddenly gone, and another voice was now talking through the receiver.
There seemed to be some type of argument in the background, and whoever it was, was male, as he had to speak over them.
"H-Hello?" He sounded unsure, and she then nodded to herself.
"Yes! Yes, hello! Why are you calling us?" She asks, irritation back now that she wasn't being intimidated by foreigners. "U-Uh, I only now so much, but is this Susanna Daneels?"
Biting my lip, she held back a laugh at the strong accent.
Though, his voice sounded awfully familiar.
Rather high-pitched for a guy.
"Ah, do you mean Suzanne Daniels?"She asks, and hears something akin to "Yeah!".
Chuckling, though was now a bit suspicious and concerned.
"This is she. Do you need something?" sounding calm, her voice was a bit shaky though. Turning to look behind her, she sees her Mother standing in the doorway to the living room, and had an enraged look on her face.
"Suzanne! Give me that phone! You are not to talk to strangers!"
At her words, the girl's mouth twitches. Her eyes freeze in place as she stares out at the calendar in held-back frustration.
"Oh, what! You want me to answer the frickin' phone, and yet you say that! The heck, Mom!" She bites back, and turns back to the phone, and her Father's voice from inside her parent's room makes her scowl.
"Suzanne! Listen to your Mother! Give her the phone. Now."
Shaking my head, I growl, not forgetting the people over the line heard all that, but luckily they probably couldn't understand most of it.
"S-Sorry, I gotta go. If I needed to help, I cant ri-"
"Give me that!" A hand snatched the phone, and she was abruptly shoved aside, and her Mother's voice said into the phone, now a bit more pleasant than before.
She could barely hear but a few sentences.
"Who is this?"
"Uh... Well, I can't spake much you're language." His grammar wasn't perfect. She couldn't help but cackle in her new spot on the couch.
Her Mother gave her a look to be quiet, and she just playfully stuck her tongue out.
"You think I can ever shut up? Nope!"
She moved her hand quick across her, to 'zip it up'. She mouthed the word, 'Now', and the one getting the scolding huffed, and tried to cross her arms over her chest, but found it difficult since her bust was so large.
Sighing in more frustration, she opted on just going to bed instead of usually eavesdropping on the conversation.
Her Mother's stern voice ended when she finally succumbed to sleep.
"What about the Fullmetal Alchemist?"
As light filtered throughout the box-like room, the alarm clock resting on bed beside a mess of dirty blonde hair.
It lit up, and let out a blare of music.
"...-Our time is short, this is our fate, I'm yours,"
"Ugh... Nnn, I don' wanna get up.." Lifting from the large pile of pillows and covers, a beast awoken from her slumber.
Simply listening to the radio, I stare up at the bottom of the other bed atop of mine. An empty bunk-bend, meant for my cats. Thinking of cats, I knew I had to feed them, else they'll come in her and smother me with love until I die.
"I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror,"
Also thinking of Mom and Dad, whom were leaving to Indiana and finally allowed me to stay here for 2 weeks all by my lonesome. It surprised me, really. They hardly even let me stay when they go eat out at tacky restaurants.
"Bending over backwards just to try to see you clearer." Humming along with Jason, I giggled to myself. They said they would leave around 7, so it's 10 now. They left around 3 hours ago.
"But my breath fogged up the glass. So I drew a new face and I laughed,"
I sing out loud now, knowing no one could hear me since I was all alone in the tiny house.
Swinging my legs over the side, I turn and see a familiar striped tail flicker over my bed, and a head pops up from behind the box of tissues.
"OH, hello tiger!" I coo, and pat the spot beside me.
"C'mere! Come on!" He merely blinks at me, meows, then turns and walks out, continuing to meow.
Giving his high authority a good smack with the glare I sent him, I slide off the bed.
"Jerk."
Pouring out some randomly assorted pebbles from the Friskies bag, I sigh as I move to wash my hands at the kitchen sink. Staring out at the trees behind the house through the window, I allow myself another grin at the cloudiness of the morning.
Dad said it was going to storm later on in the evening.
"Alrighty. Let's see what we have for breakfast." Clapping my hands together, I rub them with the grin growing at the thought of food.
