Aug 6 2005, 09:09 PM
Here's the official summery...
Scar goes back to the Ishbalan camp and leanrs more about the people there, as well as more about himself and the bonds people share.
WARNING: some blood and gore...
The moment he woke up, he regretted it. The pain was intense, almost unreal, spreading throughout his body like wildfire. From his head to his toes, nothing but agony. It took a while for his lazy eyes to open and analyze what was happening, where he was, if he was dead or not.
The moment his eyes began to scan the room, a curtain opened. His already injured eyes were exposed to violent sunlight. In the curtain the Ishbalan man saw a familiar child with brown hair and red eyes. The boy couldn’t be older then 14 or 15, he was skinny and lanky.
“Come on… time to be fed.” The boy said practically dropping the bowl of stew next to him, “What? You need me to feed you like some sort of infant?”
The curtain opened again and another child ran in, he heard the sound of his sandals tapping on the ground. This boy’s head was wrapped in a bandanna, he looked about 8.
“Brother! He’s injured! Don’t talk to him like that!” the young boy crouched on the floor beside his brother,
“What does it matter anyway, Rick? He’s just gonna leave and end up nearly killing himself… I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s dead right now and I’m trying to feed a corpse!”
The older boy scraped some cold stew out of the bowl with a spoon and hovered it over the man’s lips.
“Now eat something will ya?”
Scar closed his eyes tighter and grunted in response. He was hardly in the mood for food. He wanted to be left alone and just sleep. It was all too much to take in right now and the boy’s loudness was getting on his nerves.
I must look pathetic.
He despised having to be taken care of as much as he needed it. Though the fact he had been here before comforted him slightly, even though he figured he was just plain pissing his comrades off by now; Still, better then ending up in the sewers. He could only slightly hear the the boy yelling then the two of them bickering amongst themselves. He took this opportunity to think back on what had happened…
The moon was low in the sky on this clear night. Nobody in central was out at the moment, even the last were going inside. For you’d have to be a fool to be out at this hour. Everyone had heard of the ever so illustrious serial killer, and nobody wanted to be caught in his line of fire. In a nearby alley Scar still held the bloody head of a foolish state alchemist who did not heed these warnings. It was amazing how he could not even feel the slightest bit of regret. It was truly amazing how numb he had become.
“May you pay for your sins.” Scar whispered,
The man fell from his hand with a plop as the former alchemist’s lifeless head hit a puddle, splashing the dirty water on the Ishbalan’s thick boots. Just as he was about to head back, wherever the hell back was, he heard a sultry voice from behind.
“I hope you can clean up this mess, scarred man.”
Before he could even turn all the way around, nails as sharp as daggers pierced his shoulder and sent him back into the wall.
“That nice man was helping me make the philosopher’s stone.” She twisted her nail sending Scar into a world of pain, “But that’s okay, love, you see I always have backup.”
Scar gasped and put a hand over his bloody wound, he squinted hard to see who it was.
“You… look just like… her.”
Putting his tattooed arm to the nail, he felt a rush as the alchemy flowed through him and destroyed the nail. He knew she could grow it back in an instant but this would bide him time. He rolled to the side to avoid another one of her nails. Then shot up with an intensely serious glare.
Almost out of nowhere a massive man knocked Scar back into the wall with his huge gut. This time it left a huge hole in the wall that cracked in different directions. Scar gasped heavily in his newly made hole in the wall. He had heard a bone in his back crack over the sounds of the wall practically caving in... So painful.
But this pain was nothing. The huge man charged at Scar again, but before he could reach him Scar kicked him in the stomach (he had a rather large target) sending the round homunculus into Lust. She eventually struggled herself out from under Gluttony and extended her nails to attack a tired Scar. He weakly pushed himself out of the hole in the wall, avoiding Lust’s nails by only inches, and fell to the ground, still gasping. He raised his tattooed arm to attack but was only met with the nails which went straight through his hand and pinned it to the ground, preventing him from using his arm
“I advised you to stay out of my way… and my plans, Mr. Scarred man.” She walked to him slowly sending more pain throughout his body,
Scar narrowed his eyes,
“You’re plans... are what’s… in the… way.” He breathed
Lust laughed smugly, “Oh that’s right! My desires aren’t holy are they?” she teased, twisting her nail causing Scar to finally groan with pain,
“Can I eat him?” Gluttony asked looking at the struggling man with nothing but sick hunger,
Lust gently patted her hungry companion on the head.
