Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.. If you truly believe Trisha and Sloth are different people, then it would be safe to say I own the featuring Homunculus.
Max: This is Max Leunam.. Pogi had his turn, so I'm here to remind you all with the author's notes.. don't be surprised if this happens five more times.. These are seven one-shot stories of seven messed up homuncuili. Under different circumstances, these guys are not gonna have names. The chapters are named after sins to pretty much give clues to who they once were. Third point is that the Author are based on seven dead guys in the series that you proabably overlook. We here like to mess with your heads, but these should be fairly easy clues, like the one below. Enjoy the chapter.
It was cold an damp as morbid grey fog invaded the air of the dark grey city. The only thing that could brighten up the thick fog were the bright flare of torches, held by a group of a few men, steadily walking down the roads.
"There!" shouted one of them, pointing down the road towards a shadowy figure. "Get him before he gets away!"
The group shifted their heads towards the finger's direction and started running down the road, yelling in a scream of an angry mob. As the running mob ran towards their shadowy target, it lifted its head and began to fade away. The group of men continued chasing down the runaway in the thick grey cloud that seperated them. As the chase went on, the group of men ran past every old building, every creaky wooden bridge and past every garbage-filled alley. Eventually, the image of the runaway faded completely.
The mob passed by, but left on man standing, looking at the nearby ally. Sweat ran down his face as his blood-shot eyes stared down the dark alley before him. He began walking towards a pile of garbage that was piled at the corner of the alley as he grabbed a kitchen knife from his pocket with his right hand. He slowly approached the garbage pile in fear, for it could possibly be the runaway. His blood ran through his body with a tremendous amount of impatience, as his footsteps began to quicken the pace. He was closing in on the garbage pile, about to quickly stab it, when a boy jumped out immediately.
"BOO!" screamed the child, frightening the man so much, he fell down on his ass.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING HERE? DON'T KNOW YOU ABOUT THE RABID DOG RUNNING AROUND HERE?" screamed the man in hysteria.
"The black dog everyone's chasing?" asked the boy curiously "Why are you chasing him so badly? What did he ever do?"
"That beast from Hell came to this town about months ago and has not only been stealing food, but has also been biting everyone sick. It's as if they're suffering some disease. You don't want to be around this mutt. You need to go home to your parents."
"Alright" the boy said in disappointment, as he jumped out of the wall of garbage bags and walked past the man and sulked out of the alley.
The boy the man talked to was around the age of 11. He wore a black tanktop with black shorts, accessorized with black wristbands. The man who found him, catching up to the others to find the rabid dog, failed to realized he was walking barefoot. This child had long black hair, reaching down to his neck, with his bangs covering the black headband he wore on his head, just above his purple eyes. This headband had a red line going through it, attacked to two red dots.
As he walked down the road, he noticed a group of teenagers walking down the road with him. This group of two boys and one girl were in front of him, not noticing his presence at all as they talked about the events happening to their town currently.
"What does the rabid dog look like?" one of the boys said.
"My father was attacked by it while carrying food one day." the other boy said. "This was a grey dog with long black hair, covering most of his face. It's wierd for him to be stray because he has a black collar on. Comparing with the other attacks, he attacks people for their food."
"I feel kinda bad for him." the girl in their group said. "He just wanted some food. Why couldn't they just feed him and give it shelter."
"We can't do that!" the second screamed out loud. "It's a RABID dog! Do you know how many children could get hurt?"
"Like who?" the first asked "the little raped girl in the abandoned factory in the woods?"
"Not that again" said the girl, intriguing the young boy. "Those are just rumors. There is no monster who lives there. And if one does exist, I don't think it would spend its time raping little girls."
"What factory?" curiously asked the stalking boy, catching the attention of the three. "is there really a monster living there?"
"Oh yeah." the first teasingly said "He showed up there one day and kidnaps children and rapes them, even in their deaths."
"Don't say that to him! He's only a little boy!" the girl reacted, slapping the first boy and turning her attention to the curious child. "It's not exactly a place where you would want to go, but if you want to know, it's located in the woods, not far off. You can't miss it."
"You're better off going home. You don't want the rabid dog coming to get you." The second boy added.
"Alright" the young boy said. "Thanks."
With that, the child ran off, leaving the three teens watching him run off into the fog. The girl looked off with deep concern when all of a sudden something hit her nose, causing her to look up. The other two looked at her lifting her hand palm upwards to see what was happening.
"It's about to rain soon" she said."You think he might actually go there?"
"For all I know," the second replied, continuing his walk with the others following into the foggy road, "he could be dogfood as we speak.."
