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:
"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.
"You're being such a good boy. Now, to your spot," Tucker ordered.
"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."
"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."
"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."
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.
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."
Ed rolled over in bed, hitting his right cheek on the bed which caused him to hiss in pain. He jumped up in bed, grabbing the part of his body that was warm to the touch. This only caused more pain. He noticed Alphonse wasn't in the room, though just as the thought passed through his head, Alphonse walked through the door of the bedroom.
"Brother, what happened to your cheek?" Alphonse asked immediately. He walked closer to Ed, kneeling in front of the bed and placing a hand on his cheek, causing the blonde to wince once again.
"I.." Edward paused for a moment. He could tell Alphonse the truth. That Tucker had hit him, that he made him do awful things, and that he was threatening to tell their secret. Or, he could tell the story he had been told to tell to his little brother. "I fell in the library while reaching for a book that was too high...Hit my head on the shelf.." he trailed, knowing he made the wrong decision. He could have ended this. But Alphonse was his highest priority.
"Brother, you shouldn't act so recklessly like that. What if you had hit your head hard enough that you had a concussion? You need to be more careful." Alphonse chastised his brother.
"I know, Al, I'm sorry." Ed said quietly. He was quieter than usual whenever Alphonse would scold him.
"The Colonel said he wanted to see you today, something about the exam he wanted to talk to you about." Alphonse informed Edward.
"Good," Ed said, feeling a bit better than before. He was pumped up and ready for the exam, though it wasn't for another two months. Surely the Colonel would have something good to say about it.
Ed and Al walked from the Tucker estate to Headquarters, though not without telling Tucker where they were going. Of course, Edward got a painful reminder from Tucker by being grabbed harshly on the cheek, reminding him to not tell a soul about the treatment he was getting. Reminding him to keep his mouth shut, and to give out the story he had been told to share with others.
"That's a nasty swell you have," Mustang commented on Ed's cheek once the boys had reached his office. "You may want to get some ice on that."
"Yes, sir," Edward replied. Ever since Mustang had met him, he was a good kid, and he always did his best to follow orders. Minus the slight attitude that he showed when they met for the first time with Edward conscious, he was actually a great soldier. "What was it you wanted to see me about?"
"The exam," Mustang started, noticing a flash of slight nervousness in Ed's eyes. He was about to comment on it when Alphonse's gauntlet grazed the swollen cheek, causing Edward to wince with pain. "Are you alright?" the Colonel asked, genuinely concerned, even if it didn't sound like it to anyone else.
"I'm fine," Edward responded, though sounded a bit angry about it. He immediately returned to his prior mood. "Really, I'm fine." he said, as if he were trying to convince himself more than the others. Roy took no notice of it.
"Well, about the exam," Mustang started again. He didn't have all day to worry about a kid who was old enough to take care of himself just fine. "You've been studying for it?" he asked.
"Did you call me all the way here to ask me if I've been studying for the exam?" Edward asked, raising an eyebrow. "Of course I've been studying."
"Just making sure," Roy said calmly as he began to shuffle through some papers on his desk, though with no indication that he was finished talking to the blonde. "You do know about the three stages of the test, correct?"
"Yeah, I know, no thanks to you." Ed told. He was about to mention how he had to find out from Tucker, though he didn't want to think about the man. He barely wanted to go home, knowing that the man would be waiting for him, and would no doubt take him back to the basement to finish what was started the day prior.
"Well, if you didn't know, I would have told you now," Mustang smirked. "So you would have found out sooner or later. Now, go study if you want to pass the test. And put some ice on that cheek of yours, it looks like someone punched you."
"I fell while reaching for a book. Hit my cheek on the shelf in the library." Edward said as he was told to say. He couldn't risk Al's secret, even though he wanted so desperately to shout out what Tucker had done to him. He couldn't.
Roy dismissed what Edward had said so easily. The man didn't notice as Ed's shoulders slumped slightly in disappointment, with false hope that the man would have been able to see through his facade. The child walked out of the room knowing nothing could stop from what would happen later in the basement.
"Edward, once again not telling me where you were going?" Tucker asked once he and Edward had the chance to be alone. Edward and Alphonse had both immediately moved to the library, though Ed was quickly removed by the man of the household and once out of sight, dragged to the basement by the arm.
