Chapter Three: Bloody Memory (part one)
Disclaimer: Don't own FMA…..actually I don't own anything according Brig. Gen. Erin Lightning.
Author's Note: I'm so sorry I haven't updated in so long. Don't hurt me! By the way, this will be a short author's note. Guess what? This is it.
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Dedicated To:
Lone-wolf: I'm updating just as you asked me to. . Thanks for reminding me that I had to do so. It's been a while since I've gotten ANYHTING from so I kinda forgot about it.
Nirvana: This chapter and the ones that follow it are long. Just for you, they're really really long. I hope you're happy. I know I am. By the way, Vana, Later on in this chapter there was originally going to be a rape/lemon scene. But I've changed it into a fight scene. Recently, I've been caught between whether I should do the rape scene or the fight or, maybe even both. I've already asked a few people about this but I'd like your opinion. Thanks! huggle
Brigadier General Full Metal Pipsqueak: () Just cause!
Wrath/Winry (Kairi): Just Cause! I LOVE YOU! CAN'T WAIT TIL YOU GET BACK!
Alina opened her eyes, blinking a few times. Moonlight poured into the room. She stretched, arching her body like a cat might. She sighed and slid off the bed and nearly screamed out in pain, not having any familiarity with the aches and hurts that a new automailer oft went through.
Looking for her shirt, Alina frowned. She could not find it, and she would absolutely refuse to walk around in just a bra. Absolutely refused.
But there, at the foot of the bed, on the floor, was a pile of neatly folded, clean clothes. A towel lay folded beside the clothes.
Alina yawned and mumbled an almost inaudible, "Thanks Winry." She picked up the towel and clothes and basically stumbled out the door, grimacing at every movement she made.
The smell of food drifted towards her. Breathing in deeply, the fifteen year old grinned. She followed the smell and walked into the kitchen, limping slightly.
"Smells good." She said, yawning.
Winry looked up and smiled. "Glad to see you're feeling better. Is everything working alright?"
"Whatever…" Another yawn, "Where can I clean off?"
Winry's face fell, but she waved a hand towards a door. "In the back." She replied.
"Alright." Alina nodded the door Winry had indicated and walked outside. Walking around to the back, she rolled her shoulders a few times. She reached the shower pipe and shed her clothes, and before turning on the water, examined the condition of her body.
In her opinion, it was like someone had splashed her with red and brown paint and had forgotten to smooth everything out. Her whole front was covered in dried blood and the hair that hung about her face was clotted and exceedingly tangled. Her legs had long lines of dried blood and after running her hands over her body, Alina found a thin scab across her neck, where….where….where what? Alina pondered over the scab while she turned the water on and stepped into it. How had it gotten there? Who had put it there? The only thing she could recall about this was the feeling of a knife being held to her neck and pangs of horror.
With a grunt of indifference, Alina stood there, letting the water beat against her body and run through her hair. A rivulet of water ran down her arm and she looked at it, watching it turn pink, then almost as red as wine as the blood from her hair began to wash out.
Reaching up, Alina ran her fingers through her hair. The first twenty or so times, her fingers got caught within the bloody tangles of her hair. She flinched every time but kept 'combing' her hair until all the blood had been extracted and her fingers didn't get caught.
After finishing with her hair, the BlackWing girl set to work on scrubbing off the blood on her body, for a great deal of it had had so much time to dry that it seemed more like cement rather then blood. To her, it seemed like an eternity as she viciously picked, scratched, and clawed at her skin until she herself had almost become the red hue she was so earnestly working at to remove; oft wincing as she did so. Finally, the last remnants of blood were cleansed from her body and Alina released a relieved but exhausted sigh and turned off the water.
Picking up the towel, the girl dried off, thoughts once more returning to the incidents of the nights before and she realized that she could not remember a bit of what had happened. She frowned and scoured her mind, trying to retrieve what had become it seemed, non existent memories, dreams, even.
Alina made a small sound as she pulled on the underwear and pants. To her, the pants felt way too tight, clinging to her skin, making it almost hard to move. She grumbled about this for a few minutes as she pulled a black sports bra, similar to the tube top Winry had been wearing, and a button-up shirt over the bra.
