Hello, Chapter 13 is up. Happy? I know you all are!

Disclaimers: I don't own Fire Emblem 6 or 7. Or SSBM...

Warnings: Incesty things...pedophile-liness. Blood. The usual.

Chapter 13

"Roy! What are you doing with that?"

I turned my head slightly over to my father and gave him an ugly sneer.

"Why, hello, father. Well, I was just thinking of ways to make our servants more

efficient. And, after my calculations and endless research, I found out that

people respond to torture."

I placed my steel sword down on the ground and placed my hand of my hips. "It's

kind of tiring, but it's worth it."

I smiled over at the servant who was cowering in the corner.

"Now, now, do not be afraid." I lifted my sword. "You should be happy that I'm

using you for my experiment."

I was about to bring the sword down, to cut off one of her arms, when my father

stopped me.

"Roy! What's wrong with you?" He held on to my arm. I pushed him away.

"Leave me alone. I have to try this out." I pulled my shirt collar back over my

shoulder. "That's why these people aren't doing any type of proficient work.

You're being way too soft. Let me show you how it is done, Eliwood."

I brought up my sword again, and now, without any interference, I sliced off a

bit of her flesh. She screamed.

"Shut-up, woman!" I yelled back. I snickered to myself, watching her squirm in

pain. 'Serves you right.' I thought.

But my triumph didn't last for long, my father, being in his early 30's, tackled

me. My head was slammed on the cold, marble floor. My father sat on top of me.

"What's wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?" But I knew exactly what he meant. I felt blood dripping from

my forehead.

"You've been acting so cruel. And just now, you called me Eliwood." He got off

me and called over the nurse. She helped the servant off the ground and took her

away.

"And so? That is your name, right?" My father glared at me, I shivered.

"Yes, it is. But that doesn't give my son the right to call me by my first

name."

I waved my hand, dismissing his words. "Yeah, what ever. Get over it." I wiped

the blood away.

"What's wrong with you?" I adjusted my belt and thought.

"Nothing."

"There is something wrong with you."

I put my head up and glared at him. "How can you say something like that with a

straight face?" My father frowned.

"How can you hurt someone with a smile on your face?"

"I'm a general," I closed my eyes. "That's what we do."

I heard him snicker. "This general thing is really getting to your head. Roy,

don't think I haven't heard any reports about the things you've been doing. You

have been abusing your power, and hurting innocent people."

I felt his cold, stare bearing down on me. "Not to mention what you did to that

teenaged girl."

I threw my head up. "Marcus told you that?"

"Does it even matter?" He tapped his foot and crossed his arms. "I can't stand

the sight of you. I regret having a son like you."

Where did that come from? "But father, I..."

"Don't start calling me that, now." He turned around. "Just leave me alone, I

need some time to think." He sauntered away.

All I really wanted was for him to spend more time with me. But I guess I just

made everything worse...

/Roy's POV/

I hated them so much, those stupid memories. But this was one of those ones I

liked. My father was in them. Since that incident with that little girl in

town...I hadn't seen him.

And that was about two years ago. That day, after he said he regretted having

me, I poisoned him. But I wanted the ones that gave you a slow, painful death.

I sighed, finally realizing were I was.

And the pain I felt in my shoulder.

I was in my room. I turned my body. Marth was sitting on my chair, snoring

lightly. I placed my hand over my shoulder, the bleeding had stopped. Checking

the time, I realized how early it was. Around two a.m.

Marth's eyes fluttered open. "Roy? Are you awake?"

I turned to my other side, forgetting about my wound. I whimpered softly and

coughed.

"Roy?" He touched my side. "I'm so sorry. Really. You must've been through a

lot. I...I heard you crying about your father while you were sleeping. I guess I

just made everything worse."

"Um, it doesn't matter. I'm so used to bad things happening." I sat up and

rested my head on my headboard and sighed. "I could care less about what anyone

does to me."

Marth sat down at the foot of my bed. "Yeah, but you cared about what Daisy

did." I shrugged.

"Yeah, 'cause...I..." I looked at my quilt and started pulling the white string

out of it. "I just..." I didn't care anymore.

"Um, what are we going to do about your shoulder."

"Leave it alone. It hurts."

"Yeah, well, obviously."

I sighed again. "Why didn't you just kill me?"