"The Colonel wanted to see us," Edward said, hoping the Colonel would be a good excuse. Mostly the reason that Ed hadn't gone to tell Tucker where he was going was because he didn't want to face the man. Though, in the back of his head, Ed had convinced himself that Alphonse had told Tucker for him. Tucker couldn't hurt Alphonse like he could Edward. Al didn't have a proper body to hurt. Though, there was always psychological...Edward pushed the thoughts out of his head immediately, never wanting to think of Tucker hurting his brother in such a way. "I thought maybe he had called and told you that he wanted us."
"But he didn't." Tucker said. A small smile played at his lips as Edward stood in the same spot he stood the day before, right in front of the chair. He could see the wheels turning in the man's sick and deranged head, trying to figure out just the right punishment. Though, his experience had taught him well not to hit where visible, and certainly not to hit hard enough that the boy's pain could be noticed by an outsider.
"What do you think we should do about this, Edward? After all, this was a bit disobedient, wouldn't you say?" Tucker's smile was slowly growing into a grin as he thought of the perfect punishment. He pushed Edward down onto his knees, though lower than he was before. Lower than the chair. "Maybe I should get your brother and Nina out of the house. Just for a little insurance," the man thought aloud. "What do you think, Eddie? Do you want Alphonse and Nina to see you like this?"
"No.." the blonde boy whimpered out in a desperate attempt to get the man out of the room. If he could get Tucker out of the room long enough, he could sneak out. Of course, he would have nowhere to go, and even if he did, he couldn't say anything to anyone.
"Well, then I think it's time to send them on another little play date. Maybe they should go to the park today. You know, so their big brother can study." Tucker said as he pushed Edward softly, making the blonde fall from his fours and onto his chest on the ground. The man left, and Edward repositioned himself.
He once again looked for an exit, in the back of his head knowing that there would be none besides the door Tucker would walk back through, and trying to convince himself that he could get out of this one. Ed heard the familiar footsteps of Alphonse guiding Nina out of the house, after that, he watched as the door opened and his worst nightmare entered the room once more.
"Did I say you could get up?" Tucker asked, kicking Edward back down again. He fell to his side this time from the force of the kick. He winced as his arm suffered a bit, though tried to ignore it as he knew there would only be more pain if he put up a fuss. "Now, what should we do, Eddie?"
Edward didn't get the chance to answer. He was grabbed by his short blonde braid and dragged back onto his fours. When Edward hadn't been pulled up to his knees, he had no idea what would happen. He wasn't sure what Tucker was doing, but didn't want to find out.
{If you are offended by the sexual abuse of a minor, please skip this part. I will let you know when it is safe to read.}
He found out soon enough when he felt the belt on his leather pants being unbuckled. Ed felt as the belt was slipped out from the loops of his pants and saw out of the corner of his eye that the belt was thrown across the room. Ed was pretty sure he wouldn't be seeing it for some time.
Everything turned for the worse when Ed felt his pants being removed from him.
"W-What are you doing?!" Ed shouted out, attempting to push the older man away. Of course, even for a well toned eleven–year old, he was still no match for a full grown man who had been in the military for years.
"Simply getting ready to do what I have planned to do since the day I first met you," Ed couldn't see the man, but he could hear the grin on Tucker's face as he spoke. "Of course, I could always just stop what I'm doing and reach over to the phone to tell the Brigadier General all about your brother."
"No!" Ed shouted out as he felt Tucker pull away a bit. He wasn't sure if the older man was bluffing or not, but he didn't want to risk that chance. He needed to keep Al's secret safe. The sickening chuckles behind him began, and Edward wished he could tune them out.
"Very well, then." Tucker told the boy close to his ear. Ed could smell his disgusting breath as Tucker continued to remove his clothing from the waist down.
All Edward felt in that moment was embarrassment and shame. It was for Alphonse, and he kept that in his head the entire time. From the time that everything was removed to when Tucker had began to enter him raw, making sure it was painful for the younger.
Of course, after Tucker began to feel a bit of pain from the raw fucking, he began to lube the boy up. Carelessly, but he did. Only to make himself feel more pleasure. Edward felt like his ass was on fire, he wanted to get away. To run away from this man and never turn back.