Leaving the top two buttons detached, revealing but an inch or so of the black bra Alina picked up her old clothes and the damp towel and stood still for a moment, letting the light breeze dry the few remaining droplets on her face and arms. Her wet hair clung to her neck and back, the water it had retained making it too heavy for the soft wind to move.
Taking a step back, then turning around, Alina walked back to the front of the house. She heard a small snicker above the tittering of the birds and stopped to look around. She shrugged and was about to keep walking when she heard a soft 'thud' behind her. Whirling around, Alina was ready to confront whoever it was that was messing with her.
But no one was there. Her eyebrows knitted together in aggravation and confusion, and Alina nearly jumped ten feet into the air as a hand entangled itself into her hair and another wrapped around her waist, pressing her body against theirs.
Alina growled and struggled with all her might, lashing out with nails and teeth until her jaws managed somehow to latch onto a hand, which had removed itself from her hair to subdue her, and Alina bit the flesh with a flaming rage and hatred.
A sharp hiss escaped the aggressor's lips, ending in a soft moan. Determined to make this person feel pain and regret their decision to screw with her, Alina bit even harder, blood now seeping into her mouth, one tooth scraped across nerves and bones and she picked that spot to rip at. This brought a low whine from the person's throat followed by a small sound of pure pleasure.
"God, you're a bitch," came Envy's voice as he ran a hand through her wet hair.
Revolted, Alina released his hand and tried to escape from his grasp but Envy's arm against her waist held her firmly to him. Envy simply laughed. "What's wrong, ClippedWings? Can't stand my touch?"
"Get off….you sick bastard….let me the fuck go….right this fucking instant, you let me the hell go…." She growled, straining against his rough embrace.
Envy smirked and didn't let her go, instead beginning to nibble at the top of her ear, which made Alina gasp and shove him away with everything she had.
And Envy actually stumbled back. Surprised, he growled and regained his normal grace and sneered at her. "You got away. One time, ClippedWings; I'll be ready next time." He smirked.
Alina did nothing but let the anger melt away and she soon was looking at him with no expression on her face. She blinked once, long and slow, before he said anything else.
"By the way," Envy grinned wider, "Good Morning."
"It's night, dumb ass." She responded, her eyes narrowing.
"Well, I guess I should familiarize myself to the fact that you're a bitch when you wake up. Oh….wait, I forgot. You're always like that aren't you?"
"Get used to it. I'm not gonna change."
"Too bad," He said with a shrug, still grinning.
Alina frowned and stepped past him. Much to her disappointment, he followed her.
"Tell me something, Palm Tree."
"What's up?" He was walking beside her now.
"What was in that drink you gave me?" Alina gave him a sideways glance.
Snickering, he answered with, "I don't know what you're talking about."
She rolled her eyes. "That's a load of bull shit."
"Why, Ms. BlackWing," He said in a mocking tone, putting his hand where his heart should be. "I am offended. Do you really think that I, of all people, would do such a thing and then lie about it?"
She looked over at him, not smiling. "Yes."
"Damn. She saw right through me. Guess I'll have to try harder next time."
"What was in it Palm Tree?"
"Nothing bad."
"Bet it wasn't anything good either."
"Nope, it wasn't. It was a sort of painkiller that has a few…side effects I guess you could call them."
"Like getting me high?"
"Yeah, that's one of them."
Shaking her head, Alina opened the door and went in to the kitchen. "Winry?" The girl wasn't there. The oven was on and there were pots bubbling on the stove but Winry wasn't there.
"You're done already?"
"Holy--!" Alina jumped and spun around. "Don't do that! Shut up, Envy." She shot at the homunculus who was currently sniggering at her.
Winry smiled apologetically. "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you. Are you done?"
Alina nodded. "Yeah." Her heart was still tripping over itself.
"Okay. Well, you finished earlier then I expected so dinner's not ready yet. It will be in about another hour." She looked at the clothes in Alina's hand. "You know, seeing as those are probably past any kind of saving, you can throw them away."
"Alright." Alina yawned and watched Winry for a few minutes. "Do you need help?"
"Can you cook."
"No."
"Then no, sorry."
"It's alright."
Envy pretended to look hurt and Alina looked from him to Winry. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Yeah. Sit back and relax. Get used to the feel of you new back."
Alina frowned but nodded and began to wander the house, quite aimlessly.