“You should go on a diet…. At least wait until I’m done with him first.”
There wasn’t much that scared Scar; not anymore anyway. His fear like many other emotions had been drained from him. But as he was lying here helplessly before these cold, soulless monsters he truly did feel fear. He didn’t show it however. He simply struggled and glared. Resisting the urge to widen his eyes or twitch.
Without warning the sultry woman extended the nails on her other hand and repetedly slashed Scar across the stomach. This time he did cry out only once, the rest of the time he painfully clenched his teeth, twisting his head from side to side. Blood flowed freely from his wounds like a river. Using only one nail this time she stabbed Scar in the chest barely missing his lungs and heart. With a cruel laugh Lust ever-so-slowly dragged her nail down from his chest to his right leg, making a trail of blood all the way to his foot. As she continued her tortures he felt weaker and weaker, what was going on around him was all a blur, he had already lost too much blood and was beginning to close his eyes.
“Um…Lust?” the Fat man tugged at Lust’s dress, “Lust!?”
Lust irritably looked at her hopeless pet,
“What is it? Haven’t I told you before? It’s rude to interrupt someone when their busy.”
Gluttony pointed a pudgy finger at the wall that he had forced Scar into. The massive hole he had left was beginning to cave in. Peices of brick and rock began to fall in small pieces then large chunks more towards the top, until the entire alley was on the verge of caving on top of them.
“Oh my.” Lust said with fake enthusiasm, “Staying here would be quite pointless…”
The two sins jumped reaching massive heights then disappeared into the night as the alley caved in on top of Scar.
A cry of agony pierced the night.
Aug 7 2005, 11:41 AM
Oooh, nice, I want more! It might be just me but I imagined Scar being covered in blood and the fight being real crazy as if Lust was some kind of Jack the Ripper. I really gotta get out of those violent games!
*stares* Oh...my...dear...Ishabala...I think I might cry. That's really sad. Well written, but sad. Good job.
Aug 8 2005, 10:02 PM
The bandages were tight, itchy, and generally more uncomfortable then the incident itself. Scar heard a loud clink as Leo violently threw the spoon at the ground,
“I give up!” he threw up his hands, “You are the most stubborn, hopeless person ever! If you don’t want to be here maybe you should try not being an idiot in the first place!”
Scar still didn’t respond, he appeared deep in thought. Was he supposed to say something? Rick wanted to respect the man’s space. He gazed at the older man, looking both worried and affectionate,
“Please eat.” The little boy said sweetly tilting his head.
The curtain opened
“What’s happening in here!?” A large bald man asked from the doorway, “Child I could hear you’re yelling from my tent!”
Leo bowed respectively then looked back at his little brother who took the hint and also bowed.
“Chief! It wasn’t my fault it’s just- This stupid guy isn’t listening to me at all! It’s not fair! All we’re trying to do is help him!” Leo looked down, “Anyways, it doesn’t matter now… I give up.”
The chief nodded knowingly, “I see… yes he can be quite stubborn.” He said as he kneeled beside his ex-student, “If you don’t mind I’d like to talk to him alone.”
The two immediately left the tent, happy to be able to get on with their lives. It was clear Leo didn’t much care for Scar. Rick however respected him. Scar was the quiet, mysterious man he always wanted to know more about. Him, and that arm… it was all so mysterious, all so exciting. The moment after they left the tent Leo switched into super protective brother mode, “thatguystheweirdestpersoneverifheevercomeshereagainexpectinghelphesgotanotherthingcoming!” Rick just nodded
The chief didn’t talk for a while, just looked off into the distance, he could clearly remember when this man was a child and his brother before that.
“I hope you’re not expecting us to just let you leave again… without an explanation.”
Somehow, he knew that was exactly, that was what he was planning to do.
“Though... it doesn’t matter if you’ve got an explanation or not… you’re staying right here. Until you’re healed anyway.”