Rain was pouring down hard, following the thunder and lightning filling the skies. Below the savage skies stood the broken down abandoned factory, surrounded by the drenched trees. Nearby, a grey dog sat patiently in the woods, staring off into the factory. Meanwhile, the wandering boy walked towards the factory, looking around if anything's happening. Luckily for him, the doors were wide open, so he could walk in with no problem at all. Walking inside, he noticed the darkness of the building inside, with it cool breeze and its odd smell. He looked back at the door, finding that the rain was pouring down hard. It was painfully obvious that he couldn't go out at this point, looking down at the wet floor. Not knowing what to do, the young boy moved his bangs out of the way with his hands and proceeded into the dark faclity which is the factory. The young boy wandered all over the open wide room, holding his arms together in shiver. The mixture of the coolness of the room and the dampness of the rain was too much for him. While walking around, he walked to one corner of the room, covered with boxes and equipment and rested behind the crates. All that was around were the icy cold feeling in the air, blocked out by the boxes he lied down behind, the foul stench in the air and the repetative poundings of the storm outside.
Hours past as the night continued and as the imprisoning storm rains in the young boy inside the factory. He lied down in that corner, protected by the crates in front of him, lying in the fetal position. He did all he could to be sound asleep, despite the fact that it's raning hard outside in the dark woods. Disregarding the harsh conditions outside, everything seemed to go out alright. With his eyes closed, all that could be heard were the rain and the harsh winds blowing through the trees. As he listened closely to the rain, faint sounds could be heard within the factory, which opened his eyes. The boy got up noticed that the faint sound was coming from the strange oder he smelled. He wasn't sure exactly what it was, being completely possessed by his curiosity. He soon got up from the box of crates and walked around, following the faint sound and the smell. Walking around, he noticed places he didn't notice before he woke up. One certain place was an aile with a giant circle mark, spilt completely with pink stains. He walked right up to it, curious about what the stain was. Kneeling down on it, he felt the pink stain with his finger. looking at what he scooped up. Smelling it, he wondered what it tasted like. Before he could even lick it, he heard the faint sound once again, coming from another part of the room. Walking around the abandoned building, he noticed an open door nearby.
Walking through the door he was lead to a dark staircase. Looking down, a stronger stench and the faint whispering got louder. The fear coming at him made him breath through his mouth as he began to move his right foot. And with that, he placed it on the first step, causing the entire staircase to echo his presence. Whispering kept going down the dark path he was going to walk down. 'What if there is?' he thought 'what if the monster does exist?' Upon walking down a bit further, the staircase felt longer, deeper, darker, and the sounds of the footsteps thundered to his years. The sound of his loud breath smothered the droppings of the rain. The whisperings and the stench only got stronger as he walked further down the stairs. The place was so dark, it was hard to tell what was beyond the length of his arms. Afraid of loosing balance, he guided himself by placing his arms on the wall close to him. Slowly walking down the steps, he noticed light was coming downwards, leading to the bottom of the staircase. At first, the sight of the bottom floor would seem delightful, but looking closer down in the room, he noticed strange black marks everywhere. Everywhere around the room, there were black chalk marks of circles, and different kinds of them. Looking around, he noticed the black marks have even gone up the walls of the stairs. Confused of what's happening, he took his hand off the wall he supported himself with and looked at it, realzing his hand was covered in black chalk.
Just then a flash appeared to him. In his mind, he picuted himself with a little girl looked upon by a tall lanky man with glasses. The image ran by him before he even knew it, hearing the whisperings come just a few steps away. Right when he reached the bottom of the staircase, he noticed the room fillled with almost nothing but black circles in this faint lighted room. Looking carefully, the young boy noticed that someone was sitting in the middle, away from the boy. This figure was big with brown fur, as if it was a giant bear. As it would appear, his figure is blocking the sitting candle from further illuminating the room.
"You see this?" the figure in the center of the room whispered, "This is another kind of circle.. this is capable of intergrating the earth into the human body."
The young boy wondered who it was he was talking to. According to the three he talked to, this is the monster that kidnaps and rapes little girls. The boy hid near the staircase, but took a step forward for a closer look. His curiosity controled him to step forward when his fears tried to hold him back. It was at that point that he heard the chalk fall, freezing the boy to see what was going to happen. The so called "monster" turned his head and went to pick up the piece of chalk, exposing something hanging out of his arms. This caught the boy's attention, causing him to look even closer. It would appear that what was hanging out of his arms was covered in hair, hiding dead eyes that seemed to be staring down the boy who's looking at the boy's purple eyes.
The sight of the girl in that monsters arms shocked him to the point that he jumped back, giving a yelp. This caught the monster's attention, turning his head toward the young boy. The young boy looked up at the figure and froze in terror of what he saw.
"What do we have here?" the monster asked.
