AN: Yay! New chapter! Enjoy! (*^^*)
Chapter Seven
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Curiosity got the better of me. I followed the psycho and his ape-man as much as I could.
Believe me, it wasn't easy. I almost fell a couple of times.
I stopped following when I heard a peculiar conversation; "Did you hear about that Maria lady?" A woman asked her friend.
'Again,' I thought. 'That name...'
"You mean Ross? Yeah! Who hasn't?" Her friend replied, sounding sarcastic.
'What's going on?' I thought.
"Good," the woman said. "I forgot the name of her murderer. I know he was a state alchemist. What was his name, again?" She asked.
'The Flame Alchemist...' I began thinking carefully.
Suddenly, the answer came to me. 'That colonel guy! Roy... something... Michael? No... What was it?'
"I think it was colonel Mustang," her friend answered.
'Mustang!'
"You mean the war hero of Ishval?" She asked.
'Ishval?! He's the so-called, special "war hero"?!' I thought furiously. My feelings of automatic admiration for Colo- Mustang turned into a deep disenchantment within that quick revelation.
"Yeah yeah! That's the one! Heard he burnt her into a crisp!"
A random memory appeared in my head. Two burnt bodies. A man and a woman. Both were burnt to the point of being unrecognizable. Strangers. What did I have to do with them?
The sudden images almost made me vomit. I collapsed to the ground instead, gasping for air.
[The Next Day]
'What was that?' I thought as I was washing off my face. The sensation of fear and horror remained intact within my nerves.
'It's been hours since I saw those images,' I thought, still drenched in sweat. 'Why am I still thinking about them?!' I couldn't wrap my head around it.
'Who were they? What were they? Why did I have to see that?!' I was confused. I wasn't looking at the mirror anymore. All I saw now was the sink.
'And where're mom and dad?' I thought solemnly. 'What's up with Will too? Why do I have so many questions?! Why do the homunculi know them?!'
"Why did we have to leave Drachma?!" I yelled as loud as I could.
A water drop landed in the sink. "What the..." I said aloud. More landed in the sink. I realized that they weren't water.
My hands moved to my face, fingers heading towards my eyes. When my middle finger touched my lower eyelash, I felt liquid. Tears.
It's been a little under a day since I've last cried. When did I become such a crybaby? Did I even have a reason to actually cry? I still have my body, my parents were still alive. 'If they even are my parents...'
I sighed and wiped my eyes. I wasn't gonna cry over nothing. That's not how I was born nor grew up. I wasn't a sissy.
I looked at the mirror and was shocked. Looking back at my reflection, I found that I didn't even know myself. Was I really such an ignorant person? Not even paying attention to my parents or brother. I was practically blind.
What did Edward and Alphonse look like? What was Winry's eye color? Did the colonel even have hair?
'How did I not notice it earlier?!' I thought angrily. 'I never opened my eyes in my entire life. Is it because of that day...?'
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AN: Who's ready for a trip down some traumatic memories?