I couldn't." Yeah, but I wanted him to. I couldn't stand living anymore.

I knew I couldn't take any more pain, and I naturally knew if I got Marth

angry...

"So, about Altea." Marth's sad stare turned into a glare.

"Yeah?"

"I mean, was it beautiful?"

"Ah yeah."

"Then why did you let it get destroyed." Marth laughed and shook his head.

"Sorry, Roy, but it's going to take more than that to-"

"You let it get destroyed. You let your own parents parish. What kind of person

are you?" I could tell Marth was getting furious.

"Roy, just quit while your ahead."

"That doesn't make any sense. You were being a coward."

"Roy! I don't really understand where you are going with this. You've said this

before, do you want me to teach you teach you another lesson?" He slid over to

me. "I don't only have to injure you physically, you know. I can scar you

mentally and emotionally." Marth pulled my cheek.

"I hope you aren't being perverted." He nodded his head.

"I am. Now quit it." I blushed and threw myself on him.

"Marth, just do it."

"Do what?"

"I don't have to explain it to you, do I?"

"You want me to...?" I pulled back.

"You pervert! I wasn't talking about that." I sighed once more and went under my

covers.

"Marth...would you say something is wrong with me?" I twiddled my thumbs.

"Um, I...yeah. There is. You act weird." There was a brief moment of silence.

"Roy...you said you heard a voice in your head?" He placed his hands on my

shoulder. "How long has this been going on?"

"Whenever I get angry."

"Oh really, and by the looks of it, you get angry a lot."

"You can't even imagine..."

/Marth's POV/

Roy's voice sounded sad and depressed.

"Roy? Can you tell me about yourself?" Roy sat up and gave me a serene smiled.

One I never saw before, it was almost haunting.

"Yeah..." His voice was really soft and cheerless. "Well, I guess it all started

out when I found out my best friend that I really loved was being betrothed to

some guy. The only son of the Marquess of Etruria. I should've been glad for

her, all I wanted was for her to be happy anyway. But no, I was jealous. She was

my only true friend, and now she was being taken away from me. So my jealousy

got the best of me, and on their wedding night, I attacked him."

Roy chuckled lightly.

"That guy was pretty strong, you couldn't tell by just looking at him though. He

easily dealt with me. And it was embarrassing. Lilina was crying the whole time

as we wrestled on the ground. After I lost, I ran away. My father sent a team to

come and look for me. Of course, two hours after, I came back. I was pretty

bloody. Lilina and her husband were waiting for me. I was angered when I saw him

there, holding her arm, kissing her neck. All those things we used to do

together. You just don't know how hard it is...So, again, my anger got the best

of me. I took the closest thing and drove it into his skull."

"Ironic. The closest thing was a knife. Why was it there?"

Roy paused and tapped his foot on the ground.

"I killed him. It was the first person killed."

I noticed how Roy called him an 'it'.

"I kept on assaulting his lifeless body. After I was done, twenty stabs later, I

laughed. The whole time, Lilina was punching me saying; 'Why Roy? Why?'. I

pushed her away. I still hadn't noticed what I had done. My father had heard all

the commotion, he came down from his room, yelling; 'Roy what have you done?'.

Stuff like that. All I said was; 'I've been here for about five minutes, and

that's how you greet me?'. It didn't take long for him to get up to me and

pretty much beat me down too. It really hurt. I never knew my father had a

pretty wicked punch."

"Next morning, my father came to ask me why I did that. I was too weak to answer

him, I was hurting all over. He told me that the Marquess of Etruria was really

mad. I could really care less. My father asked him for a pardon, my father told

me to beg them. But I was too proud. So my father begged for me. They totally

forgave me. For only one reason though. My father didn't know, nobody knew. The

Marquess' wife really liked me. She was a pedophile. So she implored her husband

to forgive me. They could have executed me as an act of retribution. I wasn't

too proud to ask her to beg her husband. But that came with a price."

Roy put his head on his knees.

"I lost my virginity to her." He heaved a big sigh and he clutched his fists. "I

felt so dirty. But I couldn't do anything else. After that, the voice came. I

was always angry and depressed, but nobody noticed. Lilina wasn't talking to me,

and my father was always spending time with the commoners and his friends. Most

of the time it was Lilina's father. They were good friends since they were

children. Some days, right around midnight, he would come back drunk. I would

always meet him. But soon after, I stopped. The times I would meet him, he would

say all these erotic, lustful things. He once kissed me on my lips. But I

forgave him, I had caused him so much trouble, and this was the way he dealt

with things."

