If you are sensitive to child abuse and rape, then please do not read this. I do not wish to offend anyone.
Previously on Rebellion:
"Well..it started when I had lived there for a month.."
"Worthless, pathetic, someone should have killed you a long time ago."
Edward was young, just an eleven – year old boy. He was eleven – years old, and had already committed the ultimate taboo.
Edward was currently residing with Shou Tucker, the Sewing Life Alchemist when the worst secret of his life came true.
Ed trusted him.
"Edward, you want to become a State Alchemist, yes?" Tucker asked. "Well, I think I could help you."
If Ed had known why Tucker allowed them to go, he never would have let them go either.
He should have listened to that gut that gave him the odd feeling when he first walked in.
"Good boy," Tucker grinned. He had something special in store. He took a hold of Edward's flesh arm and twisted it in ways that a normal person couldn't do without feeling immense pain.
"You're a pathetic piece of garbage. No one will ever want you. You're nothing."
"Brother, wake up, it's morning," Alphonse shook Edward lightly. He grabbed the flesh on Ed's arm and the boy instantly jerked awake, jumping in bed and clutching his arm protectively. Alphonse knew that he didn't know his own strength yet, but he knew enough that he hadn't been able to hurt his brother that badly. His brother's eyes were watery and everything! "What's wrong with your arm?"
"It's nothing," Edward spoke defensively. He didn't know why he had felt the need to defend the wound that Tucker had given him. He should have kicked his ass! He could take the man. The man that was...so much bigger than he was...and stronger...and an adult..and his only chance of becoming a State Alchemist...If this is what it took to become one..Edward would do it. "Just slept on it wrong."
"Let me see it," Alphonse said, but did not wait for Edward's permission, since he knew it would never coming. He took the hand in his and noticed Ed's immediate wince. "Brother! I think it might be sprained. Let's go."
"Go where?" piped up the blonde.
"To the hospital, duh," Alphonse spoke to the older. "We need to get your arm checked out," he said. The armored boy grabbed Ed's leather pants and jacket, handing them over in a way of demanding them to be put on. "Do you need help getting dressed?" Al asked.
"No, Al, I do not need help," Ed told with a pout. He didn't even want to go to the hospital, though he did worry about his arm as well. He could deal with pain, though, he had done it before and he could do it now. Though, it was still worrisome. He couldn't fight with a hurt arm.
"I'm afraid it's sprained," an old doctor spoke as he looked at the x–rays that had been taken. {I don't know if x–rays were around in the time era that Amestris has going on, but for the sake of this, we'll just say it does.} "He should wear a splint for the next three weeks, and try to refrain from using it as much as possible." the doctor spoke, and even though he was watching Edward, he was obviously speaking to Alphonse.
"Thank you, Dr. Mcgakric, I'm just glad that I didn't let brother talk me out of taking him here," Alphonse said, and would have a kind smile that Trisha had passed on to him if he had the ability to smile. "I'll make sure he doesn't use his arm."
"Yeah, yeah, let's just go," Ed frowned. He just wanted to get out of there. A nurse begun to splint his arm that covered his hand up to the crease of his elbow, leaving his fingers and the rest of his arm after his elbow room to breathe. Edward was secretly glad that he hadn't talked Alphonse out of taking him to the hospital either, but it still didn't take his thoughts of what Tucker had planned to do to him in the basement out of his head either. "I need to study."
"Just a minute, brother," Alphonse laughed a little at Edward's impatient trait. Edward would hurt himself by doing stupid and was too impatient to get treated for it–a typical Elric. "After she finishes up, we'll go." Al said, gesturing to the nurse that was just about finished with Ed's splint.
"He can take any drugstore medication for pain that he might experience," the nurse spoke with the false kindness that all nurses had. "You two have a great day, and take it easy on that arm." she said. Ed only nodded quietly before standing from the chair he had been sitting in and walking out of the hospital with his brother.
Edward had convinced Alphonse to go to the cafeteria in Central headquarters by complaining of hunger. He actually wasn't too hungry, he just didn't want to face Tucker. Especially knowing that he would probably get hurt from getting his arm treated.
The entire time Ed kept trying to get up the courage to tell Alphonse. To tell him what Tucker had done to him, and how he had really sprained his arm. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell. For some reason, though, he just couldn't. He didn't understand it, and apparently thinking too much about it had caused him to start fiddling with the splint.
"Brother, stop messing with it." Alphonse spoke to his brother as he stopped the blonde from removing the splint entirely. It was obvious that the child was fed up with it. Ed didn't want the splint on anyway.
"It's stupid, Al. My arm is fine, I don't need it." Edward retorted as he continued to fuss with the splint, wanting it completely off of his skin by now, and he almost succeeded before Alphonse lifted the Automail arm and raised it away from the flesh one.