The boy didn't know what to do. Trying to move back proved futile as he tripped on the steps. The sight became fearful as he viewed who the monster was. He had the body of a bear and the face of a man with glasses. Unlike others, his face was upside down. He held the girl in his arms, naked, giving the dead stare at the boy. He didn't know what to fear more: the monster who caught him or the dead stare of the girl that's put him in terror. That deadly stare froze him in fear as images spastically ran through him, all were that of him, the girl next to him and the man staring them down. That stare weakened his body as the moment went by. He didn't know what to do as he watched the monster walk up straight to him but scream in terror, freezing it in shock. As the boy screamed, his entire body flashed before the monster's glasses, blinding it. The sudden flash made the giant monster step back, rubbing his blinded eyes with one hand while keeping the naked girl in the other. When he got his senses together and put his hand down, a sudden force came from nowhere and bit its leg. Looking down was none other than the grey dog that was in the woods.
"What the?" it asked in shock, trying its best to wag off the dog in pain, with heat surging all throughout its entire leg.
The dog eventually loosened its biting grip and backed away, violently barking at the monster before him. The monster just stood there and stared the dog down, confused of what was done to him. The dog continued to bark violently at him, growling fervently if not. The monster tried to extend its hand into calming it down, but everytime the dead girl in his arms shifted its head, the dog further jumped back and barked even louder. This came to the whispering monster's notice.
"You're not going to attack me?" he asked mockingly "does my little girl scare you? There's no need to be afraid. She won't hurt you."
The brown furry oddity took a few steps forward as the girl in his arms locked her lifeless stare at the dog. As his shadow covered the dog the barking got louder. The monster got even closer to the dog, who just stood its ground and continued barking, but it was to no avail. He got closer to him, closer to him, and closer to him as the barking kept getting louder, louder and louder. The monster was directly in front of him down, looking down at the frightened dog. Without any fear, the monster took its giant paw and was about to place it on the dog's head. As the giant paw was about to land on his head, the dog turned around and ran, tail literally between its legs.
"Please don't go away." the monster whispered. "we want to play."
Somewhere on the floor above the dark monster, where the monster dwelled, the young boy who stayed there ran out of the staircase like a bat out of the fiery pits of hell. His frantic running was followed by crying, which he was sure was loud enough to get the attention of the monster downstairs.
"Where are you?" whispered the monster downstairs as his footsteps echoed from the staircase.
The sound that came from the stairway caused the frightened boy to trip onto his face, only to frantically turn around on his back, arms supporting his torso. His purple eyes were surrounded by red veins as they watched the door, knowing eventually that something was going to come out of there. He looked down at his legs to find that his right knee has been scraped by the fall. His hysterical crying filled the room and only asked for the monster to come up quicker. Memories of what the three children told him earlier on crossed his mind, remembering what the monster would do to him. Not wanting to waste time, he pushed himself off the ground and headed towards the door: the one that lead to the harsh storm outside.
"Don't run away. We're going to make you feel better." said the monster, finally emerging from the underground room he dwelled in. His hostage of a girl sat there still in his arms, lifelessly looking at the door across the room. The monster looked around and found no trace of anyone, no boy nor dog. The monster stood there in front of the door, looking around confused.
"He must've gone away.." it whispered in disappointment "Think of all the fun we could've had.." he said to the naked lifeless girl in his arms. All she could do to reply was look outwards to the rain.
Somewhere outside in the woods, the boy sat near a rain drenched tree, back straight against it while his head was hanging down. He looked down onto his knee, bleeding from the scrape that's being rained upon. He then looked around the surrounding woods, hoping that all sight of that abandoned factory is nowhere in sight. The woods were filled with nothing but the continuing raindrops and the whimpering shivers of the little boy.
'Where am I going to go now?' thought the boy 'No one's going to feed me if I stay in that city.. it's too far away to go to now.. even if I did make it back.. no one's going to give me shelter.. no one's going to protect me from the cold.. I can't stay in that factory.. I don't want to be capture and raped.. I don't want to be near them... I have nowhere to go.. I have no home..'
Sitting confused, the boy moved onto his side and lied onto the wet grass and mud, positioned into the fetal position. Hours later, the rain stopped, but the clouds were still covering the land below it in eternal shade. Somewhere below these clouds were the drenched woods, and underneath the branches was the grey rabid dog, sleeping soundly. The dog's black and red striped collar caused the dog to move a bit from the itching, but he eventually fell into a nicer position to continue its pleasant slumber. Sleeping, the dog's hair on his head moved away from his eyes, exposing an oroboros tattoo on his forehead.
Max: 2nd chapter of the Homunculi Anthologies is delivered. Guessed this guy above, yet? It should be basic arithmetic compared to the "Envy" chapter.
So how about some reviews? It makes the Author giddy. Anyway, we'll be seein you.