Roy narrowed his eyes.

"I was always lonely. I would usually stay in my room and study. I secluded

myself. My father didn't know what to do with me, I would never speak to him. He

would always try to start a conversation with me, but I would just walk away.

One night, I heard him weeping to himself. He made me feel so sad, and I cried

the whole night. But every morning he would seem to cheerful, always smiling at

me. I would never smile back. Some days I would go out and not come back until

the next day. My father would stay up the whole night. He would always demand to

know where I was, but I went straight to my room. We never ate together..."

Roy started to cry. I also started to cry. It was so sad.

"And...one day. I was torturing this servant of mine. Me and my father got into

an argument. It was one of the few times we would talk. He said he regretted

having a son like me. He told me he needed some time to himself. Afterwards, I

was having my lunch, when he came to talk to me. The whole time, he had his arms

around me in this tight hug. He was saying how sorry he was. I couldn't have

cared less. I told him to get off me. He obeyed me and began to eat his own

lunch. And then he said, 'Roy? Have I ruined your life?' I just answered back

saying that of course he did. He then said, if I hated me so much, why didn't I

just kill him. I said it was because he was my father. He got up, and hugged me.

'Roy, I am really sorry. Please, don't kill me. I want to spend as much time

with you as I can.' He started kissing me."

Roy started to cry harder.

"It wasn't really one of those parental kisses. These ones had more of emotion

to it."

For the first time since he started his story I interrupted him.

"Where did he kiss you?"

Roy frowned.

"Everywhere, I guess. Mainly the upper half of my body. He kissed my neck and in

the process, he bit me. I jumped. He then apologized. 'After my own father died,

my mother was really overprotective. I guess it was the way she would deal with

losses.' I got up, slapped him away and yelled: 'I could care less of my

grandmother and how she acted. Just don't try that again. And watch out.' I ran

upstairs to my room. I had this poison I had brought a few weeks ago. That was

really the last time I saw my father. I was angry, so I can hardly remember this

part. Next morning, the attendants said that my father was sick, and that he

wanted me to be sent to Ostia with Lilina and her father. And then I ended up

here."

Roy chocked at the last part.

"Roy? There's something you're not telling me." He shook his head.

"Please don't make me say it." Roy started to mumble to himself about killing

commoners in his town and something about...

"Roy? What did you just say?"

Roy stopped crying and started tearing at his left shoulder.

"I just want to die." He rolled off the bed and started yelling. I was afraid

that he would wake everyone up.

"Roy! What's wrong."

"Leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alone!" He repeated, he rolled back

and forth. I grabbed him and covered his mouth.

"Calm down!" Roy stopped his rampage. His eyes were glazed over. "What's wrong."

He slowly turned his head away from me and started screaming again. I pulled

back.

"Roy!" He stopped again and shook his head.

"Marth. I'm sorry." Roy said, picking at his pants. His shoulder started to

bleed again, but he didn't care. "Just thinking about it..."

"Roy?"

He looked so tranquil, just sitting there, thinking.

His eyes and face where red from crying.

"Marth? When I tell you this, will you promise to still be my friend?"

After all this, he still wanted me as a friend.

"Of course, Roy..."

/0/

Yeha! Kurai's crappy endings strike back. Seriously, call me stupid, but when I

was writing about how Roy never talked to his father anymore, I was crying. I

feel so ashamed. I mean, my own stories make me cry! The next chapter is very

gorey. I mean, you'll probably throw-up. Still, should I make this a higher

rating? Before I post the next chapter, tell me. It's about how Roy kills

someone. Not telling who.

OH! I'm so sorry! I totally added some incesty things in there! Don't sue! I

thought it was cute! Yeah, I bet you guys next time you play SSBM, you're gonna

be thinking about how Roy lost that fight.

And when you guys play Fire Emblem 7, you'll comment on how disgusting Eliwood

is. Even though he is completely straight. Hmm, anymore stupid things I should

say? Non, non, non!

I'm really happy for all the reviews! You guys are so nice! Au revior, mon amis!

P.S: You may be wondering if I am french 'cause I have french all over the

place. No, I'm not. Non, je ne suis pas.