Alright! I'm on a roll with this one! The plot bunny has been nibbling and I'm probably going to have this fic finished really soon, if school and work keep cooperating with me. For all of my readers who are waiting for chapter 7 of Akuma no Ketsueki (ANK) I'm at a bit of a writer's block for that one right now. So I really need to wait to write anymore until I get more ideas. I'm so sorry for the unreasonably long wait, but ideas are sort of starting to come back to me,and I've already had torewrite chapter 7 at least 3 times already just because I'm not satisfied with it, or it doesn't seem to fit the mood of the rest of the fic. So again, my deepest apologies for the wait.
The reason that I started writing this was simply because, I finally watched all of FMA that my friend burned to a disk for me. And at episode 21 as soon as I saw Greed I was an instant fangirl. I love his japanese voice and I heard it's sooo much better than the english so yeah. I just love him like a crazy person and I had to write something about him and I just love writing character insight. Sorry to say, I do not support any Greed pairings. NONE WHATSOEVER!
And to answer a reviewer's question - yes, the "he" that I refer to is Hoenhiem. If you remember from the episode after the Devil's Nest is infiltrated, Lust and Gluttony approach Greed, Al, Loa, and Dolchatte. She said "Have you forgotten? You opposed him, despite being a homunculus, and were sealed 140 years ago. He is angry." I'm, almost positive that she's refering to Hoenhiem. But yeah! Enough of my blabbering. On to chapter 3!
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I don't know if I'm laughing because I'm happy, or if I've gone insane.
One minute, everything was like it's been for I can't even remember exactly how long. Then the next minute I can move again.
I feel strong again. I think the feeling of my strength coming back to me must've tickled, because I haven't laughed since I was sealed.
Whereas two seconds ago I couldn't even move a finger, now I can sit up, and I can see because it's not dark anymore
The bonds on my arms felt like nothing, so I rip right through them with a little pull, then through the ones on my legs.
I can stand.
I can stretch.
I can think straight without the trasmutation circles constantly trying to keep me unconscious.
I can't remember exactly how long it's been since he put me in here, but who cares?
I can't be any less than 130 years. It could be more, whatever.
I'm too happy to care about anything but getting out of this place, and no matter what, I can't stop laughing.
There's still walls all around me, but the one where the skull was has been destroyed and the transmutation circles have been disrupted.
The skull.
It rolled away, but it's still there.
I can't go near it, but I can't leave it here.
If it's all that's left of my weakness than I have to keep it with me, so that nobody else can have it.
So they can't have it.
So they can't touch me.
So they can't hurt me.
So they can't stop me.
I can't touch it for now, but I'll come back for it once I have somebody else to carry it.
Since it's too risky to go near the skull and the open wall, I simply break through another one.
It feels so good to let out my power as the Strongest Shield again.
As I'm breaking through more walls, and ceilings occasionally, I find a door.
"Specimen Room Caution Live Chimeras."
Why not?
The door took no more effort to break down than any of the walls.
As soon as I walk in, I see an electronic lock on the wall next to the cages that lined the room, with only one corridor in the middle of them all to walk through.
Cages.
They're tiny.
Smaller than my own prison.
I don't like them.
I hate them.
I hate the fact of being confined and I bet that whatever is in there must feel the same way.
I destroy the electronic lock on the cage doors and wait for moment.
Nothing happens.
But there are humans in some of the cages. Chimeras.
"Specimens" as the room label calls them.
They're like me.
Created to be a certain way but probably born differently.
They probably want to be free as much as I did.
But probably more confused than I was. I have no idea why or who let me out, so I don't care.
But they know exactly who, but no idea why.
Who cares?
"Do you want to remain lab rats here or go out there and play in hell with me? Choose."
I wait again. Still nothing in the cages comes out or moves even.
"Get out!" I can't help it. I'm laughing again.
I'm too happy.
Eventually one of the cell doors opens, and four human-looking people walk out.
Three men and one woman.
They don't say anything, or even look at all confused. They just look angry.
They should be happy that I freed them.
But I'm too happy to care about others.
Walk down the hall of the room right past them. It's up to them whether they want to follow me or not.
I break the opposite door down and walk out of the room.
Then they follow.
Now they know that I can get them out of here easily.
We go from room to room letting out more human-looking chimeras. Some more mutated than the others.
But they all follow me. The first four follow closest.
Eventually we run into a few men wearing blue uniforms.
I don't know who they are or even care for that matter. But the others know.
They recognized one human that I picked up on the way, but before he has time to do anything the only woman who followed me attacks and kills them.
Whatever she has against them is her bidding.
But something is going on in here. The others seem worried and almost scared.
For the time being, I decide it's best to hide and stay out of whatever is going on.
Once everything is calm again, we leave and pick up a few more chimera on the way.
It feels nice to have so many followers.
But,
I don't own them.
They don't belong to me.
As I didn't belong to them.
And they didn't own me.
I gave them a choice and they choose.
I won't become them.
I won't become him.