I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while...Unfortunately, Life has been crazy. :( Anyways, this chapter will reveal A LOT of unanswered questions. This chapter will include: Swearing, the truth of Damien, abuse, mentions of rape, self harm, and a flashback. This is going to be a really long chapter.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Fullmetal Alchemist OR Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood...If I did I'd burst into confetti...or turn into a monocle wearing narwhal...
The Truth
Fuery nodded at the colonel as Riza left the room, a hint of sadness in her eyes and confusion written all over her face. With one more reassuring glance towards Fuery, he put his hand on the handle and pushed open the door.
The interrogation room was usually so natural to him, a familiar sight; however, it made Roy uncomfortable seeing that blonde haired shrimp handcuffed in a chair on the other side of the table. Ed had grown on him. Sure, the two would have their quarrels, and teasing, but Ed felt like a mischievous younger brother to him. Usually, the criminal in the chair opposite of him would be a glaring, middle aged man...but in the stereotypical place, was Edward Elric, looking rather upset and staring at the floor glumly. He looked like someone ran over his dog.
Roy shook his head, an assault and attempted murder is still a crime, and he wouldn't dare be softer on Ed, even if he was just a kid, even if he was his inferior, even if he was like a younger version of himself.
He sat down in the chair across from Ed and just looked at the kid. Ed refused to make eye contact.
"Ed?" Asked Roy softly. No response."Ed?" he said a little bit louder. Still no response."ED!" Roy shouted. Ed jumped and looked at Roy with wide bloodshot eyes. Roy rubbed his wrists and softened his voice. "I'm sorry." Ed's eyes softened a little. "Ed? I need you to tell me what happened earlier."
"I-I..." Ed let out out a breath.
Roy looked at the boy. "Ed, please, you need to tell us what's going on. Everyone's worried about you." Ed shifted in his restraints uncomfortably. "And who's-" Roy shifted at the name. "Damien?"
Ed inhaled sharply and looked at the colonel in disbelief before leaning forward against his restraints. "H-HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT HIM!?"
Roy was at a loss for words before a smirk played on his lips. "A little birdy told me that you muttered the name a few times while you were unconscious."
"Damn it." Ed muttered under his breath. Suddenly his eyebrows furrowed as he heard Damien speak to him. "Oh my god. Is that...Is that Roy?!" It was probably the first time Damien ever said anything...well not nice, but not dripping with hatred. "Ha! The pathetic weakling grew up!" Spoke too soon. "What? asked Ed.
"I didn't say anything..." Roy said with a confused expression on his face.
"No not you." Ed assured.
Roy's eyes widened. "Wait, Ed. Is it Damien talking to you?! Is Damien in your head."
Ed bit his lip and looked down before nodding. "H-he knows you."
"WHAT?" Roy yelled, eyes the size of saucers.
Ed flinched. "I-I'm sorry. I-"
"No no no. Ed it's not you its just..." Ed looked up at Roy waiting for the rest of his response. Roy shook his head. "Never mind. How does he know me?"
"I'm not sure. He said something about how you grew up. He called you pathetic." Ed admitted.
"God Damn it!" Roy leapt from his chair and fled the room, leaving a very confused Ed still in his restraints.
"Colonel?" Ed called out.
The colonel sat on the creaky old bed of his room and unbuttoned his shirt. He ran a hand through his raven hair and opened the first drawer on his nightstand and pulled out a box of cigarettes. He sighed. "I haven't smoked in a long time..." He thought, "but I really need it now."He lit a cigarette and put his head in his hands. "So it really is him." Roy thought with a frown.
(A.N. Here it is! :D)
Roy Mustang had everything a small boy could ask for. A kind mother and father, an Aunt who loved him so, and a cute face. But as everything in life, what is good and swell can be taken away in the blink of an eye. When Roy was eight years old, his mother passed away due to an unknown cause. The tombstone read how Betty was a beautiful woman and how everyone she met adored her.
After the funeral, his father was off somehow, like some gear inside of his brain, his heart, his soul, just...snapped. Roy at in his room, tears streaming down his face, clutching a picture when he heard the crashing of glass, making him jump. He slowly tiptoed down the stairs, seeing his father with a bitter expression on his face, empty beer bottles littered across the floor.