He didn’t fucking want to stay at this place, he wasn’t like them, he couldn’t. Spending your life in one place, just one place for the rest of your life, eating in the same place you ate yesterday, sleeping in the same place you’ve slept for weeks… While there were still so many state alchemists. Though he was certain that wasn’t the only reason he couldn’t stay at this place.
Scar responded with a lazy grunt.
“That’s what I thought… You know you’ve always been this way even when you were young.”
Nice, a good old trip down memory lane. Why was it that the time he had the urge to kill someone, it was when he was with the people he was trying to avenge?
“When you sprained your ankle.”
Stop talking now.
“On that rock.”
“Yes… I remember.” Scar said to get the chief to stop talking and, truth be told, he didn’t remember.
Scar managed to ease himself into a sitting position. The bruises on his back pressing against the hard back of the bed were very painful but he had had his share of feeling like some sort of helpless infant.
“If you’re strong enough to sit up... you can eat too.” The chief shoved the cold stew in front of him, “and don’t use your right arm.”
Scar sighed and reluctantly took a small bite of the stew. It tasted terrible. Probably from sitting out so long. Or perhaps he had just forgotten what real food tasted like from living off stolen junk food.
“You’re lucky you’re alive…”
Scar choked down another bite,
“Ishbalaa must still be on your side… you’re very lucky indeed. I’m sure your brother is watching over you also.”
Now Scar truly felt sick to his stomach. The chief left the tent leaving Scar sitting there… the disgusting stew in front of him. God, did he not want to be here. When you leave a place of emotional attachment, you feel pain. When he left Ishbal he certainly felt it. Maybe that was why he couldn’t stay in one place for long. Was he afraid of attachment? Was he afraid of the pain? He pushed the stew away and went back to a laying position, slowly closing his eyes.
Clink, clink, clink!
A giant metal suit of armor was running though the sidewalk, ignoring the confused, scared glances of the people he was passing by. Maybe he was the only person who had heard the news. Edward had decided to stay in bed. The armor stopped in front of a former alley. In the middle of a circle of crime scene ribbons was a pile of rubble; bricks, rocks, dust, scattered about everywhere. There were small pieces of the alley that were still intact, small almost uneven arches that stuck out of the ground. He saw familiar people in blue military uniforms inspecting pieces of the rubble. Police cars, people taking notes, clearly the scene of a crime, just the
place he wanted to be. Carefully guiding himself through the crowd, he slowly made his way to the yellow ribbons and stepped over them.
Al ran over to the man with short black hair, he was dressed in casual; clearly the major had just woken up.
“Major! Major! Was there a body!?” Al asked in a worried tone,
Please… please… I hope he’s not dead. Those people, they need him. He doesn’t deserve to die!
Hughes yawned and adjusted his crooked glasses, looking boredly at a pad of paper.
“Not that we’ve found.” he said, “It’s like that guys immortal or something. There’s evidence that someone helped him out of there though.” He pointed with a pen over to a huge red stain marked with white chalk. “Big trail of blood, either he’s being helped or somebody killed him and dragged him over there. We’re thinking
there was a fight after he killed Ironwood…”
“Yeah, a State Alchemist… and a hell of a good one at that.” He lowered his tone to a whisper, “Just think Roy... that could’ve been you.” He said to himself. turning back to Al he continued, “Someone who worked with Ironwood might’ve been the one to pick a fight with Scar. What I wanna know is who would be stupid enough to do that?”
He’s alive then…
Scar lazily opened his eyes from to see Rick hovering over him
“Hi. Are you feeling better?” The boy smiled warmly
“Barely.” Scar replied sternly, as he registered what was happening.
Rick nodded, “No one was expecting you to wake up you know! People were placing bets and everything!” The boy smiled, “Did you know that an alley caved on top of you!?”
Scar listened to the boy but still wanted him to stop talking. It was clear that the child truly wanted to talk to Scar
“Yes… I know.” Scar responded lightly
The child moved from the side of Scar’s bed and sat at the foot of it. Scar could only watch, he wasn’t exactly going to tell him to get off, even though he knew this meant the kid intended on staying for a while.
“But… I bet it was that tattoo that saved you right?”
Scar nodded solemnly, even though that was a lie.
