Opening my eyes I became aware of the pain racing through my body, taking a sharp breath I winced in pain as by broken ribs expanded, fucking bastard. Sitting up I coughed up more blood, shit this is bad. I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was morning. Great now I have to go to school.

Grabbing my bag which was still by the door and walked out before Hohenheim could come back. I walked slowly to school struggling to breath, I contemplated going to the hospital but how would I explain these injuries? I arrived at school nearly an hour early but it was better here than at home.

I walked to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror for the first time, my braid was loose, the bruise on my temple was black and obvious, I had bruises on my neck where he had gripped me and there was no way I could hide them. I removed by jacket and removed my top and saw in my reflection that my torso was completely covered in bruises and cuts; there was also what looked like burn marks on me as well, what did he do to me when I was unconscious?

Pulling my shirt down and pulled up the sleeve of my one flesh arm and looked and the cuts and scars that littered the wrist, painful reminders of when I'd try to take my life, some of them were so faded and were from soon after the car crash and I had seen no point in living without my mum and younger brother, my father had caught me and talked to me and showed me there was still a point in living.

With the way he was acting now I no longer had a reason to live and had started up on my old habit again, only this time when he caught me he only laughed and said that I should just finish once and for all. I looked through my backpack and pulled out my small butterfly knife, I looked at the sharp blade and placed it against my wrist, just as I was about to pull it across I heard footsteps, quickly I shoved the knife in my pocket and pulled my sleeve down.

Mustang came around the corner a minute later and I saw his eyes widen as he took in the bruises on my neck and face. I grabbed my coat and bag swinging it onto my back; I stifled a cry of pain as a jostled my bruised ribs, but I must of hit it badly because suddenly I couldn't breathe.

I coughed a few times and large amounts of blood splatted on the ground in front of me, dropping to the ground my vision became blurry and the last thing I was aware of was of someone calling my name out in a panic right before I passed out.

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Damn it I need to pee. Sighing I closed the assignment I was in the middle of marking, standing up I went to the students toilets simply because they were closer, besides this early in the morning no one would be in there. So you could imagine my surprise when Edward Elric was in there. I was even more shocked when I took in his exhausted and haunted look and the bruise on his face plus what looked like hand prints around his neck.

I could barely contain the rage that I felt at seeing him like that, I watched as he grabbed his bag and coat before leaving. I felt panic rise in my chest when he suddenly collapsed after coughing up a lot of blood. I knelt beside the unconscious teen and lifted his shirt and felt disgust and the urge to vomit rise in me as I looked at the bruised and scarred abdomen.

I pulled out my cell phone and called an ambulance, I told the phone operator what happened and I was instructed to put him in the recovery position, monitor his breathing and to make sure he didn't choke on any blood.

About 10 minutes later the paramedics arrived, I explained the whole situation to them and they quickly got to work checking his vitals and attaching machines to him to monitor his heart beat and breathing patterns. "There isn't much we can do for him here, he needs to get to an hospital as soon as possible, I suspect that he has multiple broken ribs and one of them may have sliced open his lung." I nodded in understanding.

"We need an adult to come with him since he is underage, are you able to do that?" the other paramedic asked me. I have classes I'm supposed to be teaching but this is more important, besides there's always substitute teachers. "I just need to tell someone what's happened but then yes I can." They nodded and I went to leave as the principal, Riza Hawkeye walked in looking stern as always. "I heard the sirens and came to see what happened, I heard the conversation and you have my permission to go with them, that poor boy needs someone with him, but I expect you to call his father and tell him what happened, also keep in touch." I nodded and ran after the paramedics just as they loaded Ed into the ambulance.

I jumped into the front beside the drive and the other paramedic got in the back to monitor Ed's condition. Twenty minutes later we arrived at the hospital and Edward was wheeled off to the emergency department and a group of doctors and nurses came over and rushed him off for a bunch of tests while I was stuck doing the admittance paperwork.

After filling it out I called Van Hohenheim, I listened to the phone ring wondering if this was the right thing to do.

"Hohenheim speaking how may I help you?" Taking a breath I prepared myself for this.

"Hello this is Roy Mustang one of Edward's teachers, I spoke to you yesterday."

"Ah yes I remember what can I help you with, what has the little punk done now?" I frowned, this isn't how I father should talk about his son.

"He's done nothing, but I am calling for the hospital, earlier this morning your son coughed up a large amount of blood before passing out. I haven't heard how he is but I suggest that you get down here as soon as you can, he's not in a very good condition."

