Wings of Destiny
Chapter 4: Deal With the Devil
Disclaimer: I do not own Shadow of Destiny or the philosopher's stone
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Margarete sat on her small bed, legs curled up against her chest, her arms wrapped around her knees.
She had spent many restless nights staring out her barred window, unable to sleep over the phrenetic howls and cries of those with rooms attached to hers.
The doctors here had promised her an early release if her behavior improved. But, not being able o stand the company outside her door, she had shut herself in her room, leaving the doctors to think she was perhaps not improving after all.
Margarete rested her forehead upon her knees and began to sob softly. Things had gone from bad to worse upon her arrival here. Now, on top of having absolutely no one to turn to, she was stuck in this hellhole.
"How are things, Margarete?"
Margarete wrenched her head up, looking around. "Wha--? Who?"
But she knew the answer even before she had asked the question. Only one person had that chillingly separated voice.
"H- Homunculus! Where are you?" She asked the dismembered voice, crawling to her hands and knees on the bed. She heard a chuckle, and then he appeared before her across the room, standing underneath the surveillance camera.
Margarete glanced apprehensively at the camera. Though it could not see Homunculus at the position he was standing, it would clearly be able to see her talking to him. But, then again, she really had no choice.
"What are you doing here, Homunculus?" Margarete demanded. Homunculus shrugged.
"I'm here to save you, of course. But if you'd rather stay here..." And he turned around to imply that he could leave at any moment.
"No, wait!" Margarete said quickly, reaching her hand out as though it would stop him. "You can get me out of here?"
Homunculus turned around slowly, smirking. "Well, of course."
Margarete lowered her hand, happiness and hope swelling up inside her for the first time in many weeks.
"This sounds too good to be true." Margarete thought, smiling slightly. Then, realizing something, her smile fell, replaced by a concerned frown. "Wait a minute, this IS too good to be true! Now I remember, Homunculus only saved Eike's life to prevent himself from destruction. An now look what's happened." Margarete felt tears begin to swim in her eyes, but pushed them back furiously.
"Well?" Homunculus asked impatiently from where he stood in the corner.
"What's the catch, Homunculus?"
"Catch?" Homunculus smiled slightly. "Why would you suspect a 'catch'?" He chuckled. "Don't you trust me?"
"Of course not!" Margarete spat. "I'm not stupid!"
Homunculus looked for a while as though he were about to say "Oh?", but simply shrugged and looked out the window.
"Such a pretty day out, wouldn't you agree?" He gave a sinister smile and turned back to Margarete. "You can't here the birds from in here though, can you?"
Margarete knew what he was trying to do, and she regretted to admit that it was working. She'd do anything Homunculus asked her if only she could get out of here.
Margarete sighed. "You're not going to tell me what you what until after I agree, are you?" Homunculus chuckled in reply. Margarete slid off the bed. "Well, all right."
"Now we're talking. I suppose you'll need these, too." He dropped a red quarter- sleeve t-shirt and a pair of black capris at her feet (I think this is what she was wearing at ending A), then waved his hand at her as he turned around. "Hurry up and change, I promise I won't look."
Margarete bent down and picked up her clothes, then crossed the room and entered a cramped bathroom. She quickly changed out of her hospital gown and into the 'normal' ones, stretching her legs a bit to try hem out. She had never worn men's clothes before.
When she came out o the bathroom, Homunculus was laying calmly on the bed, one le bent with his hands resting behind his head. Margarete ran to the bedside.
"What are you doing, they'll see you!"
"Who?" Homunculus asked, giving her an I-know-something-you-don't-know smile.
"Th--!" Margarete stopped mid-word as she pointed up to where the surveillance camera was. Or used to be, now.
Homunculus pulled himself up into a sitting position. "Are we ready, then?"
Margarete, still gazing at the scorched wall, nodded. Homunculus took hold of her arm, and suddenly they were disappearing into the red haze and black bubbles that always appeared when Homunculus apparated or disapparated.
Margarete grabbed hold of Homunculus' wrist tightly, who winced almost inaudibly, as neon lights swirled around the pair.
Then they were outside, in front of the Brum Museum and Library. Margarete look around in awe, then reluctantly at Homunculus.
"I guess you'll be telling me what I have to do for you now."
"I guess I will." Homunculus out his hands on his hips and turned to the museum and library. "I want you to bring me something. It is called the Sorcerer's stone, much like the Philosopher's stone, but with their differences. Of course," He turned back at Margarete. "You'll have to make it first."
"Make it?"
"You don't have a problem with that, do you? After all, your father was an alchemist. Well, so to speak."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Anyways," Homunculus continued, ignoring her comment. "I'm sure you'll find everything you need in the Library. I'll be seeing you."
"But-wait!" Margarete turned to find herself alone. Sighing dejectedly, she made her way up the hill to the Brum Museum and Library. "What is he planning now?"
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I decided to make Brum Museum (or library) into both. Let's just say the first Eckart still couldn't make up his mind, so he did both, (which he should have just done anyway).