"Do you even care that you hurt my feelings?" Came the taunting voice. He had been popping up out of different places, mocking her, while she drifted from place to place. Finally she stopped ignoring him and glanced at him, giving him the barest acknowledgement that he was even there.
"No."
Envy grinned and ambled towards her. "Bitch."
Alina glared at him, unmoving. "Yes."
'Oh what fun it is to mess with her…' Envy's grin widened. "You suck."
"You fuck." She had barely gotten the words out of her mouth before Envy was staring down at her, a malicious glint flashing in his eyes. "I could…." He answered, his eyes following her as she stumbled back. He chuckled and disappeared to some other part of the house, plotting something.
Alina, slightly disturbed wandered back into the kitchen. She opened her mouth to say something but Winry ushered her towards the sink. "Wash your hands. Dinner's ready."
Alina nodded and did as she was told. "You must be really hungry." Winry commented just as Alina finished. Her stomach growled and she grinned sheepishly. "Don't remind me….Where's Pinako?"
"She already ate. Said something about calling someone. But anyways….let's eat!"
And eat they did. Alina ate at least three times more than a normal person might. Winry ate one plate and was full, so she sat there and watched Alina eat, in a slight state of awe. After Alina finally finished eating, they sat there, quietly, too lazy to move but tired enough to want to move.
"We should probably go to bed now…"
Alina looked over at Winry and shrugged. "Probably."
Another few minutes of silence lapsed between the two before Winry spoke again. "Alina?"
Her flicked about the room, studying everything about it as she answered the mechanic, "Yeah?"
"What…"
Alina's eyes immediately went to Winry, watching the girl's face, her own expression hardening.
"Where's Envy?" Winry said quickly.
Alina frowned. She had an idea of what Winry had been about to ask. Though Alina wouldn't have answered the question anyways, it still bothered her. The problem was….she couldn't remember what had happened. Alina shrugged this off, too tired to deal with it now. "Dunno where he is….Don't really care either. He can take care of himself." She said, picking up her glass of water.
"You know, he seems to care about you quite a bit." Winry said, her voice quiet and soft….innocent some would say.
Alina snorted into her water and nearly choked. After she recovered, she broke into a fit of laughter. "Yeah….right. That's funny as hell, Winry. When did you come up with that?" Alina said, silencing her laughter and looking at Winry, still smiling. But her smile faltered when she saw how serious the younger girl looked. "You're kidding right? You have to be. I on….Him? Care about someone? Yeah, right." She scoffed, her tone cold and bitter. "That asshole doesn't give a shit about anyone but himself. The only reason he saved me was…" she broke off, realizing that she was ranting and that---
Winry was watching her quietly. "Was what?" She asked, softly, innocent still.
Alina opened her mouth, hesitated, then shut it and looked decisively away form Winry, staring hard at the wall. After a few second, Alina got up and avoided Winry's eyes. "I'm going to bed. I'll see you later."
Winry nodded, looking somewhat sad. "Hey…"
Alina stopped and looked at Winry.
"Gran said you're welcome to stay here for a while."
Alina gave a small sigh and looked away again. "I don't know…..I might leave really soon…" She said, and left for her temporary room.
All the lights in the house were off but Alina moved easily through the darkness. Movement in front of her caught her attention and she stopped watched for a minute. Was Lust already back to finish the job? To kill off Alina once and for all? She heard a door open and click shut. It sounded as if it came from the end of the hall…..from her room.
Moving swiftly and silently towards the door, Alina curled her hand into a fist. With her open and relaxed hand, she reached out and opened the door quietly. She stepped in, her eyes darting about.
"Nothing here….." She muttered, relaxing her body. With a quiet sigh, Alina walked over to the window and looked at the field outside the glass. She huffed and went back over to the door and locked it.
Suddenly, a hand covered her mouth and another grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm behind her back, hard enough that she whimpered. She struggled against the person but they only held her arm tighter, threatening to pop it out of its socket.
The pain was too much; Alina buckled to her knees, whimpering softly.
"Do you promise to stay quiet?" A voice whispered in her ear.
Author's Note: MWAHAHAHAHA! Cliffhanger! Yah….um….that's about it….part two will be up really soon. Promise. It's already half typed up anyways. Read and Review please!