Yeah this isnt FMA so I dont know where it goes I hope its even legal. Anyway sorry for grammar/spelling errors.
If there’s one thing I’ve noticed about this place, one thing I’ve noticed above all else, its how unbelievably bright it is.
The sun was shining, meticulous, as it seemed to make sure every little beam, every single ray of light would make someone’s already crappy day a little worse. It’s so unbelievably hot. You think I would have been used to this by now. But trust me. I’m not.
The figure trudged forward, sweat trickling down his brow, his back, it- hell he was like Niagara Falls. The being looked forward heaving a heavy sigh as everything around him, beneath him, beside him. Nothing but sand. Nothing but torching agony underneath his soles. His tattered beige cloak, covering him from head to foot, became a murky brown as it began to absorb the moisture.
I hate this place.
The figure looked up to the harsh barren sky, his eyes squinting in the glaring direction of the sun. Taking his large, scarred right hand, he placed it on his brow, attempting to block what little he could of the ball of light. Sighing, the large entity fell back, landing in the burning sand with a large ‘poompf’. HE slowly reached for one of the numerous canteens strung across his back, tapping each one, making a quiet, indignant melody as he checked each for a scare amount of salvation. The tiny tune mocked him, laughing at him, dancing around his mind like Tantalus in the great legends. ‘plink, plink, plink, plink, glunk,” His eyes widened with relief. Stretching his bulky arm over head he grabbed the glunk and pull it forward. Fumbling with the cap as they were soaked with sweat, he soon managed to screw it off. Tilting his head back he opened his mouth taking in what little saving grace he could. Two seconds. The drink lasted long enough for him to wipe the sweat off his brow and for it to reform.
I hate this place.
Grumbling to himself, he screwed the little cap back on, and slung the canteen across his back, letting it rejoin the empty herd. Pulling a small device and a small, wrinkled parchment he stared at it, his eyes closed for concentration. Looking up, then down. Up, down. He soon chuckled to himself, a small gloat. He was closer than he thought. Putting the trinkets away, he slowly took something else off his back, something many would give a quizzical look at. A guitar. He pulled a guitar off his back and began to slowly strum it, trying to ease his mind.
I haven’t forgotten.
Finishing the little tune, he sighed as he placed it across his body once more and clambered back onto his tree trunk legs and began moving onward towards his destiny, mumbling a simple phrase as he trudged forward, onward to his next place of rest, his next place of hope.
I hate this place.
If you hadn’t screwed me over, I’d be thanking you right now, you elitist asshole. But hell. I’ll take what I can get.
The gigantic beast walked into town, finally reaching destination after a week of endless sand. Now its sand with buildings on top. A nice change of pace.
I REALLY. Hate this place.
Slowly fumbling through the streets he looked for a place to relax, lay back. Eat. Something he hadn’t done in over 10 days. His mouth wasn’t the only thing that was grumbling.
Tilting his head, moving his body he began to scour the village, looking for an inn, an abandoned home, a bench, something to take it easy on.
This town is fucking small.
After an hour of searching he finally found a saloon. No… more of a bar…no. it was as tiny as the village. It was a little pub, where everyone would get together and tell stories of heroes, camaraderie, and beautiful women. Well they were going to get another story to tell.
The towering giant lumbered forth, swinging the door open with a small grunt. The intoxicated bar goers didn’t seem to take any notice of him…yet. Eyeing the bartender, a small smile surfaced on his stoned face, as if it were breaking away years of misery; The sadness flaked off a little bit at a time, to show what he was truly feeling, what was stirring, deep in his black abyss of a heart.
God DAMN I could use some booze.
Jaggedly swerving through the masses of men, most well beyond their limits, he found himself a seat at the bar, and coughed, a little form of acknowledgement. The bartender, looking down at his hands as he washed a glass he had just pulled from a drunkard, slowly began to make way to the towering behemoth. ‘BAM.’ Another wasted one had fallen out of his chair, hitting the floor. The bartender nodded at the large man near the door, who nodded in return. The bouncer took the near comatose “gentleman” and abruptly tossed him out the door, slapping his hands together getting rid of the drunken grime.
Coughing again, the bartender pulled up to the towering hulk of a man, still looking down at the glass he was washing.
“What’ll it be?” The bartender asked, breathing on the glass and wiping a spot off.
A low, slightly gruff, voice responded, “What’s cheapest?”
“Well,” the bartender replied, “I got some crap in the back I’ll give you for free. It’s old. Real old. Beyond any form of saving grace if you catch my drift.” He chuckled, turning around to put the glass back on the shelf.
“I’ll take it.” The gargantuan answered.
