The Prologue
Well, some time last week I got a review on my prequel to this fic called 'Teenage Angst' reminding me to write this one, I can't believe I nearly forgot. At any rate, here it is. Thanks to ihrtinu for reminding me.
I was going to name this 'Scar: The Ishballan Refugee', but I decided I wanted to do something a little more exiting with the story.
I got injured while fighting those blasted Homunculi, so I had to return to the Ishballan encampments for some treatment. Rick has always been a sweet child, always remaining loyal and treating me even when I keep returning battered. So unlike his older brother, Leo, that child is arrogant and bitter. Those children remind so much of the Elric boys. Alphonse is kind and generous whereas Edward is an angry little bastard (very little indeed), I have no Idea how those two could be related to each other yet their bond is so miraculously strong. Speaking of which, I haven't seen the Elircs, or any other State Alchemist, since I was imprisoned here by my mentor. I get angry just thinking about, since I discovered the Homunculi sparked the Ishbal Rebellion, I've been too preoccupied with my revenge on the Homunculi I haven't confronted, or even seen a state alchemist in 3 years. But I couldn't have predicted that this return to the camp would be my last.
Flash Back
"Hey, Scarred Sir, how are you feeling?" Rick says as he walks into the tent I thought I would only temporarily occupy, wearing the same tattered clothes and that ragged bandana.
"I'm feeling much better now, thank you." I say while struggling to sit up properly. I take another look at the boy, that bandana just doesn't seem right to me.
"Rick, you might want to take that bandana off." I tell him, when I see the boy pout, I can't help but chuckle. "You know, Rick, you might suffocate your hair if you wear that bandana too long. Even your hair needs to breathe. You don't want your hair to fall out do you?"
Hearing this, Rick immediately brushes his bandana off his head. I laugh sofly as I ruffle his already messy hair. I must've grown soft for this child, like a little brother I never had. Just as I lie myself down to get some rest, I hear someone walk into the tent.
"So, you here again?" A certain bald man said as he walked in, the sunlight behind him, showing a completely shadowed figure. When he finally closed the opening of the tent, I saw that it was my mentor, ready to give me another lecture.
"Master." I said like an involuntary reflex as he sat down next to me. He took a sip of his whatever alchoholic beverage it might be (it isn't like I have the time to indulge in alchohol), then stared at me. Thesecondspassed like hours, I hate it when he stares at me with those squinty eyes of his.
"I've decided, your revenge is over." My teacher said, my heartbeat stopped for a second.
"Excuse me?" I'm a little bit worried.
"Revenge is not healthy for you."
"I don't understand..." I'm feeling really worried
"You are going to stay here with us and you will not go for revenge against anyone.".
" WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I MUST GO!" I've lost it.
"No!"
"WHY NOT?"
"You must redeem yourself!"
"I AM BEYOND REDEMPTION!"
"That is not true! Besides they did nothing to harm you!"
"THEY MASSACRED OUR PEOPLE!"
"You must endure it"
"THIS IS THE WILL OF OUR GOD, ISHBALLA!"
"No it is not! This is my final decision, from now on you will live among us as a fellow refugee!"
I was practically tearing my hair out at this point. Master was probably directing the 'they' at the State Alchemists when I was directing it at those Homunculi. I could do nothing but grunt out my frustration, I would have to devise an escape plan, destroy the Homunculi and be done with it.
Well thats the prologue, I hope you enjoyed.