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He bit his lip nervously as he was escorted into the principal's office, gym teacher right beside him, with a determined look in his face. "Have a seat." Coach Hughes gestured him to the dark leather chair in front of a large mahogany desk. The boy hesitantly sat down, looking around the office apprehensively. The desk was, by the most part, bare, with a thin desktop computer to the side and a small golden trophy. It consisted of a gold miniature soldier standing straight up with his rifle behind his back and his right hand in a traditional military salute. "The principal will be right here with you." Hughes continued on, opting to stand up besides the high schooler instead of sitting down. Envy just looked at him apprehensively, biting his lip. He really didn't want to be there... As if noticing his discomfort, the gym teacher put a gentle hand on his right shoulder, silently letting him know that he was not alone in this, and he had a friend to support him whenever the boys wanted to pick on him again. The door suddenly opened, and a loud curt voice broke the comforting silence that had enveloped the two.
"Who said you could take a seat?"
Immediately, Envy stood up in fear, already knowing from the talk of many of his classmates how much of a hard-ass the school principal was. Hughes also stiffened, face taking in a blank stare, directing his line of sight to the desk. Heaven forbid someone even dared to look at the principal the wrong way. Even all of the school staffed had a inherent fear of their higher-up, and with good reason: common sense and the desire to keep on living. The click-clacking of the ex-general's boots rang in the teen's years and he closed his eyes, inwardly cursing Hughes for making him come here.
"- The hell are you doing? Open your eyes boy!" Envy reluctantly obeyed, sight going up very slowly until he was face to face with a pair of narrowed blue eyes. Well, shit. Now he knew why his classmates had nick-named her the "Ice Queen".
Principal Olivier Mira Armstrong was a FEARSOME woman. Definitely not someone anyone would fuck with it, that was for sure. In fact, one glare from her could probably make a hardened criminal fear for his life. This was obviously from her unique military background. Supposedly, she was a Major General who commanded one of the toughest forts in Amestris, Fort Briggs. She was ruthless against her opponents, and people have said she once sliced a soldier in half for staring at her ass while in combat. Others said she had killed with hand-to-hand combat alone, against 200 pound men. Looks were deceiving however, and especially in her case. Olivier was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She was a five foot four woman with a slender physique but with a hourglass figure worth envying, large lovely crystalline eyes with full dark lashes, smooth silky blonde hair and plump bubblegum pink lips. In other words, every high school boy's wet dream. Literally. No one dared to ever even think about complementing her or staring at her beauty for too long, they wanted to keep their testicles intact of course. Behind her back, however, all the boys could enthusiastically agree on one thing and one thing only:
"Oh man, what I'd give to have her underneath me. " Ahem, just in much more foul-mouthed, vulgar terms.
And while he was certainly starstruck from her perfect appearance, like every male that was meeting her for the first time, he knew better than to stare. Those eyes had an icy harsh quality to them, and the mere sight of them instilled fright in his blood.
"So what seems to be the problem here?"She growled out, taking a seat on her luxurious leather swivel chair. Her presence was commanding, and gave an air of regality..All the reason to fear her more. He felt a slight nudge from behind him, presumably Hughes, urging him to tell her what happened back in the locker room, but he was too nervous to even open his mouth, much less talk to the merciless woman. There was a brief silence, then the nerve-wracking sound of her long clear fingers tapping on her mahogany desk only augmented the pressure. "Well?"She demanded impatiently. "I cannot wait here all day, I have a school to run." Hughes nudged him harder and Envy tried to speak, but it seemed the words died in his throat. A couple of more seconds in watching the boy struggle, the sympathetic gym teacher decided to speak up for him.
"Principal Armstrong, there has been a bullying incident in my first period P.E class, victimizing my student Envy. I demand some sort of punishment or repercussion for the involved boys' inexcusable behavior." The blonde women held her dainty hands together, elbows on her desk, and chin resting on her clasped fingers. Her eyes grew in intrigue, and she gave a 'hmm' sound in thought,, as if pondering the situation. "Go on."