With a slight chuckle, the bartender laughed as he pivoted, “You do realize I was kidding ri-“ The bartender stumbled back into his shelf, rattling it about causing a bottle to fall off. Shooting out his arm, the giant caught the bottle before it hit the ground.
“This one looks good.” He said stoicly. “How much is it?”
With a slight chatter in his teeth the bartender stammered out, “It…it’s….. It’s on the house…”
Tossing the bottle up in the air, the beast shot out his arm once more, catching the bottle and flicking out the cork in one swift movement. He tilted his head back, removing the hood from his cloak, revealing a scarred face, a rough face, and horrible images. Putting the bottle to his lips he took the whole bottle down in one gulp.
If there is anything I thank this world for its booze.
Putting the bottle back down on the bar, he placed the hood once more over his head and slowly began to walk out of the bar. As he opened the door he heard a slight trembling voice, as it seemed the entire bar was looking at him now.
“…Where… wha… what is with that scar?” A troubled bartender asked.
Grating his teeth, the behemoth gave a snort and turned to the door, slamming it open, then shut, leaving a bewildered pub behind him.
I Hate this Place.
I don’t think the pain will ever go away.
The being was clutching his chest, as he fumbled onward through the town, a grimace appearing on his face. Dusk was coming. The great beast began to look around once more for some sign of shelter. As he stumbled along he found a tree. A tree in the middle of a ghost town, in the middle of a barren desert.
…what the hell?
However the tree was big, and the area beneath it was cool. And it was somewhere for him to rest. Shuffling over he fell underneath the plant was a thud, sighing as he rested his tired and worn back against it. Pulling the hood further across his face, and resting his guitar by his side he tried to fall asleep for the first time in days.
He didn’t sleep very long.
He awoke to a little cry. A girl. Something was scared. He tried to shrug it off. Rolling over he clasped his ears with his monstrous hands. Harder. Harder. Harder. He kept pushing them into the sides of his skull harder, harder, and harder to drain out the sound.
Lemme guess. It’s a test right? Lets make my life worse? Fine. I’ll get it. Asshole.
Unplugging his ears he heard the cry again. Getting up on his haunches he listened more closely. The fear had turned to pain. Her pain had become his pain. Clutching his chest he fell to the ground, twisting, choking, writhing in his and her agony.
“OKAY I GET IT!” He bellowed, screaming out in his gruff voice. As the pain began to subside he began to jog in the direction of this unbearable pain. Swerving through the remnants of the days market he stopped for a quick second to get a bearing on the pain he was feeling.
You know.. if you want me to do something, give me some sign don’t just quit in the middle.
THROB. His chest began pounding again and he fell to his knees, his face contorted in despair. Clenching his teeth and holding his chest, he used his open hand to slam the ground, cracking the very ground beneath him, sending a unusually long crack to his right. The pain subsided, and he slightly smiled, but not enough to let him see.
Following the direction of the crack he once again heard the screams. But this time they were more than audible. He dashed around a nearby building on the very edge of town and found what he was looking for, but grunted at the sight of it.
A young girl was pinned against a building, she couldn’t have been 13 years old, and two men were up against her, touching her, one with a knife.
“NO!” She screamed, tears running down her face. “I don’t want this! No!”
The man with the knife looked at his partner and cackled, whispering words in a language the girl couldn’t understand, or barely decipher.
But the behemoth knew it.
“Let the girl go.” The giant stammered, walking up to the two men. The pair looked at each other and smiled, laughing. They yelled back in the unintelligible tongue.
His face contorting, twisting, the behemoth became angry, enraged, and screamed out again in the very way the pair was.
“LET HER GO.” He bellowed with such a roar that the very ground beneath them shook.
The pair was dumbfounded. Staggering backwards, their confidence seemed lost. “How… how can you understand our language?”
The behemoth grimaced once more, stripping himself of his cloak, revealing his large body in full. Scars ran all across his body, scars of all kinds, predominantly burns and cuts. But most noticeable were the marking on his arms, chest, and face.
The pair stared wide eyed at the giant beast. “WHAT!?” the knifer screamed. “How! HOW CAN YOU STILL BE ALIVE!?”
The beast grunted as he staggered forward. “ I don’t really know either but I will not stand for this.” As he moved closer the knifer close din on the nearly passed out girl. Taking his knife, he slowly slid it across her throat, very lightly as to mildly break the skin. A small line of blood began to find its way down her small neck.
“NO!” she screamed, kicking and fighting against her oppressors.
“Leave us… or I WILL kill her.” The knifer exclaimed, a malicious smile marking his etched face, His compatriot now gaining back some confidence he approached the great beast.
