ARRRGGGGG I'm FUCKING INSANE!
I am literally typing this up on my bed in tears because of the feels from Fullmetal Day and the fact that I am so fucking proud of this story and I'm also looking at Fullmetal Day photos and gif sets on Tumblr and I CAN'T ESCAPE IT ARRRGGGG!
Anywhoo... Break from insanity. Part two of the Barry the Chopper plot. Again Moemon, this one's for you.
Kathryn came to strapped to a chair. Her left arm was missing and her other arm tied very tightly to her body.
She glanced around the room, happy to have the internal fur to keep her warm in this freezer. A small table was placed in front of her, a small overhead lamp lighting up the surface. There were several different weapons, varying from meat cleavers, steak knives, and hack saws. Each weapon, from what she could see, had dried blood on them.
She grimaced at the thought of all the helpless victims that were probably carved open or hacked to pieces with those knives.
"So you're awake?" the man from earlier said. He walked from the shadows of the room with a knife in one hand, a sharpener in the other.
Kathryn winced every time he rubbed them together. He set the knife down on the table and looked thoughtfully at the others. "What are you going to do to me?" Kathryn asked.
The man turned around and threw a knife into the wood of the chair. It cut into a bit of Kat's side, a small line of blood falling down her body. "You probably don't want to know. But I love to see the fear in people's eyes. So I will tell you," he replied as he picked up another knife and walked over to Kat. He cut the left strap of her tank and dragged the knife across her upper chest to the other one. He cut that one and watched it as it fell. Then he placed the tip under her chin and lifted her gaze to his. "I'm going to cut you into pieces."
He walked away and looked at his knives again. "What happened to my arm?" Kat asked him, showing no fear. I won't let him have the satisfaction of hearing me scream, she thought.
"I saw your pocket watch. I heard that there were now two alchemists who could transmute just by clapping. One shorty with braided blonde hair, and the first female state alchemist. So I took some precautions," he explained lifting her arm off the table.
He grabbed a knife that was slightly bigger than the last one. He came back over and slashed her cheek. Kat didn't even flinch.
"I guess you're tougher than they said. Fine, then I guess I'll make you beg," he said as he slammed the blade into her thigh.
She gasped and snarled at him. She flexed her hand and tried to think of anything but the pain. She tried to move her hand to grab her chain, tried leaning her head forward to grab it with her teeth.
"I flipped your necklace over your shoulder so you couldn't get it," he said as he pushed the knife further into her leg. "I saw you change with that thing. I won't let you go wolf on me."
He yanked the knife out of her leg and she growled ferociously at him. He smiled and walked back over to his table. He grabbed a pair of bolt cutters and walked back over. Kathryn's eyes widened when he kneeled next to the chair and grabbed her hand.
"Maybe this will make you scream if I go slow enough," he said struggling to grab her finger. He managed to get one and put it in the cutter. He slowly squeezed until he stopped because they heard a noise from inside the shop.
Ed was at headquarters at 2:30 and Kat still wasn't there.
"Hey Ed. Instead of looking like a lost puppy, why don't you help me with this case? Maybe a new pair of eyes would help," Hughes said from the other side of the lunch table.
Ed glanced at him, glanced back at the clock, then sighed. "All right, Hughes. I'll take a look."
Hughes handed him a folder. "Someone has been brutally murdering women in the area. They've been slashed, ripped, and chopped into pieces. There was never enough blood at the crime scene so we think they were transported to the dump site from another area," Hughes said solemnly.
Ed glanced at the pictures of the murder victims, not being able to look at them for more than a minute. "Are there any patterns?" he asked.
"Just the fact that they are all dismembered women, no."
"Hmm…" he wondered. He scratched his head. "Only women?"
"Only women. We've found more blondes than any others, but we think that was just coincidence."
"Blondes?" Ed asked worriedly. Kathryn's a blonde. And a girl. He shook his head. Kathryn can handle herself. So wouldn't get caught by some serial killer. She's part wolf for fucks sake! She would be able to sense someone-
His thoughts were cut off by a memory.
"I heard a noise so I changed and ran back here. I'm not sure what it was either, but I know there was something."
"Shit, Kathryn," he said slamming the folder shut and sliding it back to Hughes. "I think she's in trouble," he said as he ran out of the cafeteria.
He got to the front of the building and stopped. There were black tire tracks on the ground. He looked over to see the loading dock to the cafeteria. "Excuse me!" he shouted to someone from the kitchens. "What was parked here?"
"The delivery van that that pretty lady uses," the man swooned. "She always parks there when she drops things off for the kitchen."