"A throng of nasty sons-of-bitches, I mean, high school boys decided to gang up on Envy. I saw them trying to take his pants off, for what reason is anyone's guess, all the while making a hollering riot. It struck me as sexual assault and I cannot condone this behavior in my class." Hughes stated gruffly, quite serious in making sure all of the perpetrators were to be punished. Meanwhile, the teenager was cursing him in thought, face completely red in embarrassment at what the coach just mention to the principal. The very hot principal. "And what were the events leading to this incident?" Armstrong inquired, interest fully peaked. Now both adults looked at Envy expectantly. His face heated up even more at the unwanted attention. They waited for him to speak, but found it in vain, his mouth had fully clamped shut. She sighed and took out a blank piece of paper along with a black ballpoint pen.
"Hughes, what are the names of the boys involved in the bullying?" She asked indifferently, ready to write down all of the names dictated. " I can definitely name Greed as the lead perpetrator, with others following suit such as Roy Mustang, Zolf Kimbley, Dolcetto, Roa, and Edward Elric. " Her once busy pen stopped for a split second at the mention of the last name, but she immediately kept one writing. "Interesting. Anyone else?"
"I can't say for sure who were the other boys, as it was much more than just them, but Envy probably can." Both of their sight landed on him for the third time, and he wished the earth could swallow him whole. Armstrong narrowed doe-like eyes, clasped hands now at the surface of the desk. "Well Evan? Can you name any of the other classmates who were harassing you?" The quiet from the boy after she finished her question was disconcerting and she put her pen down, slightly frustrated at his muteness. "Is that it, Evan?" She repeated with a bit more coldness in her voice. He merely looked away in response, jaw tightening. She raised her eyebrow in curiosity and indignation at the sudden anger coming from the boy.
"Evan," Olivier barked briskly. "I need to hear a yes or no from you-"
"It's ENVY!"
CRASH!
The window adjacent the chair where Hughes would have sat had shattered beyond repair, and every one in the office ducked slightly more in surprise than fear. "What the hell?" She jumped from her seat, old military mentalities kicking in, and went over the shattered window with suspicion clear in her blue eyes. Meanwhile, Envy was internally hyperventilating. The way the window just broke in a million piece precisely when his anger was the highest was so strange...and it couldn't have been coincidental, could it? His heartbeat suddenly started to pick up speed.
Did...did he cause it?
CRASH!
The undamaged glass pane next to the broken one suddenly exploded, making Olivier duck again and only making her suspicions get high enough to take action. "Get them out of here. All of them! I want every single student to leave the school premises immediately, and as of right now, the school is shut down." Armstrong commanded harshly as she unsheathed a long silver sword from seemingly out of nowhere. Both Hughes and Envy's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
"W-what the fu-?"
"Drachma spies are coming."She growled, eyes taking a steel cold glint that only one with extensive military experience could obtain. Hughes only sputtered in disbelief. "You cannot possibly be serious- Drachma isn't invading a high school-!"
"Get the HELL out of here!" With that, the principal with an obvious strong case of PTSD slammed her bare fist into the glass case that protected the fire alarm. A piercing siren-like wailing sound through the hallways of the school, officially ending the academic day.
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"Father?" Envy glanced at the aging blonde man on the driver's seat, not daring to look at him head-on. They were currently heading home, since the school was shut down, and Envy had no ride from other people, he had to call his dad from a nearby payphone. Which was a short distance-about almost a mile away.
"Yes, my son."
"...Nothing."He stated meekly, defeated. They rode in silence, one staring out the window cursing his existence and the other cursing his weakness for not giving his son to God when he had the chance... The old 1972 Chevy Impala halted to a stop, right in front of a small cozy white-painted house. Their house. There was no one else there, no mother, sister, or brother. Not even a damn dog. Both father and son walked silently together, side by side to the front porch. With a jingle of some keys, the door had opened and they were finally home.