"Brother, you woke up next to tears, don't tell me that it's fine," Al told his brother. Even though Alphonse could not show facial expressions, Ed knew he was glaring at him, daring him to disobey. "Stop." he ordered. Ed nodded and his arm was released. They returned to the Tucker residence shortly after.
"How was your trip, Edward?" Tucker asked as soon as the two boys walked through the front door. He held Nina, who was excited to see her big brothers. She nearly jumped out of his arms before he could set her down, but the Father caught her just in time. He placed her down where she tackled Edward, grabbing him by the injured arm. He winced noticeably.
"Be careful, Nina," Alphonse chided Nina gently, almost like a parent would, though Alphonse wasn't much older than her, he was just ten–years old. He had always been sensitive to feelings, just like Trisha was before her death. "Ed's arm got hurt, and so he needs to rest it. Alright?" Al spoke to the little girl like anyone would during an explanation to a child.
"Yes, big brother!" Nina exclaimed with a smile. She understood as well as a child could that Edward couldn't have her grabbing on his arm. Instead she moved herself to hang on Alphonse's loin cloth.
"Alphonse, why don't you take Nina to play in the courtyard for a moment. I want to see Edward's arm for myself." Tucker suggested. Ed only knew that this could turn out just as bad as yesterday.
"I'm fine, really." Ed protested. He shielded his arm from view of the older man and backed away a bit before being stopped by Alphonse.
"Brother, he just wants to see your arm. It won't be any different than it was with the doctor." Alphonse reasoned.
Yes, Al, it will be. It will be worse, Edward spoke to his brother in his head in hopes that maybe they had become telepathic with each other. Though, it was to no avail. Alphonse couldn't hear his thoughts. Though, in that one moment, he wished that he could.
"Come on, Nina, let's go play with Alexander in the court yard." Alphonse spoke to Nina once more.
"Yeah!" Nina exclaimed in happiness. "Alexander, let's go!" she shouted in happiness only a child could hold. She took Alphonse by the hand and walked with him as Alexander ran behind them barking as if telling them to hurry up.
"Edward," Tucker gained that sinister smile that always made Ed's stomach churn and a chill run down his spine. "Come with me to the basement. After we have our little chat about your arm I'll have Alphonse take Nina to her play date."
"Yes, sir." Edward piped up, walking submissively to the basement with Tucker hot on his tail. If there was one thing he had learned in that small lesson the man had given him the night prior, it was to listen and submit, otherwise he could end up with more than a sprained arm.
"You're being such a good boy. Now, to your spot," Tucker ordered. Edward didn't hesitate to do as the Father said. He wanted this to be over with as quickly as possible, and assumed that if he obeyed quicker, it would be over sooner. "Good. Sit." Edward did as told quickly, sitting on the ground.
The man smirked, though Ed didn't dare move. He noticed there was a chair near the spot he was standing where there wasn't one before. Even if Edward would have wondered if it was for him to sit in, though quickly dismissed the thought. If it was, Tucker surely would have told him to sit in the chair.
"I see you ended up going to the hospital for your arm," Tucker noted as he kept his sky blue eyes on the plain splint that remained on Edward's arm from after the hospital trip. "I suppose I'll have to be gentler with you from now on." he spoke more to himself than to Edward.
"Why should I even be here?" Ed asked suddenly. Tucker immediately kicked him in the stomach, which knocked the rest of his body that wasn't already on the ground further toward it.
"You speak only when told to!" Tucker exclaimed. He then realized he needed to be quiet, otherwise Alphonse and Nina would hear him. He immediately began to calm himself as to not alert the others.
"I can tell Alphonse what you're doing, you sick bastard," Edward coughed, blood spilling from his lips as a result of being kicked so hard. "I can tell Alphonse and the Colonel."
"But you won't," Tucker smirked. "You won't tell anyone. If you do, I'll just have to spill the little secret of Alphonse only being a soul attached to armor."
There was silence.
"How...How did you know about that..?" Edward asked, breaking the silence that had enveloped the room for a good minute.
"Please, Edward, any skilled Alchemist could put it together. Your missing limbs, his armor. It was an easy deduction," Tucker said simply. "I'm sure that others already assume the truth, all they would need is a little nudge from me. Do you know what will happen then?"
Silence continued from the boy.
"Shy? Don't worry, I'll keep going," Tucker grinned. He was enjoying this part. Torturing the boy with something so easy, it was amazing, and the man felt a pleasurable tingle run down his back. "Your brother will be hauled off to a research facility where they will poke and prod at him for the rest of his days. And you, well, you'll go to prison, or possibly be given the death sentence."
"You'll be given the death sentence, you bastard." Ed spat at the man with a glare that was about as threatening as a child throwing a tantrum. Tucker was not scared. He could easily overpower the boy.
"Eddie, Eddie, Eddie," Tucker chuckled softly. "If you're not careful, I'll have to wash your mouth out with something," Shou Tucker was having the time of his life with this one boy. This one boy who he would ruin forever. "Remember, you and your brother's fate is all under my control."