“I heard the chief say… that it was someone who died in your family who saved you also!”
Scar’s eyes widened, so his master had told him about what happened? And his brother? He knew what happened to the kid’s mother so… he might understand but…he had no right to tell.
“Was the member close Scar-san?”
At least he was vague when he told the kid.
“Yes… very close.” Scar made eye contact with the boy, something he hardly ever did; it sort of scared the child at first until he realized that this meant the older man was starting to take interest.
Damn... he really did tell the kid everything.
“Yes. I suppose master told you everything.”
“No...” Rick said with a slight smile, “I just guessed!”
Scar gave the child a knowing look, as if he knew he was lying,
“How could you guess that?”
Rick thought for a moment, his red eyes had a certain shine in them. The type of shine that you would normally find in someone much older. Someone who could see right through you and feel you.
The boy leaned over, he looked sad. Not a sad that would make you cry but a hopeful and of sad, something that only a child could express.
“Because… I can see that you’re hurting.” Rick’s voice was just barely above a whisper, “When we lost mom, we were hurting, but it was okay because Leo was there to hurt with me. If I lost Leo, I would probably be hurting like you too, Scar-san.”
Scar closed his eyes. The kid was much smarter then he had given him credit for he had to admit. He felt the corners of his lips press up into the slightest hint of a smile.
“Hey! I brought cards!” Rick said immediately changing the subject, “You like cards!? Do you want to play!? I could teach you!”
Scar still in a slight trance gave a small nod.
l.l...*huggles Rad* IT'S SO COOL!
Aug 10 2005, 05:51 PM
Thanks, Kit.. I just wish more people would reply..
Aug 14 2005, 07:43 AM
Rick shuffled and divided the cards then put a pile in front of himself and plopped a pile in front of Scar. He looked incredibly happy, it was almost scary. Scar sat up and picked up his half of the deck, looking through the cards.
“No!” Rick scolded, “We’re playing E.R.S. you’re not supposed to look at the cards!” Scar raised an eyebrow as the young Ishbalan grabbed the cards from him and started shuffling them rapidly.
“I see.” Scar said, taking the cards back from the child,
Rick flipped one of his cards over, it was a two.
“You do the same now!” Rick said happily
Scar looked at his pile of cards and flipped over a five. It went on like this for a while, Rick pulled a 4, Scar pulled an 8. 10, 6, 7. When finally Rick flipped over a King. Scar put a card down on top of it, expecting Rick to put down another card. But the kid just looked at him like he was crazy.
“No!” he said, “You put down three! Three cards not one!”
Scar looked down at the pile of cards, wondering if he had missed something,
“Why would I do that?”
Rick laughed, “’Cause it’s a king… you put down three for a king! And four for and ace and one for a Jack and two for a Queen!”
Scar just nodded, looking sternly at the cards, he’d never felt so stupid, especially around a child.
“We do this for all face cards then?”
Rick nodded happily,
“What’s the objective of the game then?”
“To get all the cards! You don’t listen very well Scar-san.” Rick collected the piled of cards in the middle and placed them in his deck, then slapped down an Ace, “I think I’m gonna win!”
Al sat cross legged on the floor which he had covered in news papers and books. He picked up a newspaper and began turning the pages rapidly.
“Ishbalan camps… Ishbalan camps…” his glowing eyes skimmed the paper but found nothing, “There has to be something… a location… news... anything.” He continued skimming,
He was interrupted when a short boy with blonde hair knocked on his armor from behind, making a huge gong like noise that vibrated inside him for a while.
“What’s all this?” Ed asked, shaking off a piece of newspaper that had gotten stuck to his shoe.
“Oh! Brother!” Al gave him a look like a deer caught in headlights. He covered up the newspapers and books with his huge metal arms to hide them from his big brother, “It’s nothing! Really!”
Ed raised an eyebrow,
“C’mon let me see!” he begged trying to pull Al’s massive arms off the books,
“No brother it’s not important!”
Several hours and cards later Scar finally figured out what was going on.
“Rick. Did you combine two decks?”
The little boy looked down and nodded slowly. He collected the pile from the middle again and added it to his deck.