"Thanks for letting me know I'll be there as soon as I can." With that he hung up, I frowned knowing for sure that he wasn't himself now, there was no concern in his voice only anger and annoyance and for a second I wondered if I should have not called him.

It felt like I was waiting forever for news on Ed's condition and in reality it had only been an hour, still Hohenheim hadn't showed up yet.

Hearing the doors open I saw the object of my thoughts walk in, he spotted me and walked over, I stood up and held my hand out for him to shake. "Hello I'm Roy it's nice to see you again." He shook my hand and only grunted in response. "Had any news on how the little bitch is doing?"

I ignored the rude part and just shook my head sitting down again, he took a seat beside me and I looked at him expecting him to be at least a little bit worried but instead he just looked pissed off and like he had a giant stick up his ass.

I heard footsteps and looked up as a doctor entered. "Anyone here of an Edward Elric?" Me and Hohenheim stood up at once and followed the doctor to Edward's room. "After a few tests we found out that he has 4 broken ribs and one of them had sliced into his lung and that was what was causing him to cough up blood, luckily we were able to repair the damage."

I sighed in relief, but that wouldn't have caused him to pass out. "Due to the large bruise on his temple and his unconscious state we too some scans of his head and found that he had bleeding in his brain, we needed to relieve the pressure immediately before it caused permanent damage so we had to drill a hole into his skull, but with that he will be fine." The doctor said before smiling and walking off leaving us alone with Ed.

I felt awkward and out of place knowing that this was I time for family, excusing myself I left the room and waited outside the door contemplating if I should call Riza now or later, I should at least call Dean and tell him where to meet me now. Pulling out my phone I waited for him to answer.

"Hell this is Sam speaking, what do you want?" So Sam answered the phone this time.

"Hey it's Roy Mustang, I'm sure Dean filled you in on the details I just wanted to let you guys know that we will need to meet at the hospital instead now." I knew he was going to have questions.

"Why? What happened?" I wasn't sure how to explain it myself.

"Well the victim collapsed and…" BANG…. AHHHHH

I heard a loud bang noise and a pain filled scream. I heard Sam call out on the phone, calling for me. "Sorry Sam got to go see you soon." I hung up and raced into the room and stood still in shock.

Hohenheim held Edward around the neck and the teen was struggling weakly in his grasp, an ugly bruise formed on lower jaw. "YOU FUCKING USELESS PUNK, CAN'T EVEN TAKE YOUR PUNISHMENT WITH OUT ENDING UP IN THE FUCKING HOSPITAL!" Hohenheim yelled in Ed's face. But the thing that really froze me in place was Hohenheim's eyes; they were pure black not white showing at all.

"Put him down." I growled out acting braver than I felt but Edward was about to pass out from lack of air. Hohenheim dropped the boy who landed on the bed gasping in life giving oxygen. I looked at Hohenheim and saw his eyes were normal, I had to make sure, remembering a trick Dean taught me I said "Christo" and watched as Hohenheim shuddered and his eyes flashed black.

He stalked out of the room and slammed the door behind him, sighing in relief I felt dread fill me as I looked back at Ed and saw that he had coughed up more red blood and struggled to breath. I sat down on the bed next to him and gently rubbed his back, not wanting to hurt the poor boy anymore.

My mind raced as I thought through what I had discovered, Hohenheim had been possessed by a demon and had been physically abusing Edward for however long and doing god knows what else to the poor boy.

"Mr Mustang why are you doing this, why did you stop him, I deserve everything I get." A weak voice asked me, I looked down at Edward in shock and the boy thought he deserved this? "Edward Elric I helped you because I care and no one deserves what is happening to you." Edward started to shake under my hand as silent tears rolled down his face, shit just how much damage has the bastard done?" I heard the door open and saw the doctor and Hohenheim standing there, my heart raced as I saw a fake look of concern on the latter's face.

"Hohenheim has requested to take Edward home to help in recover there and I believe it to be for the best." The doctor said in a monotone voice, I frowned nothing about this made sense, the boy just had surgery he should be kept overnight.

Nodding I stood up and gave Ed a pat on the back ignoring his panicked eyes and headed out the door and walked to the main entrance of the hospital. I stood there for a few minutes before a familiar black impala pulled up in front of me, I looked through the windows and saw that it was Sam and Dean; I opened the back door and got in and sighed warily. "Hey guys long time no see, thanks for coming so quickly you know I wouldn't call unless it was important."