"Thanks," Ed said as he ran off. He ran back to the motel and into the back alleys. "Kathryn, you weren't going to sit until you knew what was back here, were you?" he muttered. He slowed down after a while and found foot prints in some mud that seeped through the cracks in the bricks.
He looked at his boot and found they were identical patterns, meaning they were Kat's. They had the same shoe, only hers were higher up on her leg to make them more feminine. He followed the trail until it stopped, which was in the middle of the alley. He continued forward until he ended up at the back of a shop. The freezer truck had the same tires as the one from outside headquarters. He looked in the back and found a lot of blood, some he was sure was human. He shut the door and walked up the steps. Something on the ground caught his eye and he glanced down. He picked up the item and realized it was a small screw.
He thought he had seen it from somewhere and pulled off some of his glove. The screws were identical.
"Smart girl, Kat," he whispered, tucking the screw into his back pocket. He moved to the door and opened it slowly, wincing as it creaked on its hinges. He stepped inside and shivered at the cold that bit his skin.
He walked through the darkness of the room until he walked into something. A dead pig hung from the ceiling by some chains.
He walked around it and heard someone. He quickened his pace a bit, hoping it was Kat. He came to a table pushed up against the wall and a woman hiding behind it. She had long brown hair that fell in waves past her shoulders and a light green dress with brown shoes. She was shivering uncontrollably.
"Mam? Are you okay? Are there any others?"
The woman nodded her head and pointed to the other side of the room. "A young girl, blonde… you have to help her…"
Ed's eyes widened. He helped the woman up and looked around. "Don't worry, I'll get you out of here-
His words were cut by a club smashing against his head. His world went dark.
Ed woke up strapped to a chair with metal chains.
The woman from earlier stood at the table. "So you're up. I hope you don't mind, I removed your arm… Can't have you escaping with alchemy," she said as she turned around and pulled of her wig. The man smiled and held up his arm. "Hello, I'm Barry and welcome to my butcher shop. The last place you will be seeing before you die."
Barry set the arm back on the table next to another.
"That arm… Where did you get it!" Ed exclaimed.
"Your body, duh."
"No! The other one! The smaller, left-handed one! Where is she, what did you do with her!"
"Oh… So you do know her. I was hoping I didn't grab her for nothing. Yes, I'll enjoy chopping her to pieces like all the others, but I was hoping she would bring you with. I thought you would be fun to chop up too," Barry replied menacingly.
"What did you do to her you bastard!" Ed shouted.
"Now now, no need for name calling, I've done nothing to her, yet," he said as he moved over to some chains. He pulled on a loose one until Kathryn was pulled out of the shadows.
Her feet dragged across the floor as she was pulled into view, her back to Ed and Barry. Barry walked over and turned her around and she held weakly onto the chain to keep it from digging into her wrist.
"Wake up now, I didn't think I hit you that hard. Please wake up, there is someone here to see you," Barry said lifting her chin. Kathryn did nothing, so he back-handed her, hard.
Ed struggled against his chair. "Kathryn!"
"Ed…" She looked at him through blood soaked hair, her lip was split and the cut from earlier had just stopped bleeding. Ed saw how she stood with most of her weight on one leg and saw the tear in her pants.
"You sick bastard! What did you do to her!" Ed yelled.
Barry punched Kathryn and Ed growled. "What did I say about the name calling? Another mean word and I might have to continue with her and chop off her fingers one, by, one," Barry said. "Wouldn't you like that, sweetheart?"
Kathryn looked up at him and spit blood in his face. "Go to hell," she growled.
"Feisty, I like it," Barry said as he wiped the blood from his face and getting close and personal to Kat.
"Why are you doing this!" Ed shouted. Maybe he could get Barry away from Kat long enough for her to think of something.
"That's an interesting question…" Barry thought for a moment. "I guess I just like the feeling of flesh underneath my blade. You see, the first person I killed was my wife," he started. He turned away from them and Kat straightened.
She tugged at the chain but it wouldn't budge. She smiled before scowling again and stared at Ed and jerked her head up. Ed watched as she drew a circle and then a star on the chains. He smiled and nodded, scooting his hand as far as he could into his back pocket for the screw that Kat dropped.
"After I cut her up, I saw how finely my blade could shred her to pieces and I wanted more. More people to cut, to watch my blade cut through their stomachs and watch them as they held their innards off the floor," Barry said as he grabbed one of his bigger meat cleavers.
"Why would you murder someone for a reason as stupid as that! At least others have jealousy and rage. What's your reasoning!" Ed shouted.
Barry turned around, an unseen craziness in his eyes. Kathryn slumped back against the chain holding her up, trying to convince Barry that she wasn't a threat.