Chapter 4: Deal With the Devil
Disclaimer: I do not own Shadow of Destiny or the philosopher's stone
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Margarete sat on her small bed, legs curled up against her chest, her arms wrapped around her knees.
She had spent many restless nights staring out her barred window, unable to sleep over the phrenetic howls and cries of those with rooms attached to hers.
The doctors here had promised her an early release if her behavior improved. But, not being able o stand the company outside her door, she had shut herself in her room, leaving the doctors to think she was perhaps not improving after all.
Margarete rested her forehead upon her knees and began to sob softly. Things had gone from bad to worse upon her arrival here. Now, on top of having absolutely no one to turn to, she was stuck in this hellhole.
"How are things, Margarete?"
Margarete wrenched her head up, looking around. "Wha--? Who?"
But she knew the answer even before she had asked the question. Only one person had that chillingly separated voice.
"H- Homunculus! Where are you?" She asked the dismembered voice, crawling to her hands and knees on the bed. She heard a chuckle, and then he appeared before her across the room, standing underneath the surveillance camera.
Margarete glanced apprehensively at the camera. Though it could not see Homunculus at the position he was standing, it would clearly be able to see her talking to him. But, then again, she really had no choice.
"What are you doing here, Homunculus?" Margarete demanded. Homunculus shrugged.
"I'm here to save you, of course. But if you'd rather stay here..." And he turned around to imply that he could leave at any moment.
"No, wait!" Margarete said quickly, reaching her hand out as though it would stop him. "You can get me out of here?"
Homunculus turned around slowly, smirking. "Well, of course."
Margarete lowered her hand, happiness and hope swelling up inside her for the first time in many weeks.
"This sounds too good to be true." Margarete thought, smiling slightly. Then, realizing something, her smile fell, replaced by a concerned frown. "Wait a minute, this IS too good to be true! Now I remember, Homunculus only saved Eike's life to prevent himself from destruction. An now look what's happened." Margarete felt tears begin to swim in her eyes, but pushed them back furiously.
"Well?" Homunculus asked impatiently from where he stood in the corner.
"What's the catch, Homunculus?"
"Catch?" Homunculus smiled slightly. "Why would you suspect a 'catch'?" He chuckled. "Don't you trust me?"
"Of course not!" Margarete spat. "I'm not stupid!"
Homunculus looked for a while as though he were about to say "Oh?", but simply shrugged and looked out the window.
"Such a pretty day out, wouldn't you agree?" He gave a sinister smile and turned back to Margarete. "You can't here the birds from in here though, can you?"
Margarete knew what he was trying to do, and she regretted to admit that it was working. She'd do anything Homunculus asked her if only she could get out of here.
Margarete sighed. "You're not going to tell me what you what until after I agree, are you?" Homunculus chuckled in reply. Margarete slid off the bed. "Well, all right."
"Now we're talking. I suppose you'll need these, too." He dropped a red quarter- sleeve t-shirt and a pair of black capris at her feet (I think this is what she was wearing at ending A), then waved his hand at her as he turned around. "Hurry up and change, I promise I won't look."
Margarete bent down and picked up her clothes, then crossed the room and entered a cramped bathroom. She quickly changed out of her hospital gown and into the 'normal' ones, stretching her legs a bit to try hem out. She had never worn men's clothes before.
When she came out o the bathroom, Homunculus was laying calmly on the bed, one le bent with his hands resting behind his head. Margarete ran to the bedside.
"What are you doing, they'll see you!"
"Who?" Homunculus asked, giving her an I-know-something-you-don't-know smile.
"Th--!" Margarete stopped mid-word as she pointed up to where the surveillance camera was. Or used to be, now.
Homunculus pulled himself up into a sitting position. "Are we ready, then?"
Margarete, still gazing at the scorched wall, nodded. Homunculus took hold of her arm, and suddenly they were disappearing into the red haze and black bubbles that always appeared when Homunculus apparated or disapparated.
Margarete grabbed hold of Homunculus' wrist tightly, who winced almost inaudibly, as neon lights swirled around the pair.
Then they were outside, in front of the Brum Museum and Library. Margarete look around in awe, then reluctantly at Homunculus.
"I guess you'll be telling me what I have to do for you now."
"I guess I will." Homunculus out his hands on his hips and turned to the museum and library. "I want you to bring me something. It is called the Sorcerer's stone, much like the Philosopher's stone, but with their differences. Of course," He turned back at Margarete. "You'll have to make it first."
"Make it?"
"You don't have a problem with that, do you? After all, your father was an alchemist. Well, so to speak."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Anyways," Homunculus continued, ignoring her comment. "I'm sure you'll find everything you need in the Library. I'll be seeing you."
"But-wait!" Margarete turned to find herself alone. Sighing dejectedly, she made her way up the hill to the Brum Museum and Library. "What is he planning now?"
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I decided to make Brum Museum (or library) into both. Let's just say the first Eckart still couldn't make up his mind, so he did both, (which he should have just done anyway).