This was for Alphonse.
{The sexual part is over, you may now continue reading if you decided to skip.}
It was finished quicker than Edward thought. He assumed it would last forever, that he would be stuck in nothing but pain and shame. The blonde boy didn't believe in God. He wasn't religious. But in that moment he was sure that he had died and been sent to Hell.
Tucker finished, pushing away from Ed. He fell from his position on all fours to the ground in a heartbeat. He just wanted to forget that any of this had ever happened. Maybe life would be better if he could do that.
Tucker didn't speak a word, leaving the room and Edward as soon as he was finished dressing himself back up. Edward thought of this as way worse than what had happened before. He would take Tucker's member in his mouth any day compared to this.
When Ed realized he would have to get up and get dressed, he did so. He forced himself off of the ground and to his clothes, getting dressed, and made his way to the bathroom for a shower.
He quickly took his shower, attempting to scrub himself clean of all the filth he had encountered in the basement that afternoon. He could hear Alphonse and Nina coming back, them running to the library to see him with excitement. Edward ignored them. They would find out soon enough that he was not in there.
Ed stayed in the shower for what seemed like days, in reality it was only an hour. The shower water was hot, his skin red from the long lasting sensation on his skin. He heard someone knocking on the door.
"Brother, are you in there?" Ed heard Alphonse's voice. He sounded worried, and he had every reason to be. His brother was in the shower for far too long, and steam had filled the room, probably slipping through the cracks of the door and finding it's way just on the outside of it. "Are you alright?"
No, Al, I'm not alright..Edward thought to himself. I need help, I need your help, Alphonse..Nothing made it past his lips.
Apparently his silence had made Alphonse worried, because not long after, he heard the lock being picked. This had Edward slightly confused. Al didn't know how to pick a lock. Ed didn't even know how to pick a lock! The door was opened, but Edward couldn't see who was there because of the shower curtain.
"Brother?" Alphonse asked. Someone left the room and the shower curtain was withdrawn by Ed's armored little brother. "Brother, you're all red! We need to get you out now!" Ed was helped out of the shower by his brother and helped dressed while he didn't move a muscle.
Alphonse had helped dress Ed in his pajamas. Edward knew Tucker was probably thankful that he hadn't hit him enough for bruises lately. Of course, he didn't hit him very much in the first place, it was only those few times that he did.
There was no reason for Ed to feel embarrassment anymore. Tucker had already seen every part of him. There was no more feeling in him to feel shame or embarrassment.
"He's warm, but I can't tell if that's from the shower or his temperature." Alphonse spoke to someone Edward didn't see after he was placed in the bed. He assumed Tucker, which only made Ed want to run away. He didn't move still.
"We'll check his temperature in the morning after he's cooled down. Let's leave him be," Edward could hear Tucker's voice. He heard Alphonse walk out of the room before he felt the lips near his ear and waited to hear Tucker's newest statement.
"No one else will ever want you. You're lucky that I continue to stay with you."
Okay, guys, I'm going to need a little longer to get the next chapter finished. I only finished this chapter today and usually I get them done in advanced time and am able to work on the next one. Just give me until July 2nd, and I'll may have the next few chapters done, and they'll be better.
I also want to thank all of you for reviewing, even the anonymous reviewers. This story has become much more popular than I anticipated, and I'm extremely glad for this.
There is a time that this may be coming to an end, so I do hope you will all be prepared for it. After all, I cannot keep this going on forever, all stories must come to an end eventually. I hope that when this story does end, I'll be able to pull it off gracefully. I was even thinking of a sequel, but we'll all have to wait and see how this ends before we can do that.
Something else I need to say, I'm starting to think a lot of my readers are sadists or something (joking). I mean, you guys just love to see Edward getting hurt, and I mean, I do too, it's always interesting to see how a character can be injured in a way they haven't in the show or book they were in, and how they will react.
I want you all to know that I am a reader as well, so when I read, I like to be pleased, so I try my very best to please everyone when I write. If any of you have suggestions in something you may be interested in reading, or something that you would be interested to see in 'Rebellion', I have private messages open. Just send me a PM and I will get back to you as soon as I possibly can.
Next Update: July 2nd