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Chapter 2: Porcelain Doll
Envy's Point of View
I could feel the stupid door knob dig into my fucking spine as I leaned against it, but I was feeling particularly lethargic (hey look, a school word! My English teacher would be so proud). You would be too if you had to stay in a hospital for an entire day, running around like a pager boy or some shit like that. Roy and Izumi were off somewhere talking to a doctor about the shorty's 'fragile condition' while I was stuck babysitting Wrath.
A familiar buzz in my pocket threw me out of my thoughts as I dipped my hand in and pulled out my cell phone. I stared at the caller ID, it was Win. Mmm, to take the call or to ignore the call, that's the real question ladies and gentlemen…
Wrath peered up at me through her tangled mess of black hair. She was such a tomboy, at this rate she'd grow up to be a dyke. "…Pick it up your ring tone's pissing me off you asshole; I don't get how someone like you has any friends in the first place. Aren't you even worried about that kid mom found?" I rolled my eyes, "Wrath, the world is a terrible, cruel place, and the sooner you learn that, the sooner you'll understand everything, little girl."
"Did I mention how much I fucking hate you?" she snarled, giving me her oh-so-original middle finger insult. I snickered and then stared back at my phone, it was still ringing. Damned bitch was persistent. I flipped it open and held it to my ear, "…Yo," I drawled out, pressing my tongue against the inner cheek of my mouth while tapping my foot impatiently.
"Envy, it's cold outside and we waited for hours for you to get your ass to the theater, if you weren't going to come, it wouldn't have hurt to, oh, I don't know…call?" I think her screeching deafened me…damn…
"I was on my way, Win, honestly. But, you know. Things happen…I stopped when I saw a snowflake and realized that life is precious." She snorted on the other line, "Wait until the next time I see you, it's on Evan Mustang!" before clicking off. I cackled wickedly and Wrath shook her head at me. Izumi walked out of the room with the balding doctor and my Roy. I think the doctor was trying to hit on her before but then gave up when he got a look at her husband, ha-ha. Then the balding doctor realized that he couldn't even begin to compete. I stood completely straight and placed my cell away before asking, "Hey is the shorty going to live?" Mother gave me 'The Look' before responding, "The young man is going to be just fine, he just needs medication, to be watched over, and food and he'll be fine." Wrath ran up to Roy and tugged at the hemline of his uniform, "Daddy, can we please go and see him? Or is he sleeping…?"
The doctor coughed slightly, "Well, he is fast asleep, and I wouldn't advise…" Roy smiled, cutting him off, "I'm sure my lovely daughter wouldn't do much, she only wants to see him is all. There's no harm in that is there…?" The way he said it held an almost threatening tone as well. Ha-ha. The doctor pulled out a handkerchief (who the fuck carries those around?) and wiped at his brow, "We…well then, I suppose it couldn't do any harm. Just allow him to get the rest his rest." Wrath beamed and ran into the room. I followed in after.
Not wake him up, eh…?
I think Izumi and Roy were both giving me 'The Look'. I could feel their dark gazes burn a hole into my back. Ouch.
XOXOXO
I swear on high fuck that the shorty was really a girl. Not that I really felt like checking his crotch to see if there was a dick or a pussy (or both). Wrath stood by the blonde's side, blinking at she poked at his cheek gently, "His skin's really cold." I shrugged, "Maybe he died. Have you ever played with a dead body?'
"You're such an asshole Envy"
"Thanks for reminding me," I drawled, yawning. I made my way over to where Wrath was standing, allowing a smirk to curve my lips before looking down at the pipsqueak and grabbing one of his arms (human one, since the whole metal thing kind of put me off) and shook it wildly. "I'm telling mom, what the fuck do you think you're doing, you're going to kill him, you're going to…!" Wrath stopped her shrieking when his eyes opened. He pulled his arm away from my grasp and went to cover his whole body up under the sheets, looking at me, then Wrath, then around the white room with the wide eyes of a frightened cat…his eyes were kind of cat-colored too, a kind of bright amber-gold mixture.
Maybe he was some kind of mutant-hybrid freak.
"…Why are you guys here? Damn it, didn't the both of you die, how…why did you follow me to the other side? Wait…is Al here?" He sat up and grabbed the front of Wrath's shirt, his hands trembling uncontrollably, "Wrath…Wrath is my brother here? Is he alive…did…did it work, tell me please…"
I pulled Wrath away; Izumi would have gotten pissed if I allowed some crazy boy to deflower her. "…We don't know about any kid named Al and how in the hell did you know my sister's nickname, stalker?"