“Come any closer and I will kill you.” The beast said unmoving, impassable. The knifer drew closer to the girl as he cackled, shouting out something in his native tongue. The other man jumped toward the behemoth only to be met with a giant arm. Shooting out his arm in a flash, the towering giant caught the man in mid air, holding him by the neck with a single hand. “I warned you.” Shutting his eyes he began to shout, screaming, his eyes rolling back into his head. His body began to emanate an odd white light that soon coalesced his entire being. The 4 predominant markings began to glow brightly, shining, blinding. Letting out a scream the light shout down the beasts arm and gathered din his fist, now coalescing the attacking man. “Goodbye.” With a scream form the beats, the light enveloped the attacker and in a flash of bright light, he was gone. Releasing his grip, tiny ashes fell from his hand as he turned to the knifer. “Now. Let. Her. Go.”
The knifer began to tremble, his legs shaking and his knees knocking. His knife got closer to the girls neck, it rocked back and forth with the shivering body of her captor.
“You have Three options. Tell me how you both got here, and die. Run away, and die. Or Die. I would like the 1st one.” The beast chuckled, putting his shimmering arm down by his side, the glowing light disappearing back into the scars.
The knifer began to tremble hard and took the second option. Throwing the knife at the beast, he tried to run off falling down, as his legs were too frightened to help him.
Were we always such cowards?
Summoning the mighty light once more he took the white aura and put it all in his arm once more. Jumping up in the air, he slammed back down into the ground splitting the very rock, sending a giant crackling wave at the knifer. Reaching its destination it sent the assailant careening out of town into a near by sand dune. Walking over to him, the beats placed his hand on the head of the cowardly attacker. The assailant began to beg for his life and the beast began to squeeze harder.
“You are not meant to be here. Be gone.” A third time summoning the white light he once more put it in his fist. Squeezing as hard a possible he turned his head away to avoid the gruesome sight. As he looked back the attacker had completely vanished. He sighed, his task now over, and walked back to the trembling girl. As he got closer she shied away, too afraid to run.
“Look. I’m not going to hurt you. If I was going to I’d have done it by now. Are you okay?” the beast asked.
The girl moseyed on a little closer, trying to form coherent speech. “Yea…. Now I... now I am… thank you…”
“You’re welcome.” The beast turned around, and looked for his cloak. Finding it, he threw it on and began to walk off till he felt a slight tug.
“Who… are you?” The girl asked, the fear dissipating.
The giant grunted and turned around to face her. “I no longer have a name.” He thought reflecting on his troubled past. Pushing the thoughts aside he tried to walk away again and felt a tug once more.
“What… why do you have such scars?” The girl asked.
“It’s none of your concern…” The nameless one answered, beginning to get agitated. A third time. Walked away, a tug.
“Are you… going anywhere in particular?” The girl asked shyly, shuffling her feet.
Heaving a heavy sigh he knelt down beside the girl and looked her in the eye. “No. And from the way you are approaching me, I would assume you don’t either. You’re an orphan I presume and you are trying to find something right?”
The girl fell back a bit, startled. “That’s right.. how did you know?”
“It was obvious. And I also guess you want to go with me, right?” The behemoth sighed, leaning against a wall. “I don’t think that’s a great ide-“ His chest began to throb violently, he fell over on his side, once again grimacing, the unbearable pain flowing through out his body, mostly his arms.
The girl ran up to him shaking him and screaming, tears beginning to form. “Are you alright!? What’s wrong!?”
He swatted her away, and the pain began to subside. Sitting up he leaned against a wall. “My pain is… my burden to bear.” He slowly tried to stand up but once again fell over. “I don’t need you or anyone else.” THROB. The pain returned more violent than before.
You are one sick and twisted bastard, you know that?
Screaming out once more in pain, the pain left again and he looked in the crying girl’s eyes. “What’s your name?”
With a slight sniffle she smiled and managed to let out a small, “Alyssa…”
“Well Alyssa,” The beast smiled back, a smile no one had see in many ages, “If you want to come with me, I won’t mind. It seems someone would prefer it that way.” He grumbled looking at the darkening sky. “You just have to put up with where I want to go.”
Rubbing her nose and wiping her tears Alyssa looked back at the beast. “Thank you…” she smiled helping him to stand up. “uhm if we are going to be traveling together… I need to give you a name…” She stated, wrinkling her brow for some good ideas.
The beats rolled his eyes and began to walk off, facing the sun set, creating an ellipse like silhouette. Outstretching his arms in a big yawn, the young girl’s eyes lit up. “I know what I’m gonna call you. I’m gonna name you after your marks!”
Giving a small grunt the beast turned around and faced his new friend with a quizzical look. “They have a name?”
“Yeah they do…” The girl smiled. “Form now on… your name, is Cross!”