Holy Crap I updated! I know it's been a looong time since I last updated but though this story might have spent some time on the back burner I always planned to finish it. There are multitudes of reason for the nearly two-year gap in updates. I won't go into them other than to say it was mainly a combination of laziniess, busyness and major writers block. When I finally got over my writers block it was by writing in another category. But I made I promise that I wouldn't upload any stories to until I updated this story. And just to make sure that I could finish this story I waited to upload until I had written a rough draft for the rest of the chapters. So not only have I finally updated but I can promise that this story will be finished. So without further ado on with the story.

The leader of the gang's name was Trent and at first he was really nice to us. He and his gang had been out getting food which they were nice enough to share. Sister let go of my hand to eat a piece of chicken with two hands.

Trent talked to us or rather to Sister- he mostly ignored me. He told her that he'd run away from his home over three years ago. He told her some of his adventures on the street. His stories were funny and he made her laugh. I noticed her slowly relax.

One of the members of his gang noticed my automail. I guess they had never met anyone with automail before. They all wanted to see it. I stood up and showed them. They asked a million stupid questions to like, "did it hurt?"

I was telling them that 'yes, it hurt' when suddenly Sister cried out, "No, stop." I looked over to where Trent and Sister were seated. He was trying to kiss her and she was trying to fight him off.

All of my rage came pouring back into me. "LET HER GO," I yelled at Trent. Some of the boys tried to hold me back but I was stronger than they were expecting. I got free from them and launched myself at Trent. I punched him as hard as I could with my non-automail hand. (I didn't want to break the automail) The force of my punch sent him flying back.

I turned to sister. She was still as a stone. "We have to go," I told her yanking on her arm.

Her eyes which were already huge widened even more, "LOOK OUT!" she yelled. She was too late. One of the boys had snuck up behind me and grabbed me. Before I could get free another boy stabbed me in the gut with a dagger.

"Stupid kid," he told me as he stabbed me again and again, "Nobody hits the boss." My wounds were healing but they couldn't heal fast enough. I was losing the red stone-blood. Finally the guy holding me loosened his grip thinking I was dying. I managed to get enough energy to throw him over me and into the guy with the dagger. They collided and I think dagger guy accidentally stabbed the other guy.

I crawled away. Most of the rest of the gang was standing stunned just watching and not interfering, but Trent came over to me. The side of Trent's face was all purple when I looked up at him. He put his foot on my back and pushed me to the floor. What he didn't know though, was that by this time my wounds had healed.

I played dead-lying still and waiting for him to let his guard down. He kicked my sides for a bit. "Not so tough now," he taunted. "Damn brat." He'd made the mistake of turning his back to me. I grabbed his ankles with my hands and pulled him down. I scampered to my feet. Of course by that time the rest on the gang was on their way over and most of them were armed.

Them battle was messy just like I knew it would me. I can't give you exact details it was too quick and frantic. They were armed and I wasn't but I quickly fixed that by taking one guy's pole. There were more them then of me but my wounds healed, theirs didn't. So I just kept beating them down. Eventually one of the smarter guys realized my wounds kept healing, "He can't be killed, the kid's some kind of freak!" he cried.

"That's right," I told him enjoying his fear. "I can't be killed, so you can't stop me." It was probably shortly after this that they all decided to run away.

In the end it was just Sister, Trent, and me left in the cursed factory. Trent had tried to run but I didn't let him get away. "YOU HURT MY FAMILY." I screamed as I punched him over and over again. Finally I realized he wasn't responding. I checked his heart. He was still alive just unconscious. I'd beat him up pretty bad. I don't know if he was okay afterward or not- I never bothered to find out.

Sister hadn't moved during the whole fight. She was still sitting on the same crate she'd been sitting on since Trent invited her to share his food. I went over to her. "We should leave." I told her. "They might come back." She stared at me. "Come on," I tried again, "we really have to go." She still wasn't moving so I picked her up. I carried her out of the stupid factory and straight out of town.

After I had been walking down the road for a little while, she said in a real quietly "Put me down. I can walk." We walked in silence the whole rest of day. When it started getting dark I found a nice place for us to spend the night. "We can stay here," I said. "See it's out in the open with no roof over your head."

"Wrath," sister whispered. She sat down and I noticed her eyes were gleaming with tears. She wiped them away with her hand but more soon followed. "Oh, Wrath" she said looking up at me with tear filled eyes. I think she tried to stop her crying afraid the noise would drive me away. Her crying didn't bother me though- babies and real little kids sound different when they cry- and it's their screaming cry that bothers me. Her tears didn't stop she kept crying more and more until she was sobbing.

I didn't know what to do. I wanted to comfort her. I hugged her- like Sloth mommy had hugged me. I don't know if she was even crying about what Trent had done or something else. I heard her call out for her mom and dad. I also heard her say other names and say she was sorry. She said my name too. I didn't know what to so I just hugged and told her, "It's okay," just like she told me when I was remembering stuff. "It's okay" I told her, even though I didn't really know if it was okay or not. "It's okay," I said and tried to believe that it would be okay.

Once again I had shown sister my monster. And again it did not ruin our relationship like I feared it would. Another thing had happened to- I'd announced I wasn't human. I know that when sister first met me she assumed I was human because it's the normal thing. But after traveling with me for months I think she had to realize I was sort of different. She never said anything, but I think she had figured. I'd never said anything either. Not until I'd boasted about it to the gang, because while being a homunculus has many bad sides, it does help in fights. Sister never spoke about anything that happened that day. She should have heard my boasts, but she was acting so strange that, I don't know if her brain really processed what happened that day. I think she might have been pretending it didn't happen, just like I pretended that that woman had no relation to me. Still sister had to know I was some sort of freak but we never spoke about it. By the time sister found out I was a freak she'd let me in too close. I was her brother now and I stayed that way human or not.