"You're a monster." Edward spoke to the man, though his gaze had moved from Tucker. He couldn't look him in the eyes right now.
"I'm merely trying to train you properly for the military," Tucker smirked. "But you can call it whatever you want. Now, get up. It's time for your lesson," Edward did not make a move. Tucker grinned. A perfect opportunity. "Ah, Edward, you should be careful in the library. If you cannot reach a book, you should ask for help."
"What?" the boy immediately asked. He didn't understand what Tucker was getting at. Of course, he found out pretty soon when a fist collided with his cheek. Edward understood well enough that it was his punishment for not listening to the man when he ordered him to stand.
"Look at that, you've gone and hit your cheek on the shelf. It'll be nice and swollen soon enough," Tucker laughed to himself. "Now, stand for your lesson."
The pain in Ed's cheek caused him to stand anyway. Even if he wanted to rebel, he wanted to get away from the man, run, tell Alphonse, tell the Colonel, he couldn't. He was worried about Alphonse's secret being told, he was becoming afraid of this man.
Tucker guided him to the chair, though didn't tell him to sit in it. Instead, he pushed Edward to his knees in front of the chair. Edward was young enough to have no idea what was happening. Though, he would find out fairly soon.
{Warning: Sexual abuse coming up. If you are offended by the act of sexual abuse on a child (who isn't?) please do not read. I will let you know when the sexual acts on a minor are over.}
The man sat in the chair, spreading his legs slightly so that Edward had a few view of his crotch. When he unbuttoned the front of his pants and removed his already hardened manhood from the restricting pants. It had hardened sometime around when Edward was threatening to tell on him. Something about the boy thinking he had a chance excited the man.
When Edward first caught sight of the organ, he covered his eyes. He had only ever seen his own member, he didn't want to see another person's. Especially not this man's. What he had seen, it was huge. Something he didn't want to come near. It only got him thinking of what Tucker wanted to do with it.
The back of his hair was grabbed by Tucker, and he felt his lips being prodded at by something slimy, no doubt, the penis of the man that was grabbing him. Ed wouldn't dare open his eyes, though he did and saw the thing was being forced on him.
{The sexual acts have ended.}
"Take it in your mouth, you little slut!" Tucker exclaimed once more. He realized once again that Alphonse and Nina were still in the house. "Dammit," he said to himself. "Stay here." the man ordered, tucking his penis back into his pants before leaving the room. This was Ed's chance.
He looked around the room for an exit that wouldn't lead to where Tucker was. There was an outside entrance to the basement, though Edward could clearly see that it was chained shut. No doubt trying to keep him in, and everyone else out.
When Edward heard footsteps, he realized Tucker was coming back. He must have gotten Alphonse to take Nina to that play date, probably using an excuse about how he was so swamped with work. Of course Alphonse would never deny a request from the man that had taken him in. He wouldn't deny a request from anyone. He was too kind. And that kindness was what would cause Edward to be injured at this moment. Not that Ed blamed Alphonse. No, he blamed Tucker at this very moment. Tucker was the reason for this.
Edward made his way back to the chair, on his knees, facing it, acting as if he never moved. He had hoped to some God that Tucker would be unable to notice. Tucker finally returned, smirking at the boy before making his way to the chair that hadn't moved. He once again took his position.
"You've been a good boy. I was considering postponing this lesson," Tucker said, and Edward felt a glimpse of hope that he would be able to get out of there and tell someone before this got too far. Though, Edward never had such luck. "Though, I know you'll just run off to Mustang and tell him everything." and so it continued.
Edward hated every moment of it. The slimy taste in his mouth, especially when the man came. It tasted like salt, and it was disgusting. The boy gagged on the man's organ several times, though was not allowed to spit him out. Tucker even made him swallow his seed.
As soon as it was over, Edward was instructed to take a shower and to lay in bed. He was told that he would need his rest for the next lesson. He was also given his story on his cheek that was swollen, and told to stay quiet.
Ed hardly had the energy to keep fighting. He wanted to. He wanted to rebel, throw a fit, scream, something. Of course, Alphonse's secret had to be kept safe. And if this is what it took to become a State Alchemist and get his body back, then he would do it.
Edward had kept his cheek out of view from Alphonse when the armored boy got home. Ed was still in bed, not moving a muscle. When Alphonse asked if he was alright, he said he was tired, keeping his cheek away from sight. Al did not argue with his brother, going to the library to read a bit while Nina was getting ready for bed.
As if Tucker had begun a ritual, he walked into Edward's room that night. Ed had been laying there for hours after his shower, waiting for night to come so he could finally fall asleep. Tucker came close to Edward's ear in that voice he had begun to use whenever he was talking to Ed at bedtime. The 'sweet dreams' voice.
"You disgust me. You're putrid. All you'll ever be is a worthless dog."
Next Update: June 18th