"Because I can," he said as he walked towards Ed. "Anyone can commit murder. Men have morals, but send them to war and they have no problem killing someone who was innocent, whether it be a man, woman, or child. They can kill each other in the most unimaginable ways possible and not feel an ounce of remorse, you know why?"
"Do I even want to know?" Ed growled.
Barry swiped out the cleaver and stuck it in Ed's shoulder. He gasped and felt the blood flow from the wound to the floor with a steady drip.
"No!" Kathryn screamed. "Leave him alone you sick bastard!"
"Because we all want to kill. Some more than others. But most need an approval from the higher-ups to do so. I saw some state alchemists in a village once, slaughtering people with their alchemy. Splat, fountains of blood staining the ground," Barry said over Kathryn's cries. He dug the blade deeper into Ed's shoulder with a smile.
"Ed!" Kat screamed again.
"Shut up!" Barry shouted. He wrenched his blade out of Ed's shoulder and turned to Kathryn. He strode over to her and slapped her again. She spit out blood and clenched her eyes shut. "Do you know that you will have to be a murderer someday, too? You both will," he said with a glance over his shoulder. "That is, if you live. Which you probably won't."
Ed finally got the screw out of his pocket and started engraving the chain.
"Hmmm… It seems I can't get a reaction from your little boyfriend over there," Barry said. He brought his blade back up to Kat's chest and moved out of the way for Ed to see. "Maybe if I did this…" he muttered as he put the tip of the blade at the cut he made earlier and dragged it down, cutting flesh and Kat's tank. He stopped halfway down the valley of her breasts to look at Ed. He sat there staring at Barry with angry eyes, finishing up the circle on the chains.
"Still nothing? Maybe if I cut off her other arm, you would make a peep," Barry said as he raised the cleaver.
"No!" Ed shouted as he touched the circle, breaking the chains. He lunged from the chair and knocked Barry over.
They tumbled to the floor. Barry looked at Ed and took a swing at him. Ed blocked the blade with his foot. Barry looked at his blade, then back at Ed. He took another swing that hit Ed's leg and he looked at his cleaver again.
"Why isn't this cutting!"
Ed flipped himself over and dashed away. He ran around until he reached Kathryn.
"Hurry up and untie me," Kathryn said, looking around the room for Barry.
He reached up and fiddled with the chain. Barry came up behind Ed and poised to strike.
"Duck!" she shouted in warning.
Ed rolled out of the way and Kat grabbed the chains, hoisting herself up with them out of the way of Barry's attack. She dropped back down on Barry's cleaver and kicked his in the face, sending him into the table. One of the arms fell off the table with a clank. Ed stood and grabbed it, running through the freezer.
Barry grabbed a different knife and went after Ed.
Kathryn looked around for ideas. She hopped up on the table and kicked a knife up to her hand. "First try," she muttered and she gave herself as much slack as possible.
She chopped at the chains three times before they broke. She fell forward off the table, slicing open the side of her arm. She stood up and listened, hearing the steady drips of her blood and the heavy breathing of Ed and Barry.
She looked over to the table and grabbed the arm that was still lying on it. She shoved it into her socket…
But it didn't fit.
She looked at the arm and saw it was Ed's. She growled and heard Ed shout. She ran through the freezer until she saw Ed on the floor. Barry was slowly approaching.
She ran over and tackled Barry. In what seemed like slow motion, they tossed each other their arms. Kathryn rolled across the floor with Barry. She plugged in her arm and screamed, alerting Barry. He raised his blade and brought it down on Kat. She raised her arm and deflected the attack.
Ed let out a shout of pain and she kicked Barry away from her. Scrambling to her feet, she took off with Ed.
"Up and over," she shouted.
She jumped over a pig that had fallen on the floor followed by Ed.
Barry ran after them. Not noticing the pig on the floor, he tripped, and impaled himself on his knife.
Kathryn nudged him over with her foot. His knife was lodged into his side. He was still alive, and suffering. He wouldn't die for a while.
Kat turned to Ed. His gaze was anywhere but hers, his eyes filled to the brim with tears.
She choked on a sob and let the tears come. She ran over to Ed and brought him into a death grip. He hugged her back fiercely and stroked her hair.
They both sobbed together. Kathryn's wracked and shook her body, having not cried so hard in a very long time. Edward's were silent and steady, but they were there. Kathryn could feel them mix with hers on her neck.
"It's okay. It's over. We're alive," they both said, both trying to soothe the other.
Neither of them cared that the other was crying. It was a moment of weakness that they could allow.