Chomping down on a spoon full of Fruit Loops, I hum to myself and set the bowl down to get up off the couch and hunch over to see the assortment of movies lining the shelf under the television stand.
"Hmm... What to pick... what to pick.." Lifting a familiar title, I open it to pop the disc out, and open the DVD compartment.
"Time for some beloved FMA!" I happily hop away, and switch from VCR to DVD, and hit play when the Menu screen lights up.
When the episode begins, I continue to eat my cereal.
"Wait- Which episode is this?" I look forward and tilt my head in thought. Then my eyes widen when I remember this is the one Gwen let me borrow.
"AH! NO NO NO! I CAN'T HANDLE THIS! NOT YET!" I shake my head, wailing.
Grabbing a pillow, I move my empty bowl to the table.
As the minutes pass, and the episode draws to a close, flames erupt on screen from Roy Mustang, and I wince at how it must feel to be sizzled and burned.
Just as Envy is being roasted again, the heater kicks on, and I can;t help but giggle at the idea of tiny little Mustang's locked in the rusted cage, firing away to keep the heater on. Then when it turns off, tiny little sprinklers make everything wet.
Giggling again, I hug my pillow even tighter.
Then the sight of Envy's slug form makes my giggles turns into muffled screams as I shove my face into the pillow.
Envy has to be one of the best Villans to me. As someone who feels envy itself, nearly everyone does, it's just a part of life you have to endure.
Just imaging what it felt to be made of that Sin, and there's nothing else you know besides the burning hatred you feel for someone else- An entire world of people, who all have something you will never even hope of gaining... It just makes me feel horrible inside, like the envy I or anyone feels, can never amount to it.. Like I don't deserve to be able to move past it.
To be something so inhuman, and be surrounded by all that you are not. It must hurt. The wanting you would feel, and the pain that comes after wanting something from someone that is lower than you, in a standard of Homunculi vs Humans.
They were better "programmed" you would say...
What type of morals would you just live to? When you're so different, you have to make up your own rules.
He even hates feeling what he does. For all of the series, he never admits to it. How much he despises us humans, that's clear as day. His true motives? No. Just... When you're a Sin, you can either accept it, or deny it. When you accept it, like Greed, Wrath, Lust, Gluttony, Sloth... Pride is a bit touchy on it, but...
When you deny it, and hide it, how long will it take before it burns you alive?
It just hurts...
When people want to be different, have super-powers, or live infinitivly, don't they ever take into consideration how much torture they'll go through? It sounds amazing, but it will be so devastating, not everyone will accept you, no one will be able to understand you.
You'll begin to think how could anyone love someone so different? You'd be angry, or depressed. You'd want to go back, and be yourself. It wouldn't be fun to dream anymore.
How lonely would you be...
It would hurt so much.
Envy went so far as to kill himself when he realized the people he put down so much, insulted, loathed, and destroyed. When he simply let himself feel his true emotions, that he was envious. He hated how he was envious of humans. Hated it so much, to just end it.
How long he must of hid it.
Excusing his burning passion to make humans suffer as simply hating them, seeing there cons, their faults.
It must of hurt.
Blinking in my head, I realize I've been thinking too long, too hard.
Glancing at the screen, I see only a black blur, and I rub my eyes. Feeling wetness, I notice I was crying.
"Crying for a cold-blooded killer, I really am weird." I mumble, and grunt to clear my throat.
Lifting myself off the couch again, I move to remove the disc not wanting to watch the rest of it after my little guru spill.
As my hand hovers over the DVD, I feel a shock pinch my finger, and before I fling myself away from the sudden light, more emits from it, and a soft puff of air reaches down the back of my neck, and my eyes are wide as a chuckle makes my breath hitch.
"You will do nicely as well..."
Fingers pressed against the back of my neck, sending me falling as the edges of my sight darkened.
No one was behind me.
AN:/
Hm.
Well, I'm finished with this chapter.
It's different on how I wrote my original one, which was much funnier and less realistic, but I needed to add my OC's thoughts of Envy, so as to get the right amount of sympathy and understanding out there for her character.
:D
Hope you liked this a bit better than the original!
I like it.