"Yea we know Roy, know why don't you fill us in on the details, but before you do is there somewhere better we can talk?" I nodded and gave them my address; we drove in silence for fifteen minutes before arriving at my house. I led them to the front door and let them in, I knew my house was a mess with empty beer bottles on the ground and the rubbish bin overflowing but I could care less.

I showed them to the coach and watched them take a seat. "Well I guess you're curious as to why I called you here, well it started a few months ago, one of the best students suddenly stopped handing in his homework, he came to school covered in bruises, at first I thought it was just boys being boys and he was simply getting into fights, but when it kept going I noticed he started flinching at any sort of contact and he was always injured." I explained.

"Ok that's interesting and all but what has this got to do with us?" Dean asked annoyance and confusion written all over his face, Sam looked the same. "I was getting to that, as I was saying I called him into detention the other day after school and part way through he started to cough up blood and refused to tell me why. After he had left I called his father and you have to understand that a few years ago his wife and younger son was killed in a car crash and Edward lost two of limbs, but despite this every other time I'd met him he had been one of the nicest people I'd ever met, but on the phone he was completely different, it was after that conversation that I called you. But this morning Edward collapsed after coughing up more blood so I took him to the hospital and he had multiple broken ribs and one of them had punctured his lung and he had bleeding in his brain from a serve concussion."

I felt like I was talking a lot but not really explaining why they were here, that is if their confused looked were anything to go on. Taking a deep breath I continued. "As I was on the phone with Sam I heard a scream of pain coming from Edwards room so I went in and saw Hohenheim strangling his son and saying that he deserved this, the thing that was most shocking was that his eyes were fully black." I saw comprehension on their faces, "I did the whole test of saying God in Latin and sure enough he flinched, I'm almost positive that Hohenheim is possessed by a demon."

I knew that if anyone could save Ed it was these guys. "Where are the boy and his father now, still at the hospital?" I shook my head. "No his father convinced the doctor to let him take Edward home to recover there." I could hear the concern in my voice.

"We will have to watch and observe to make sure there's nothing else going on here before we act, I will pose as a student teacher in all of classes and keep an eye on him when he's at home while Dean will follow Hohenheim to whatever he does during the day, but I think for now we should go see what is happening at their house." Sam said and Dean nodded in agreement. "I want to come with you guys now, I'm really worried about him." Dean looked hesitant but Sam agreed and soon we all piled back into the impala and drove off in the direction of Edward's house.

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That fucking bastard, I nearly die, I have a major operation than he nearly strangles me to death and now he's forcing me to make his dinner? I can't fucking believe him, I pulled the griller door open where two pork chops were cooking, I could never make food for myself. I put the meat on a plate along with some mashed potato and carrot before sprinkling the whole thing with salt and pepper.

I walked into the lounge room, struggling to stay up right as I couldn't breathe properly without it hurting, I stood there and held his plate out to him, he took it and started eating it, but after the first bite he threw it against the wall and spat it out, taking a drought of his beer, a slight bit of smoke coming out of his mouth.

I started shaking in terror wondering what I did wrong. "HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO USE FUCKING SALT IN ANY OF THE FOOD!?" I could have slapped myself of course I knew not to use salt but it just slipped my mind with everything else that had happened. I watched as dad walked closer to me his eyes that pure black again.

His fist slammed into my bandaged ribcage dislodging the semi healed broken ribs, his foot lashed out and hit my one real shin and I fell to the ground not able to support myself as a wave of dizziness hit me. The next kick hit my jaw and I screamed out in pain as I felt it dislocate.

Tears of pain and confusion filled my vision, how could my own father who used to be so loving do this to me? I remember how after the accident and I blamed myself for it comforted me and told me it wasn't, he who used to be there when the nightmares hit and through the automail surgery. He who stopped me killing myself was now the one forcing me into this pain.

"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT THAT TRISHA AND ALPHONSE ARE DEAD!" he yelled at me a few specks of spit hitting me in the face. I looked into his black eyes and I felt the tears finally spill over, of all the things he ever told me that was the worse one ever.

Another kick landed on ribs and I felt a sharp stubbing pain and suddenly I couldn't breathe. As I lay there struggling for air I watched Dad grab a knife and my flesh wrist and watched in horror as he pulled the knife across the scars that were already there. "I should have let you do this all those years ago and I wouldn't have been stuck with your sorry ass." He whispered into my ear his words cutting deeper than the knife could ever. The last thing I saw before blacking out from lack of air and blood loss was his psychotic grin and those black eyes that just couldn't belong to my father.