"…How are you here Envy? Didn't…didn't The Gate take you away? Where's teacher? I…I've got to get out of here…" At that point he started shaking and I figured that he was going to have a seizure. Hmm, I've seen an actual live person have one before…
"Just don't stand there and smirk, I'm getting someone!" Wrath jogged out and I continued on watching as the shorty took a deep gasp before slamming his body back into the hospital bed, curling up into a ball, pulling at his hair.
Then he started…crying.
I never cried myself. Nope, nuh-uh, never. Even when I was a little kid, I was told I was quiet, just minding my business, fussing and throwing up on bitches when I wanted food or needed a diaper changed. There was the kind of crying Wrath did, the girly, high pitched kind that made me want to throw her down the stairs. There was the 'manly' cry, the type of silent tears that rolled down a man's cheek while he still wore his poker face. And of course, there was the type of nasty snort and spit crap that one did when they were drunk.
But the type of crying this kid was doing was the type I've only seen in high classed movies, the kind where something tragic happens to the hero and he kind of just…breaks down into those well-rehearsed sobs that would rack the core of his soul and it would make you just want to reach out and give him a good slap on his fucking stupid face for being such a dumbass… (this is my mentality anyway; I suppose there are others who would disagree).
There was a whirlwind of loose dreadlocks before I realized that Izumi had entered and came by the blondie's side, gently rubbing a hand down his back and encircling him into one of those motherly embraces that you read about in novels.
I wonder if my real mother ever held me. I don't seem to recall…
"…Hey, sorry to disturb this loving and sappy moment that appears to be a reject from a Lifetime movie, but I'm going to leave now. I have a social life with the slaves I lie to and call my friends, 'kay?"
Hum…and no one was really paying attention…
So I left.
XOXOXO Wrath's Point of ViewEnvy left, but then again I'm convinced that Envy doesn't have a soul. His ego's inflated and he just needs someone to burst his bubble and let him know that the entire world doesn't revolve around him. Sometimes I don't even think he loves mom and dad. He always calls them by their names and doesn't appreciate the fact that they took us out of that hellhole of an orphan place.
As I looked upon mom rocking the blonde haired boy back and forth as he cried, I couldn't help but slightly get jealous. I felt sorry for the kid too. He just seemed so sad…like something really dreadful happened to him.
A part of me wished I could go over and make him, I don't know, smile or something. He seems the type to have a really handsome smile.
What the fuck, why am I thinking about him smiling? Weird thoughts have been popping into my head lately. All the guys that I'm friends with don't really seem like…friends anymore. My brain is doing something retarded (those hormones we were discussing in health class, yuck) and I'm starting to think of Jon and Kyle and Bobby and James as…as…cute.
EW! I told myself a long time ago that I wouldn't become one of those girls that bleached their hair blonde that were interested in boys and looking sexy for boys or liked the color pink and all of that girly shit. Hell, I wanted to be a boy myself; I think I was born in the wrong body or something. Envy called me a lesbian numerous of times; I'd rather have crushes on girls that pay attention to guys; they were only good for playing sports and beating up.
I told myself the first time I saw Kelly Harper with her curly red hair and boobs that I would not become like her.
A hiccup from the boy took me out of my random thoughts and I looked back up. He seemed to be calming down a bit, gripping onto my mom's back with his metal hand.
I wondered how that metal hand would feel on me, would it be as cold as it looked? Would it tickle…?
…And moving on with normal thoughts…
Fuck, I hate girl hormones…
XOXOXOEdward's Point of View
It was all starting to make sense now, not perfect sense…but some sense.
Like when I went to that world of zeppelins and got killed by one…I figured that this must be the same world, but a different place…a different time. And these people I saw that looked so much like my enemies and allies were a family. In this world. This alien place where I was probably some kind of outcast meant to be isolated and yet, here was my teacher look alike, pulling me into the warmth of her body. Even though it wasn't teacher (or my mom) there was still comfort. The dark haired man that looked exactly like Colonel Bastard whispered a phrase into the girl version of Wrath's ear. I had vaguely noticed that she kept on staring on me before looking away and looking back, as if fighting with herself about over an issue. The two left the room.
Teacher (no, not Teacher, she wasn't yet she was) held onto my shoulder with a soft touch and looked into my eyes, "What's your name?" she questioned. I swallowed an invisible lump, "Ed…Edward Elric," I managed to rasp out. I wanted to add, 'The Fullmetal Alchemist, your pupil,' on the end of that but that that would prove fruitless. I was a nobody here.
