Disclaimer: I do not own Roy Mustang. If I did, I would not in be on here; I would be in a corner raping him. I do not own Maes Hughes. If I did, I would not be here; I would be giggling over his adorable Elysia along with him. I do not own the Furher. If I did, I would be strangling him and shoving obscene things into his eye-socket! Anyways, for the shorter answer, I do not own any part of Full Metal Alchemist. All I can own is Rebecca Jane Allen.
Author's Notes: I mentioned I wasn't going to be hypocritical and say I won't write if people don't review. I can see people are reading it… but is everyone laughing and rolling their eyes at my futile efforts or are people actually enjoying what I'm typing at 3:00 in the morning? Anyways, now for Chapter 2… I shall delay you no longer.
A Fire's Past
Chapter 2
Just Fear Me.
Rebecca could recount the stories of that night to the world if she wanted. That night a full yellow moon loomed above her father's and her hovel. The light snow fell outside leaving messages that walks to the library at midnight would have to stop soon. Her most recent transmutation lay beside her, a marble stone that was warm to her cold body.
In the eleven years, the girl had changed to an adept alchemist. She was still dirty but her head was held higher. The scared eyes had been replaced by shining defiant eyes. The bruises were faded almost to nothing. Her legs had grown strong during the long walks to get new alchemy books. After reading in one book that training the body helped alchemy to be preformed, also made her want to try to be fit.
As she stood up from the shoddy floor, she renewed the heat on the stone. Rebecca turned towards the meat that cooked on the stove.
"You bitch!" Her father's voice came from the main room again. A curious expression acted as the only response to her father's call.
He was home early.
She slipped on the homemade gloves, olive tipped in chalk. That bastard ought to learn by now that he can't touch me as easily now.
Her father entered the door and his eyes watched Rebecca as she slipped on her gloves. She turned around slowly and took a step back bumping into the cabinet (the same one she would read her books in when she was only seven) when she noticed her father looking at her chest.
"Rebecca," her father's voice was hoarse and smelled strongly of cheap liquor. "I not nevered realized you're a woman 'til now." He took a step forward, and the alchemist took a step to the right.
Her father reached and cupped her breast and slid a hand down her pants.
As her father tried to unzip his pants, Rebecca grabbed the nearest item, the rock. She brought it down crashing into the nearest portion of her father's body, his cranium.
Underneath the blow, he crumpled then hoisted himself upwards. "That wasn't nice, you bitch."
As she dropped the stone, Rebecca's lips quivered. "Trying something like that with your own daughter is worse."
Her father backed away when he saw his daughter's hand drawing circles, triangles, symbols, on the wall. It was his sign that his daughter did not like what was happening.
"All I ever want was to be loved. Or at least cared for." She scowled. "I stayed here learning the alchemic science only to protect myself, give myself comfort, hide away!" She finished the circle and belittled her father.
"If you can do anything now, bastard, I suggest you just fear me. Loving me is too old." She slapped her gloved hand onto the circle.
When the tree had receded back into the dead wood, Rebecca hyperventilated.
Her father's body lay with a snapped branch through his body. Crimson blood ran from his mouth. Lifeless eyes stared at the ceiling.
The alchemist took a step back. With a head spinning, she ran from the house. Just fear me. She called to her own self. Snow-blind eyes lead her through the familiar town. The cold wrapped around herself and constricted her warmth.
After running and train jumping, Rebecca Jane Allens fell asleep to a vow amongst the smell of sheep and hay.
On my alchemic endeavors, I shall help those in need so that I might repay the sin I have caused this night.
Author's Notes: The title of this chapter comes from a quote in the movie Labyrinth starring Jennifer Connelly and David Bowie. I'd thought I'd mention that because it sounds like it ought to be mentioned.