“I just wanted the game to last a long time!” the kid whined, starting to feel bad
“Why didn’t you tell me it was two decks then?”
Rick kept putting his first card to the back of the deck over and over again,
“Because I didn’t want you to yell at me!”
Scar looked back at the boy, he seriously was cute. He could just tell if he didn’t say something the kid would be upset all day.
“I wasn’t… going to yell at you.” Scar said with a sigh
Rick perked up,
“Really!?” Rick’s face immediately morphed into a huge smile, it was amazing how many mood swings one boy could have.
He sat beck on the foot of the bed, and then leaned over; giving Scar a big hug... Scar’s eyes widened with a mixture of surprise, and confusion, he raised an eyebrow then twitched when the weight of the small boy started sending pain throughout his chest. Rick gave Scar a sorry look then stopped hugging him, feeling bad for putting his hero in pain.
“Umm…” Rick stuttered nervously
“Rick! Come on!”
Leo trudged angrily into the tent at just the right time. Rick shook his head stubbornly.
“No... I wanna stay! You can play cards with us if you want!”
Leo crossed his arms angrily. Great, so now his own brother was on this freak’s side. Why did they keep taking Scar in? He obviously wasn’t going to stop hurting himself and they were poor enough without using all their supplies on him.
“Why do you want to stay with this old guy anyway?!”
Scar usually didn’t mind most insults. He’d been called a barbarian, a tyrant, a sadistic creep… but never… ever.
“I’m not that old…” Scar breathed,
Leo glared at him,
“Yeah right… and that wasn’t even the point!” he took his brother by the arm
“Stop it!” Rick tugged his arm away, “Stop being like that!”
Leo continued to pull at Rick’s arm while the younger boy continued to tug away. They began to argue about idiotic things, how Rick was always taking in the rats he found in the sewers, how Leo always drank the last of the milk before Rick had any. As they bickered Scar found his body moving precariously towards the edge of the bed.
“Remember that time!? That time when Mom was-“
“Don’t bring Mom into this!”
Leo boomed with such loud anger that Scar finally found himself out of the bed and on the floor with a huge bang. Several bandages had come unwrapped and his head had landed hard against a bookshelf that had been placed next to his bed. The two boys were still shaken, too nervous to know what just happened or what to do…
Edward dangled the newspapers playfully in his hands. He had finally succeeded in taking them from Al and was now skimming through them.
“Al… you only highlighted the parts about them looking for the Ishbal refugees.” Ed’s playful face suddenly grew stern, “This wouldn’t have to do with Scar would it?”
Even though Al had no face Ed could sense by his silence that he was right. But damn it why Scar? Why now?
“Tell me everything… now.” He said in a demanding tone, slapping the newspapers back down on the floor.
“Scar!” Rick said, kneeling beside his hero, “I’m so sorry it wasn’t me!”
Leo stood at the corner of the tent; his arms were crossed as he looked downward with an intensely serious face. Rick was trying his hardest to help Scar up but he was so much bigger then him. Every time he tried to make him sit up his arms would start to ache.
“I thought- We worked that out, Leo she was blind!” Rick turned back to his brother, still straining to help the older Ishbalan who, despite his efforts couldn’t shoo the child away.
“It’s not about mom anymore…” Leo reached into his pocket and pulled out a beaten up envelope, Rick’s eyes widened in a knowing way as he saw the envelope was addressed to them. They both easily recognized the handwriting. “Its Dad.” He gazed at the unopened envelope, unsure of what was inside.
Scar managed to perch himself onto one arm, he gazed up at the teenager at an odd angle as Leo put the envelope back into his pocket, both of their heads hung low.
Thank so much for reading this far. Don’t worry this isn’t ONLY about Rick and Leo… I’ve got plenty of other things up my sleeve. Anyways… this is something that bothered me long after episode 24… yeah, yeah, their mother this, their mother that.. WHAT ABOUT THEIR GOD DAMN FATHER!? Takes two to make a baby ya know!
Like I said thanks for reading and please read the next chapter…
Aug 14 2005, 04:28 PM
Scar learning to play cards...*thinks*...Now that's funny. Good work Rad!
Sep 4 2005, 12:29 PM
more please? I really like it
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