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:
This time, Roy seemed to notice. "You alright, Fullmetal?" he asked.
If someone had found out anything, he didn't know what Tucker would do.
Tucker poked at him with needles and grinned.
"You'll never escape me, Eddie," he said as he placed another needle inside the child. "You'll be the perfect little soldier soon enough."
"It's my fault, and I'm being punished for it." he said, though softer.
"What do you mean you're being punished for it?" Mustang asked, but when he looked away from his magazine, Edward was asleep.
"You're getting what's coming to you."
Edward muffled a scream with by biting his flesh hand as the hot tool burned his thigh. It seemed like it was melting his skin forever. Guess I was wrong about everything having happened to me already.
"All you are is a whore soldier. You should just kill yourself." the man left with a satisfied smirk as he heard the muffled sobs.
When Ed first woke up, he groaned, grabbing at his thigh immediately from the pain that filled him instantly. When he remembered what had happened, he decided to leave it alone. He moved to go to the shower, realizing that the best thing to do would be to keep it cleaned.
Edward was interrupted by Tucker standing in front of his bedroom door when it was opened.
"What do you want?" Ed spat. He wasn't in the mood to be a puppet to the man once more. Of course, his only power against the full grown man was the glare he was giving off, which affected Tucker as much as a puppy with a growl did.
"Alphonse is out to the market with Nina. I told them we needed some bread and milk. They should take a while; Nina is a terror at the market." Tucker smirked.
"Is that all you ever do? Send them off to the market, send them to a play date?" Ed raised an eyebrow. "It's pretty pathetic that the famous Sewing Life Alchemist can only think to send an almost eleven–year old boy and a four–year old girl to the market and play dates while he rapes and abuses a kid!" a grin grew on the boy's face.
"Oh, Edward, that you could even think that this is rape and abuse, that is just terrible," Tucker said, his face covered with an act of seeming sad and shocked. "I'm not doing anything bad to you. I'm training you to be a wonderful soldier. I'm trying to show the world my research, and you're the research."
"Explain the sex, then!" the youngest Alchemist shouted. He felt like punching a pillow, or better yet, the man's face.
"Edward, you do that to me." the golden eyes widened from across the room.
"The hell are you talking about?" Ed asked, though his voice didn't contain the force that it did before. His voice was wavering slightly, even though he was desperately trying to convince himself that the man was lying. He's just trying to get to me. Yeah, I didn't do anything wrong. I didn't.
"The way you walk, the way you talk, you are intentionally turning me on. No doubt so that you can plead that I did something like rape you so that you can become number one around the plate." Tucker told the pre–teen.
"Y-You're a liar. I hate it when you do that stuff to me." Edward forced out of his lips.
"I'm not lying, Edward. You're the one who's lying to yourself. Admit it," Tucker turned away from the boy, a grin growing on his lips that he hid away. "Meet me in my bedroom. I think we could use a change of scenery." he then walked out of the room.
Ed sat down on his bed for a few moments. His blonde strands falling forward as he looked down at his lap. Toying with a strand of fabric off of his pajama pants, he was at a loss.
Do I really do that to Tucker? No, I can't! I'm normal. Alphonse is the same way and Tucker doesn't do anything to him. But then again, Al doesn't have a human body right now..
The pre–teen gave a sigh, standing from his bed and making his way to Tucker's bedroom. He hesitated at first, not wanting to open the door. Eventually, though, Ed managed to open it despite how he felt.
"Edward, you actually came. I thought I would have to force you," Tucker said with a chuckle. When Ed didn't respond, Tucker began to speak again. "I think you deserve a break from the torture. Well, if you can do what I ask of you for now, at least. Now, lay on the bed."
The blonde would rather do as the man asked than be tortured again, so he worked his way over to the large king sized mattress and laid on it. Tucker must have felt so lonely in such a large bed all by himself at night. Then again, no one ever told Ed that Tucker was alone.
He has to be if he does this with me all the time..
"I figured we could just have sex without anything bad happening to you today. Do you think you can manage that?" Tucker asked. Ed looked at him with dull eyes. He didn't know how to respond. If he said yes, he would be giving consent. If he said no, he could be tortured.