"D-daddy?" Roy asked. He stepped down the last step and approached his father. "D-dad?"
"Come 'ere" His father slurred.
Roy remained in the same place. "Daddy, I thought you gave up drinking a long time ago?"
"I SAID COME HERE!" He roared. Roy squeaked and approached his father.
"Yes daddy?" Roy said, voice quivering slightly.
Roy's father grabbed the boy's jaw and pulled him closer. "The next time I say come here, you COME HERE. Got it?" Roy nodded, eyes wide.
"Yes sir." Roy said quietly.
"Sir? SIR? IM YOU'RE FATHER GOD DAMN IT!" he released Roy's chin. His father closed his eyes and began to laugh. Roy's eyes widened and he took a step back. His dad began to get up off of the couch as he opened his eyes. "You know, I've been thinking. About your mother. She died of unknown causes right?"
"Yes dad."
"Well, what if it was all the stress. I think it was your fault. You always asked for seconds, always got into trouble, without even worrying or even CARING about how much she and I struggled to keep food on the table and keep the bills paid." He walked towards his son.
Roy backed up towards the stairs. "D-dad I'm sorry. B-but it's not my fault!" The tears were streaming down his face.
"You know, she didn't even want you. In fact, she HATED you. And now I do too because you are the reason she's dead. Y-YOU KILLED HER! YOU KILLED MY BETTY!" Roy felt a sting of pain on his cheek and in his heart as his dad backhanded him. He looked at his dad in fear before bolting up the stairs. "OH NO YOU DON'T MURDERER!" Roy's father grabbed his ankle. Roy fell forward, his head hitting each step as he fell down three or four stairs. His dad lifted him by the shirt collar. "Okay little fat ass, let's go to the kitchen, you're favorite place. Though, It won't be for long." He turned on the tap and filled up a pot of water and put it on the stove.
Roy felt dizzy as blood dripped off of his bruised forehead. Roy's father pulled a rather sharp knife from the holder and hid it behind his back. He bent his son over the island and lifted up the back of his shirt.
"D-dad, what are you- GAH!" Roy clenched his teeth as his father ran the knife along his back.
"SHUT UP!" he roared. Roy felt numb from his head wound. His father began to cut into his back and spelt the word "MURDERER" with the slits. He turned his son around and saw he was half-lidded. Roy's father smirked as he grabbed the now boiling pot of water off of the stove and dumped it on Roy's chest. Roy screamed, his eyes now wide, No longer numb. "Now go to bed you fucking fat-ass, murdering, faggot." Roy whimpered and crawled up the stairs.
The abuse continued on for many years. Roy began to self harm, and developed anorexia. He slowly lost his friends one by one. His uncle began to visit while his Aunt Chris, known by many as Madam Christmas, worked at the local bar, open late. His uncle, Henry, was a heavy drinker. One day Roy's father passed out due to too much alcohol, and his Uncle came upstairs and knocked on his door while the boy was studying for his eighth grade Amestris History test.
"Come in!" Roy called. His uncle walked into the room, smelling of alchohol, smirking. Henry turned around and locked the door. Roy groaned, "What do you want?"
"You know," His Uncle Henry slurred, "you're mother was a very pretty lady. You look just like her."
Roy smiled, "Thanks."
"When my brother-in-law, your dad, married her, I was so jealous. She was beautiful." His Uncle scooted closer to where Roy was sitting on the bed and began rubbing Roy's lower thigh. Roy mistook it for his Uncle trying to comfort him and put down his textbook. "You have her eyes. I'm so sorry." Roy bit his lip as the tears began to fall. He hugged his uncle and cried into his shoulder. Henry began stroking his back, "There there Roy." The stokes began to get lower until he squeezed Roy's butt.
Roy gasped and tried to push his uncle away. "Uncle Henry! What are you doing?!" Uncle Henry pulled him closer and laid him on the bed, pinning Roy down. "You have your mother's eyes." Henry commented as he unzipped his pants.
Needless to say, his Uncle Henry raped him. When Roy's shirt was removed, his uncle saw all the cuts and used them as blackmail. He raped Roy again and again, threatening to tell Roy's Aunt Chris, the only person who even cared about Roy anymore, even though she didn't know about the rape, the abuse, anything.
