So here I am penning a new chapter on a school night. I feel as if a WTF-bomb is going to go off somewhere. If anyone finds it let me know. Btw people are actually watching this story. T.T I am so proud of it, but it was only the first chapter *sweat drop* The hell are you people thinking, no one deserves this much love.
I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood or the manga, which this work is based off of. Lawyers need not come!
Suggested Song:
Willow - Emilie Autumn/Laced Unlaced
Restore Steppin' - Rie Kugumiya and Romi Paku
"I am worth conceivably more to hang, than anything else"
-John Brown
Rain poured outside her bedroom window. Her body sat atop a bed alone in a sea of boxes within her room. She hung her head. It had been almost a year, why keep remembering it? I guess its hard to forget the death of your only family. But Miss Riza has been very kind. Its true she was staying with Miss Riza Hawkeye now. She was on the scene and had been one of the first to survey the carnage that had been her living room. When most treated her like a criminal Miss Riza and a man whom she was introduced to, a certain Lieutenant Colonel Hughes, treated her as innocent. Which she was declared of after interrogation. She wouldn't even be charged for murder, it was all in self defense. Although she did have to spend a little while in a hospital to make sure her mental state was alright. Anything else she had to endure they'd assured her was compulsory.
So here she sat atop a bed that tomorrow would be taken apart and moved over to Central. This was where Miss Riza had to move to, orders from her commanding officer. She would never understand the ranking system and all that it entailed. It was far too complicated for her to process at the time being, Much like when she picked up a beginners Alchemy text. She surely thought her head would explode from it all. If she really put her mind to it she could learn and possibly be a good alchemist but the truth was, she was far too lazy. All the symbols and words like "runes" and "matrix" just screamed at her that if she even dared try to read it all she would suffer a massive headache. This scared her. She did not like headaches for they made her feel violent. And if she were feeling violent she would be in the mind to smack anyone nearby with a violin bow. Which she would pull out of god-knows-where. A yawn wrenched its way out of her throat, reminding her it was from a comfortable sleep from which she had awoken. Daring a glance at the clock she decided it best to get up.
Slipping silently out of bed and down the hall, she could not recall what time it was that Miss Riza awoke on work days. It was five o' clock according to the wall clock. Hers was off by an hour, it seemed. I guess it cant be helped, I am awake already.
As she stared at her cup she began to ponder. A cup of tea had sounded nice so she made a pot of hot water with which to prepare herself some. She now watched the tea seep, its rich color reminding her of rust. Which in turn reminded her of blood. Blood was not a fun thing[1]. She had, had an aversion to it ever since the careless murders of her mother and sister. Being as the copper scented stuff seemed to be everywhere, including her hands. Her own hands were stained and even though she couldn't see it, she could feel it. God damn it, she could always feel it. The way her sword felt her in hands as the blade cut through her attackers chest like nothing. She wasn't aware of how sharp it was. She had indeed hit bone. But only a small amount, it was enough that she could see a small bit of his sternum. But that in itself was enough to send her mind reeling. She had closed her eyes trying to block out the image of what she had seen, and in the process fallen unconscious. And in the time she was out a neighbor had checked on them seeing the door open and called the Mps. Who in turn arrived with other backup in the form of Miss Riza and other unnamed soldiers along with the Investigations department since it was a crime scene. She was the only living person there. Her mind swirled with different phrases and sentences from that day. From herself and other people.
"I didn't do it"
"Where were you at the time?"
"Who attacked first, give me every detail"
"We're not here to hurt you"
"My name is Ophelia Van Dahl, sir"
"I'm Maes Hughes nice to meet you"
"What relation are you to the murder victims?"
"How old are you"
"Do you have any immediate family to stay with"
"No"
No. She had no family now to take her in. They had been immigrants from Aurego. She had no home anymore. And that had been when Miss Riza stepped in. It took a while to get anyone to agree to let her have custody. But in the end she got it. Thus she was very thankful to the sharp shooter.
She took a sip of her tea, cringing at its bitterness. Every time she looks in the mirror she has to remind herself. 'I am Ophelia Von Dahl and I am not a murderer, I am not a murder, I am not a murderer, I'm not I'm not I'm not'
It was then that she heard a disturbance. She checked the clock before grabbing the sugar jar and a spoon. 5:30. She heard a light yipping and a brush of fur against her ankle. It was Black Hayate, who must be waiting for breakfast.
"Good morning Miss Riza" she said, announcing her presence. Said person glanced up and smiled at the speaker.
"Good morning, Ophelia" she replied, stifling a yawn. It was one of the only times Ophelia was up before seven, the time Miss Riza would leave for work. She took advantage of her awake-ness and began preparing eggs and toast completely ignoring Miss Riza who kept saying that she 'didn't have to make breakfast for her'. She owed her this much, to at least make some breakfast.
When all was said and done they both had eggs and toast, Black Hayate already fed while Ophelia had been cooking. They ate in silent until the peace was interrupted by a simple statement:
"I was wondering if you would like to come to work with me today, I know someone who is supposed to be in town that might be able to teach a thing or two about alchemy"
Ophelia dropped her toast, There was the thought of a headache again. "But those texts make my head hurt" she stated "I hate headaches"
"That's the thing about having someone to actually explain things, your not giving yourself a naivety induced headache from not knowing what it is your absorbing from a book" she replied "Besides, he's your age"
"Really?"
"Really."
"Sweet"
I'm ending it there damn it. My tiny brain cant take it anymore and I'm getting over being sick. I don't care if it's a tad short but last I checked I had over 900 words. That constitutes a cookie reward in my mind.
Every time I had to write Ophelia, I thought of Hamlet which is my favorite work from Shakespeare and Ophelia is my favorite character which is part of the reason why I chose that name from the list of names my buddy gave me. Speaking of buddy my codename for her is Ling, she calls me Ed. Mostly from cosplay which I will be doing tomorrow.
I have an image of Ophelia in my mind, I must draw her now!
[1] No it isn't, I cut my hand open on a glass bowl once because it shattered in my hands and it hurt like a bitch! This is why I use metal mixing bowls, not just because when I talk into it I sound like Alphonse Elric.