"Do your parents know you're missing? Do you live around here or are you homeless?" I winced at the word homeless, remembering that stupid essay that girl wrote about me. (It was meant to be about her future, did she want to be homeless as well…?) I'd doubt a story like mine would be believable in this alchemy-less world. But I had no more lies left within me.
"…My mother's dead and I don't know what the hell happened to my father. Not living around here is an understatement. I'm not from this world…I…I know it sounds like I'm not sane, but you have to believe me…I was born in the small town of Resembool, where the fields of grass and wild flowers would go on for miles…I had a little brother and he was my everything…then one day, I did went to close to the sun and got burned…badly…I lost my arm and leg…that's…that's why I have these…oh please believe me…!" I didn't want to seem weak, I didn't want pity, yet I broke down again and she held onto me again and it felt so good…
"It's going to be alright dear; I'm not going to leave you until we get to the bottom of this, we'll help you find your brother…your family…"
It was getting harder to breath. She smelled like lilacs and baby's breath flowers in bloom.
I replied to her, "…I'm never going to see them again...that is the price I have to pay…"
XOXOXOEnvy's Point of View
Many a night I wonder how I ended up with the group of people in which I dub as my friends. The first one in which I ever even shared some kind of connection was with Winifred Bella Rockford. And that was only because her parents and my 'parents' were 'good friends.' I liked how her looks were oh-so deceiving with big baby blue eyes and rich dark brown hair, but in all reality, she was a little spitfire, a mixture of sugar and spice. Played on the school's ice hockey team (the only girl to ever be on the men's team in all of Central High history) as have time to be captain of the cheerleading squad. In her spare time she tinkered with computers and mechanics, that was Win for you.
Then there was her best friend, Roze Thomas, who was just one big hypocritical, contradictory piece of work. The girl's parents were the strict kind of Bible huggers that would drive any sane teenager to the edge. Roze went to church every Sunday and was always quoting something from her beloved black Bible with the golden cross decorating its cover. Yet in her spare time, she got high (off of nothing extreme, weed, the occasional sniff and injection, ect.) and practically worships her abusive son of a bitch boyfriend Cain. I think Roze is the most fucked up out of all of us, but she's the best at hiding it so I give her props.
Finally, there was Ling Yao. Ling was a cool guy. A completely idiotic retard, but a cool guy. He had the most obvious crush on Win, but Win only plays oblivious as to not hurt his feelings. High school romances are a funny thing, illogical, but funny. The world had no end to sources of entertainment for yours truly.
I snapped out of my thoughts as the trio got their asses over to Jazzy's, where I had texted to meet me more than thirty minutes ago. I wasn't amused. The three cups of coffee added to my crankiness. Win was looking like she was in a bitchy mood as well. Mmm…argument time in three, two, one…
"The movie was really good. You know," were the first few words uttered out of her mouth as she sat down. Roze had a glassy look to her dark colored eyes. Probably off in la-la land again. Ling was all over ordering a cup of hot chocolate, only greeting me with a flash of his teeth.
Win brushed some of her hair away from her face, smiling pleasantly, "And I saw this character that reminded me of you there. He was a transsexual with really, really bad hair."
I started to clap lightly, "I'm amazed at your brilliance Win, really, that was so witty and slick, speaking of bad hair, I think I saw a rat scatter through yours but anyway, I'll tell you why I didn't go to this alleged 'good movie.' Izumi's found a homeless boy and she wants to take pity again."
"Really?" Roze questioned, snapping out of her post-drug induced daze, "What's he like?" She took Ling's mug and sipped out of it before placing it back down. Ling scowled. I shrugged, "Tiny, blonde kid. The rest of them are still at the hospital, he was at the verge of death when he found him." Win tapped her chin thoughtfully, "That sucks for him." Ling nodded, "It does, so, Winry, when's your next cheerleading practice going on…?" Win gave a nervous chuckle as she randomly babbled on about something else.
"...Is his name Edward?" Roze brought up, now facing now me again. I shrugged, "Dunno and I don't care." She tucked a loose dyed picked strand behind her ear, looking down, "Find out for me, okay?" I looked at her, "…Why?" Roze blinked softly shaking her hair before laughing, "Ah, no reason, I'm just being strange again." She pulled out her Bible from her handbag, a box of cigarettes falling out. She cursed as she went over to pick them up but I couldn't help but feel that her response was just a little too off-handed. Like some kind of shift in the world had just occurred.
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A/N: Finally! Hope this chapter wasn't too boring or horrible, the action will pick up soon, just gotta get some plot out of the way! Next chapter is all of the work of the lovely Miss TOOL 2! READ AND REVIEW! CONSTRUVTIVE CRTISIM is muchly appreciated! Until next time…
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