On Roy's eighteenth birthday, he walked down the stairs quietly in the early hours of the morning, a small purple backpack over his right shoulder. He sneaked down the stairs and placed his hand on the doorknob. "Where the FUCK do you think you're going mister?" Roy glanced over and saw his father and his uncle awake on the couch.
Roy gathered his strength, "I'm moving out." He declared.
"Oh no you're not!" Roy's father stood up and grabbed his son's wrist. "Why are you so cocky all of a sudden?" He yanked his son away from the door and walked him towards the kitchen.
"IT'S MY EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY DAD! BUT YOU DON'T CARE! I'M OLD ENOUGH TO LIVE ON MY OWN!" Roy's eyes filled with tears. "I'M A MAN NOW!"
"Oh yeah," replied his dad."We can be free of you now...Ha! I can't believe your whore of a mother gave birth to your fat little ass eighteen years ago." Roy's dad laughed.
"What did you call her?" Roy asked angrily.
"A whore. A big fat fucking wh-" Roy punched his father before he could finish and ran towards the door.
"GET HIM!" yelled his father, holding his bloody nose. Henry ran after Roy and threw him over his shoulder with ease. "HOW DARE YOU HIT ME YOU FUCKING UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BRAT!?" his father spat.
"MY MOTHER WAS NONE OF THOSE WORDS! DON'T YOU EVER TALK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN YOU BASTARD! I HATE YOU!" Roy screamed punching his uncle's back trying to get down. Henry threw him on the glass table, which broke under him from force. Roy's father approached his son and yanked him up.
"YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT YOU FUCKING UGLY ASS IDIOT!" Roy's father yanked him towards the sink and put a plug in it. He threw a few bottles of beer in there, Roy flinching when each one broke, before turning the tap on, filling the sink with beer, glass and water. "SO I CAN'T CALL YOUR MOTHER THOSE THINGS, HUH?She was a whore!" He dunked Roy's head in the sink making it hit the bottom. He yanked Roy's head up. The glass had cut his forehead. "Bitch." Dunk. "Liar." Dunk. "Slut." Dunk. "Freak!" Dunk. Roy lifted up his leg, hitting his dad in the crotch. His dad cried out, falling to his knees.
Roy punched his father multiple times, Henry standing there in shock. Roy picked up his backpack where it had fallen, looked towards his battered dad and uncle. "Fuck you." He spat.
"Just what are you gonna do with your life? No one likes you. You will die alone. You will be a homeless jobless freak." His father asked, standing up, using the island for support.
"You're wrong." Roy responded, wiping some alcohol off of his face, "Someday, I will become Fuhrer of Amestris, and make sure trash like you two can never ruin anyone else's life like you've ruined mine." With that, Roy went outside, slamming the door shut behind him.
Roy ran and ran until he made it to the bar where his Aunt worked. She began to cry as he told her everything. Aunt Chris called the authorities. Roy personally saw his father get shoved into the back of a cop car.
"I'll have my revenge someday you low-life piece of shit." Roy's father spat, eyes filled with hatred.
Roy's Uncle Henry was sentenced to 60 years in prison and Madam Christmas divorced him, taking back her last name.
Roy's father was sentenced to a life term in prison. He learned about Alkahestry and Alchemy from the prison's library, and ended up trying human transmutation to bring back his wife to apologize for everything he had called her out of anger, and lost his body in the process. He had died with hatred towards his son.
Madam Christmas adopted her Nephew, Roy, and gave him the love and care he deserved, helping him out of his cutting addiction and getting him to a healthy weight; helping him take the steps to achieve his dream of one day being Fuhrer.
The day of his father's memorial, Roy didn't know, and still doesn't know why he went. Very few people attended, mostly drinking buddies.
"...and he will join his wife in heaven..." The minister said. "Wrong," thought Roy. "He's not going to heaven, let alone touch a hair on my mother's head. He walked up to the bodiless grave resisting the urge to spit on it, and laid down a rose. "Bye Dad." he uttered. He was about to walk away, but he took a last glance at the grave. It read:
R.I.P.
Damien Mustang
A loved father and husband
Oct 13, 1867 - April 15, 1912
Roy put out his cigarette and laid down on the bed, His father's words echoing through his head, "I'll have my revenge someday you low-life piece of shit." Now he knew what he meant.