The Winged Child

Chapter 3: Different kinds of meat

Yatta, chapter 3 is here! It's just a conversation with Emil and Barry, I hope I don't make him sound OOC.


"Mom, hey Mom!"

"Alright, what is it, Emil?"

(Emil's POV)

It's amazing that I remember this, but I guess it's all I can remember, since it was only two years ago; I was only three years old back then, and I still remember my mother's face. She had hair as black as the night, and eyes that just looked like a crimson sea of blood, that must've been where I got my hair and eyes from. I know she said that I took her girlish looks when I was born, but I always told her that she was beautiful, because she was... my mother, Teresa. "I just wanted to know what you were doing?"

"What do you think?" She asked

"Hm, making another painting?"

"You got it."

My mom, I didn't really get what a tomboy was when my mom first told me, but I started to understand over time; my mom always seemed more out going than most woman I saw on the streets, when they went for groceries, she went to walk around, talk to old friends, and then do other stuff that takes a long time. She seemed more like a guy than anything, always acting assertive, always taking charge of things, and she's not afraid of fighting back against people who she just didn't like. I really admired her for that. "So, what's the painting about now?"

"Actually, it's all part of a story I came up with," Teresa answered. "The story of the winged child."

"Winged child?"

"In the story, a young angel about your age is looking for something," She explained. "He had many things, only things that an angel could have, but they didn't make him happy, and he'd cry because of it. Most people thought it was because the angel had no parents, but he said he was fine without any, he scours the globe in hope of finding what he truly wants, crying with each waking moment he is without it."

"Wow, does he find it?"

"Do you want to see what he looks like?" She asked

My mom was an artist, the things she could create were just beautiful, almost alive, but they really came alive when she started learning alchemy; she was really smart, so smart that she was able to learn how to use alchemy in her art. My mom made a special transmutation circle made for making art, and I watched as blue sparks started to fly until her image appeared on the frame. A boy with angelic wings stretched further than his arms, his eyes had tears falling down his face like a river as he stood under a twilight sky. "Mom, the boy looks just like me."

"That's because you're my inspiration for it." Teresa said, smiling.

"I am... but what about the last part?"

"Well... if you want, you can finish it when you get older."

"Really, thanks!"

I worked really hard to be an amazing artist like mom, I remember how she would smile when I showed her my paintings, and she was so proud of me when I started learning alchemy. I wanted to be just like her, but I guess... fate wanted her to itself.


(3rd person POV)

Emil woke up to see a a new morning, something he thought he'd never see again until he took a breath of fresh air. "I'm still alive, that's good..."

It was wierd, but it felt both strange and normal for Emil to remember his mother; he didn't think about the past since she first died, and he never wanted to remember him again, but remembering his mom felt nice, almost calming to him. 'Maybe I'll sleep for a little while longer... I want to see mom again.'


"..."

"..."

"... Barry, are you going to make a move or not?"

The day progressed, and over time the sun began to set until it became dark. Through the whole day, Barry and Falman spent their time playing chess, and in Barry's opinion, he thought that this was getting boring. "Calm down, I'm making sure to win this time."

"You said that five hours ago, and it's already been ten wins for me." Falman replied.

"Shut up, I got you this time," Barry had a kind of look that meant he was smiling and placed a chess piece down on the board. "Your move."

"Are you sure you want to move there?" Falman asked

"Nervous, Falman?"

"Alright," Falman took a pawn and took Barry's king. "Checkmate."

"No fair, I could've sworn I had you!"

"You left your king ungaurded, that was your mistake."

"One more time."

"No way, it's getting late so I'm going to bed."

"Come on, I'll get bored if I don't do something," Then Barry hatched an idea in his empty head. "I know, how about I go find some people to kill?"

"Absolutely not!" Falman yelled

"But it's completely dark out, no one will see me."

"I said no, now goodnight." Falman went into his room and closed the door, leaving Barry alone to himself.

Barry had no idea what to do, now that Falman had fallen asleep, there was no one to play chess with, but he honestly didn't care about that; he needed something to chop up or he'd go insane (or more insane in his case), he thought of killing Falman, but that would mean breaking his promise to Hawkeye. "Falman's probably asleep by now... which gives me the perfect chance to leave and have some late night fun."

The idea was foolproof, or so Barry thought. When he tried to sneak out of the room, right when he opened the door, he saw someone that surprised even him. "Hiya, Mr. Barry, how is your night today?"

Barry didn't answer, the person he saw in front of him was Emil, and he looked the same as he was a month ago, but his body was almost nothing but skin and bones; it took Barry a while to react, he just walked outside and closed the door. "What are you doing here!"

"You remember me?" Emil asked

"Of course I do, you're that Emil kid from a month ago." Barry answered

"I'm happy you remembered."