"Y-Yes." Ed managed out. He let out a shaky breath when Tucker removed his pajama pants–easily sliding off since they were a bit too big for the fit pre–teen. The man then removed the baby blue boxers, and he worked on his own situation.
{Sexual content ahead. If you are offended by sexual rape of a minor, please skip this part. I will let everyone know when it is safe to read again.}
This time, Tucker actually prepared Edward, and he seemed to do so very carefully. The child couldn't comprehend why he was doing this; it had never been done before. Tucker had never taken a thought to Edward's well being. Ever.
The blonde had been stretched out enough from the previous attacks that it didn't take hardly any preparation for him to be ready. Tucker didn't even need to slab the boy with much lube; it being the first time he had used any sort of lubrication with Edward anyway.
"We may need to take a break from this, Eddie boy, you're getting loose," Tucker commented. The younger stayed silent, not wanting to have anything to do with what was happening. Unfortunately, he did. "Ah, staying silent. Got it."
He stayed silent while Tucker continued what he was doing. Apparently the man really wanted this sex, since he didn't mind Edward being silent. Of course, there was always the matter of fact that Tucker wanted to embed being a perfect soldier out of him, and usually the perfect soldiers wouldn't speak unless spoken to.
{The sexual acts are over, it is safe to read again.}
They finished up and Tucker allowed Edward to get dressed and shower without any interruptions. The teenager was confused, though grateful. Maybe he finally got found out with what he's been doing?
But Edward couldn't lie to himself like that. He knew that if someone hadn't found out what was going on by now, they probably wouldn't even find out until he was so screwed up that he ended up in the loony bin.
A day went by when Ed noticed that the burn mark on him looked odd. It was crusted at the sides, and it looked like yellow puss was coming out of it. Frowning, he realized it was probably infected. He really didn't want to go back to that doctor, though knowing no other way out of it, he went. And he went alone.
Ed didn't want Alphonse to come with since he would question where the mark had come from. And not wanting it to get more infected, he just went to the doctor. He had already lost his limbs. Besides, he could give a quack answer to the doctor, and he probably wouldn't question a think.
Just Ed's luck, he was called in by Doctor Mcgakric again. If the man put a lot of these things together, he could find out what had been going on and put a stop to it. Somehow, Edward wasn't as terrified as him putting it together as he was trying to put a stop to it and ending up pissing Tucker off.
"Well, Edward, looks like you're back," Mcgakric said as Ed waited on the bed that had those ridiculous paper sheets over it that people are terrified of ripping. "Wasn't expecting you back for a little while, but I guess your just accident prone. What seems to be the problem?"
"I have a mark on my leg, and I think it's infected." Ed answered simply.
"Where on your leg?" the doctor questioned.
"My thigh." he answered easily. Mcgakric had Edward strip to his boxers and noticed the burn mark by lifting the boxers just a bit. He clicked his tongue a few times before speaking.
"Well, Edward, it looks like it's infected. Unfortunately it also looks to be a few days old, so I'm going to have to fish through it with tools and remove the puss." the doctor told.
"How will you remove the puss?" Ed didn't want anyone poking around inside of him without knowing the procedure.
"Well, I'll start by giving you an anesthetic which will numb you, and then I will use my tools to go through the wound and remove the puss with a small tool that's almost like a vacuum." Mcgakric explained.
"It won't hurt?" Ed asked.
"The anesthetic will wear off, but by then you'll be prescribed with some medication that you can take if the pain is too much to bear. It'll be bandaged so you won't injure it any further. Sound like a plan?" Mcgakric verified.
"Yeah, I guess I could live with that.." Ed trailed off. "Will there be needles involved?" he asked.
"Unfortunately so. And if you do not sit still, I'll be restraining you onto the bed. Understand?"
"Yes, sir.." Ed trailed off. He knew he would be restrained into the bed. Ever since Tucker...he hadn't been able to let the needles into his skin.
After being restrained onto the bed for putting up a fit about the needles, he ended up having to be sedated. It was too much for the restraints, they were beginning to break from Ed's automail. He let himself be put to sleep, knowing when he woke it would be all over.
