Dear all of my angst lovers:
I promise you angst is coming. Some of these types of death I'm not very good at writing/I don't like writing, so I'm getting those ones out of the way first. I hate happy deaths or romantic deaths or heroic deaths or anything like that, so I'm doing those types first. The angst is what I truly live for, and I promise it comes in in the last six or so chapters. There's even a type of death I titled 'The Angsty Death,' so look forward to it.
To all of my non-angst readers:
Yeah, the angst starts soon. Get ready. I am very scarily good at writing depression and angst so hold onto your seats and Kleenex or pick up your bags and leave the theater. I am NOT merciful when it comes to 10xDeath.
Anyways, I'm trying something different with this chapter, I'm doing it from Ed's POV. I wanna see if I can write his thought patterns in a convincing way, so here ya go. Tell me in the reviews if I did good or not.
I don't own FMA and here's the third chapter of In Which my favorite character gets killed over and over and over. This one MUST be set in the 2003 anime, it makes no sense in BTHD or the manga.
Death Type 03
"This could prove to be harder than I thought."
Seriously, why did the Homunculi have to be so flipping annoyingly hard to kill?
Scratch that, I have killed Sloth at least four times by now and she's still using her freaky water limbs to try and strangle me, suffocate me, or possess Al. I swear to Truth, if my next plan doesn't work I am going to lose it.
Or maybe I already have. I honestly don't think I would notice if I went crazy.
Currently, said plan is to push these two crates together - both of which have half a transmutation circle on them - and then blast this stupid Homunculus apart.
You know what I hate the most about this? The fact that Sloth is the Homunculus created by the failed transmutation of my mother. You know what I hate the second most about this? The fact that she won't just freaking die!
Al pushed one of the crates and I pushed the other, and then he used it, blasting Sloth out of his body and onto the floor in a puddle of water that for some reason made me feel oddly light and happy inside.
Of course, Wrath chose this moment to appear, and promptly threw a temper tantrum in the middle of Sloth's remains. I swear, she better stay a puddle of water or I will scream.
Of course, seeing as the universe and the Homunculi hate me, the puddle reformed into Sloth and Wrath and Al and I just sort of stared in either disbelief or happiness (in the first one's case). And then I followed through on my promise.
"I SWEAR TO TRUTH THAT HOMUNCULI ARE THE MOST ANNOYING ENEMIES!"
I'm pretty sure that everyone in town and maybe everyone way down in Resembool could hear me, but I honestly didn't give a frick. I hate Homunculi.
Sloth laughed. "Well, we are very good at regenerating."
There was a crackle of Alchemy and Wrath connected himself to Sloth. She looked down at him questioningly. He replied, "I'm not leaving you behind again, Mommy!"
"She's not your effing mother, Wrath!" I yelled, but then an idea formed in my head. Or, more like I realized something and formed an impromptu plan from it. "But you really shouldn't have done that, you know."
"Why?" Wrath said. Sloth's eyes widened as I explained.
"Remember how you absorbed my mom's remains earlier? Now she's exposed to them. So say goodbye to your 'mother.'"
I knew Al was going to kill me later for killing this Homunculus, because he somehow saw it as Mom, but I just wanted to get outta here. I was starting to worry about how quiet Lust was being. Don't get me wrong, I don't like her. A lot. But she is temporarily my ally, and I could use some help from someone who isn't biased as heck to not hurting or killing Sloth.
However, just as I was transmuting her body into ethanol, or stating the chain reaction that would lead to it, Wrath detached himself from Sloth and started running toward Al, yelling something about stabbing and a blood seal.
Oh no he freaking didn't.
If I had ever had time to look back, I would have seen that it was a tactic - Wrath distracts me from killing Sloth, then they kill us. I would not have taken the bait if I knew the results.
But I didn't, and I only had one second to decide, and my stupid brotherly instincts took over. So Sloth stood smiling, looking so much like Mom, while I ran past her and jumped in front of Al.
"Don't touch him!" I yelled at Wrath, using the energy from the transmutation I was going to do on Sloth and used it on the ground, sending Wrath flying because of a giant stone hand. Serves the little idiot right.
"Brother! You-" Al said, but I cut him off.
"Al! Go! Hurry! I'm not letting you get killed!"
"But if you stay, you'll get killed-"
"I'M THE OLDER BROTHER! LISTEN TO ME! RUN AWAY, NOW!"
I could almost feel the regret radiating off of his metal body. "Okay. See you later?"
"Go!"
And that was the day I decided to play the hero and I got to pay the price.
At least Al's alive. That's a good thing, right?
I have no idea how that went from "Homunculi are the most annoying enemies" ranting to really serious and stuff. I know this is my worst chapter and I'm making it up by posting another one later today. Number four is the last one that has only minimal levels of angst in it... And then I can start showing off my tragedy talent. Of which I have lots.
I'll have to start putting a lot of disclaimers and warnings for tissues in my A/Ns, huh?
See ya.