Home...?
More like hell on earth.
He shut his eyes, forcing himself to bring up the courage and ask his father what he initially wanted to. "Father. Today, before the school shut down because of a supposed terrorist attack...I was already in the principal's office." Now he had his dad's full attention. "Some kids were making fun of me because I told them that if they ever have premarital sex, their penis would fall off." He heard a sharp intake of breath coming from the older man ,and continued a bit more angrily. "Why didn't you tell me the truth, Father? Why did you make that up?!" His fist curled up at the fact that he was made a fool of by his own blood.
"My son, the boys who partake in that type of satanic activity will forever burn in hell-"
"No Father! That's not an excuse, you knowingly LIED to me! Why would you do that to me? People made FUN of me! They called me names and told me I was sick, and it's all YOUR FAULT!" His crinkly amber yellow eyes widened, a bit shocked at his son's suddenly rebellious behavior. "Envy. What are you becoming of yourself? I merely did so to protect you, son! I do not want you to sink into the black mud as all the other heathens do. Is that why you are screaming in my face? Do you want to follow the path of sin just like your classmates? You do, don't you... I knew I should have kept you home schooled even if the state didn't permit it, it could have at least delayed your ultimate demise and now your heart is as black as those who refuse to listen to the word of God!"
"That's not it at all.."Envy whispered, already hurt by his father's words. "I just want to be normal-"
"Oh Lord, please forgive my only son as he does not know the error in his ways-" His old withered hand rested on the top of the green-haired boy's head, as if he was trying to exorcise a demonic spirit within him. This was nothing new however, as he was periodically 'cleansed', as his father like to call it, from the 'blackness' that was trying to take over him.
"No, Father-"
"I beg of you to take mercy on his sinning soul, o Lord and save him for the fiery pits of hell he is destined to endure-"
"NO FATHER STOP!" In a rare act of courage, Envy threw back his dad's hand away-quite harshly- from his forehead. Silence encompassed the room. Amber eyes met violet. Cold and unyielding vs wide and frightened. He knew what was coming next. It was what always came next. Father suddenly grabbed his thin wrist, and Envy began to protest at the pulls, fighting from his rock-hard grip. With his free hand, Father opened the door to a small little storage closet right beneath the quaint stairs that had a small shrine of religious items.
Rosaries scattered about the wooden table, where the shrine was, and there was many candles waiting to be lit. Above it all, a large crucifix depicting an agonizing Jesus Christ with demonic eyes haunted Envy's soul.
"Go to your closet and pray."
"...No." He whispered in a frightened voice, stepping back more and more. Father suddenly grabbed Envy by his long evergreen hair, dragging him straight to the closet. "NO! FATHER PLEASE!" Envy screamed, trying to make his dad let go of his hair. In a violent yank, Father succeeded in getting his son in the closet and trapping him inside by shutting the door quickly and locking it with an outside bolt. "Now pray for forgiveness boy!"
"FATHER!" He struck the door with his tight fists in the pure fear and trauma he was experiencing from being back inside the infernal closet. His father neared the closet with a blank expression in his deathly pale face and began to periodically thump his head against the door. Thump, thump. Screaming and screaming. Then, he began to scratch the inside of his wrist until it bled. Drip. Drip
"You will pray and you're not coming out of there until you repent!" Envy pounded harder on the wooden door. "LET ME OUT OF HERE!"
Thump. Shrieks.
"FATHER!"
Drip. Drip
Thump. Thump
"NO!"
A loud crack! went through the door. It almost split the wood almost completely in half, but not enough for the door to become useless. Envy gasped at the damage that door suddenly had, and knew that THIS couldn't be any coincidence. He caused this! He didn't know how the hell he did it, but he caused it... And the significant crack was more than enough incentive for Father to believe his son was not normal. In fact, it lead him to believe something else entirely.
"Spawn of satan..." He shakily stated, making the sign of the cross with bloodied fingers.
Oh snap! You know more of the Carrie characters ;)