"How'd you even know I was here?" He asked

"I followed you."

"Since we first met?"

"Well, I did get lost for a little while," Emil said sheepishly "But then I saw you trying to attack that lady named Hawkeye, I thought it was funny that she kept shooting you, but then I thought it was sweet that you had a crush on her."

"Oh yeah, Missy can be quite fiesty." Barry said remembering Hawkeye.

"She looked pretty strong too, just like my..." right before he could finish, Emil passed out.

"Hey, you okay," There wasn't any answer. "Huh, I guess he's dead... oh well."

"Mom..." Emil was still alive, but just barely. "I... can't die yet... I made... a promise to... Mr. Barry."

"Promise, I never made a...!"


(Flashback)

"Emil, well congratulations, you're gonna be my special kill."

(End Flashback)


'Didn't think the kid would try to live for me to kill him, he must be dummer than I thought,' Barry thought, he watched Emil's body and was surprised at the look on his face. 'I'm surprised he still has that face, you think after a month he would've lost those rosy cheeks.'

"Mom..." Emil called with tears.

Barry sighed. "This kid's more trouble than he's worth, but I guess I have no choice... so much for a night out."

Barry grabbed Emil and went back inside the apartment, he sat him down to where the chess board was and examined him from top to bottom. He really did look the same, his clothes looked more ragged, but they were still the same; he wore the same choker on his neck and pair of wings on his back, but it turns out the wings were part of small bag on his back. Since he didn't have anything better to do, Barry took the time to see what was in the bag, but all there was were two books. "A book on alchemy, and a book on... cakes?"

"Hey... it's not nice to look at other people's belongings." Emil started to wake up again.

"Finally up, what's with this cake book anyway?" Barry asked.

"It's part of my dream."

"Your dream."

"Yeah, my dream is to be a great alchemist like my mom was," Emil explained. "But that's part of my dream, the other part is to become a great patissier."

"... A what?"

"You know, a pastry chef."

"You sure you're a boy?" Barry asked, but Emil chuckled at his question.

"I am, but I like pastries, especially cake," He said, smiling. "Sweets can always put a smile on your face, and one day, I'm going to create cake culptures, making different art out of sweets... doesn't that sound cool?"

Barry was surprised at the look in Emil's eyes, before he was passed out, but now his eyes was sparkling with determination; it was pretty weird, but his look just made Barry laugh a little. "You're a weird kid, but I guess I understand where you're coming from."

"Really?"

"Yeah, when I was a normal butcher, I loved my job more than anything," Barry explained. "It felt great to chop up the many different kinds of meat, but none of them made me feel more alive than the meat of live humans. Being able to chop them up, to see how they tick, and to have their blood on my cleaver, it just feels great."

"So that's why you kill people, does it really feel that good?" Emil asked

"Of course, play your cards right and you'll probably be a killer when you grow up."

"I'm scared to, especially after what happened," Barry could tell Emil was talking about his mother. "But it's okay, I don't want to take your job. If you like, when I become a patissier, you can be the first to try my cakes."

"I'm an empty body of armor, remember?"

"Oh right, but it'll still be a good gesture," Emil replied. "Mr. Barry, do you mind if I ask you something?"

"Fine, what is it kid?"

"Well, what's your opinion on people?" Emil asked

"My opinion."

"Yeah, not everyday you get to ask a killer that question."

"Not much to say, everyone to me is nothing but meat," Barry answered. "Just something to put on the chopping block, and they all need someone to chop them up, I'm just the person to do it."

"So everyone is just meat... even me?" Emil asked

"Why wouldn't you be, but the way you look, you'll probably be tasteless," Barry replied. "How'd you even survive like that anyway?"

"Oh, I just kept drinking water," He explained. "A human can survive for a while if they drink nothing but water, but it didn't really help my body much, which was also the reason why I passed out."

"You don't say, too bad there isn't any food here." Barry said, but he didn't really care.

"Yeah, but I'll be fine, I am a little sleepy though," Emil yawned. "Maybe I'm really sleepy, and I've been sleeping all day. Mr. Barry, is it okay if I sleep here?"

"What, you're kidding right?" Barry asked

"It's just cold outside, and I don't think I can sleep out there again," Emil yawned again, resting his head on Barry's lap. "It'd be nice to sleep here, I'd feel more safer being with you."

"Heheh, that's something you don't hear everyday, but seriously, you can't sleep here... hey, Emil," But it was too late, Emil was already fast asleep. "Like I said before, damn brat's more trouble than he's worth. I can't believe I couldn't kill him the first time, I guess I don't have the taste of killing children... but this kid's special for some reason, I kinda like him."


To be continued

I'm glad that this chapter was longer than the last one, I'll try to make it longer next time. Chapter 4 coming soon.