Edward muffled a scream with by biting his flesh hand as the hot tool burned his thigh. It seemed like it was melting his skin forever.
"Ah!" Edward jumped up in bed, noticing he wasn't restrained anymore. He was still in the hospital, and looking around the room he noticed Mustang sitting in a far off corner.
"Nightmare?" the raven haired man asked, raising an eyebrow from the newspaper he was reading. He didn't seem to interested in Ed's nightmare at all.
"What's it to you?" a smart ass remark. Edward had been making a lot of these lately. I guess I did it without realizing after Tucker...He didn't finish the thought.
"Your doctor called me from my office, told me you were sedated in the hospital," Mustang didn't seem happy about this. "Do you know what was running through my head, Fullmetal? I thought you could have been in an accident, or you were attacked!"
"I can hold my own in a fight, you know that. Besides, if I had been in an accident, there's nothing that could happen that's as bad as what's already happened." He didn't even care if he got hurt because of it. Everything that could happen had already happened.
Grabbing his head, Edward let out a groan of pain at his thoughts. Mustang watched him, seeming worried, wanting to go make sure the pre–teen was alright, but Edward didn't notice this, and Mustang couldn't let himself lose his composure over some kid.
When Ed finally regained himself, he turned to Mustang.
"So, why did they call you?" Edward asked, laying back down in bed. He was exhausted, even for being knocked out for a while. He noticed that he didn't even know the time.
"They needed me to sign you out of here since I'm technically your legal guardian. Same drill with when you were in the hospital last time," Mustang said dully. "Maybe we should just get you a helmet." he then smirked.
"Ha ha, very funny," Ed rolled his eyes. "So, no one else is here, right?"
"Hawkeye is outside of the room, but no one else is here." Roy answered.
"Why is she here?" Ed asked.
"She's my bodyguard and secretary, Fullmetal." Mustang sighed. He flipped through the newspaper, seeming bored.
"Oh.." the blonde trailed off. Silence filled the room before there was a knock on the door. The doctor and Riza both entered.
"Well, Edward, you're free to go. Just take care of that wound and you won't end up here again. You can pick up your prescription on the way out at the front desk." Mcgakric explained.
"Thanks, doc. Maybe you're not a quack after all." Ed smirked. It was clear that the doctor had never been called that by anyone else before by the light laugh he gave in response before saying his goodbyes, warning Ed not to get into anymore trouble, and walking out.
"So, Fullmetal, I won't need to make anymore trips here, yes?" Mustang asked. He didn't like getting his schedule interrupted because a kid decided to do something stupid like hide a burn until it became infected.
"Don't worry, you won't." Edward rolled his eyes once again. He kicked the blanket off of him, reaching for his clothes that were laying on a table in the room.
"So, I've been meaning to ask, where did you get the burn mark from?" Mustang raised an eyebrow. He didn't notice how Ed tensed up at the mentioning of the wound.
Tucker did it to me. You have to stop it. Please! Make him go away and don't let him near me ever again!
"I was being stupid, practicing with some Alchemy I shouldn't have." Edward lied. He thought it was smooth enough, anyway.
"And you didn't treat it right away?" the man asked. He knew the kid, and he knew that Ed wouldn't just let a burn mark go untreated until it became infected.
"Didn't know how." Ed shrugged it off. Even so, the kid knew better than that. Though, what Mustang didn't know was that Edward was too afraid of someone finding out about the wound's origin.
"Well, don't let it happen again." Mustang shook it off. He walked out of the hospital with Riza and that was the end.
Dammit, you could have said something. You could have told them. Why didn't you just tell them? Maybe Tucker was right. You won't tell anyone because it's your fault. You like it too much.
I have to give myself another week since I'm bringing home my baby cousin, who I'll be looking after for a few days. I'm hoping everyone will understand, he's really close to me, and just won't let me take a few minutes to update my Facebook, let alone allow me to write a whole chapter! Don't worry, though, as soon as he goes home, I'll be working on the chapters, and I can get out a bunch of them to update every week again!
Next Update: August 6th.