Genre: Supernatural/Romance (Also includes Drama and Horror)
Pairings: Edward/Winry and Roy/Riza
Disclaimer: I have no ownership rights to FMA. I’m just an obsessed fan, who wanted to write a story involving some of the characters from the anime/manga.
Special thanks to: Hiromu Arakawa, Square-Enix, Bones, Funimation, and Viz, for bringing FMA to life, and also fullmetal-alchemist.com, for posting my fanfiction.
Summary: After being viciously mauled by an enigmatic chimera and left for dead, Edward begins to change, not mentally, but physically. The thought-to-be chimera discovers his mistake, and goes back to finish what he started, only to find truth in the phrase: “What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.”
Chapter 1 - First Change
I shot up, and immediately surveyed my surroundings. "A military hospital... Good," I breathed with a relieving sigh. Then I remembered.
I reached up, with my left hand, and stroked the right side of my face. Instead aggravating opened wounds, I patted soft skin, with the exception of some light stubble.
This is odd... Wait, how the hell can I use my left arm? My shoulder was ripped to shreds by that... thing.
I turned and unraveled the tightly woven, blood-soaked bandages on my left shoulder, and discovered that there were no gaping tears in my stiff muscles. There was a dull ache, but not enough to make me wince.
Okay, this is weird. I need to go find Al.
I slowly eased myself off the high hospital bed, feeling my real leg touch the cool linoleum, and hearing the small tap of my bare auto-mail leg, as it made contact with the floor. Feelings of minor nausea made tip back and support myself against the bed. Once it subsided, I looked over to the door in my room. It was closed, and most likely locked. Alphonse wasn’t in here. I didn’t panic though, this was a safe environment, and Alphonse could certainly be able to take care of himself.
Glancing over to my left, I noticed an open door. I could see the outline of a toilet and a tub from where I stood. There had to be a sink in there as well.
I need to wash my face; I’m starting to get a bit sweaty.
I swayed over to the gap between both doors as another wave of nausea came, causing me to trip and bump my head against the wall. The shock from the hit echoed, sending tremors through my skull, making me feel like my whole world was spinning out of control. I slid down the wall, and slumped to the floor, putting my head in my hands.
All of my muscles seemed to shut off, making me fall forward, smacking my head against the solid linoleum, and sending another tremor run through me. My stomach convulsed and my mouth filled up with spit.
Damn, I need to get to the bathroom!
A sudden burst of energy came to me, and I hurled myself off of the floor, scrambling on all fours to the bathroom doorway. Pulling myself up, I flipped up the toilet lid, not even caring to turn on the light, and vomited whatever had been previously lying in my stomach. Clinging to the side of the toilet, I closed my eyes, and took shallow breathes. The dizziness disappeared instantly, and my vision became clear. With the moonlight shining through my window, I peered down into the bowl, and found that all that had come up was discolored liquids.
I raised my numb left arm and feebly pushed down the toilet handle, swirling away the vomit and its putrid smell. My muscles have never felt this drained of energy before. Even though the tremors were gone, I was still sweating and shaking. With all the strength I could muster, I leaned into the back of the toilet, and pulled myself up. I looked back toward the doorway, and saw the light switch, on the left side, next to the sink. Taking small, slow steps, I made my way over to the sink and flicked on the light.
The brightness from the light was surreal. What kind of light bulb did they put in here? Even with my eyes closed, the light shone strong through my eyelids, and I had to put one hand over my brow and try to block out the rest of it. My senses weren't my own tonight, probably because I've been passed out in a hospital bed for a week or two.
My taste buds came to life and I felt an overwhelming acidic flavor, on the back of my tongue. I felt myself gagging, but I didn't want to wretch again. Not only because I was starting to feel better, but because my stomach felt so empty, that there probably was nothing else that would come up. That's when I realized that I couldn't have possibly been out for a week. The doctors and nurses would have awoken me and given me something to eat within a day or two. My famished gut proved my fatigued mind wrong.
As I had been thinking about the time I've stayed in the hospital, my eyes adjusted enough to the light so I could squint my eyes open. I saw my reflection in the mirror, placed above the basic designed facet, in front of me. My eyes looked sunken in and lifeless, and my lips and cheeks were pale. Basically, I looked like shit.
Clearing out my throat, I turned on the cold water and watched it run down the drain. I cupped my hands together and splashed the refreshing water on my face a couple of times. I relaxed and repeated the process a once more, and then shut off the water, reaching over for a neatly folded towel, hung conveniently on the bowl of the sink. I dragged the towel down my face and looked back into the mirror, realizing my reflection was replaced with something else.
I froze and stared at it in horror. Its malicious, golden eyes bore holes into my very soul, under its blonde-colored bangs. It seemed like it was Al’s height, and just as bulky, maybe even more due to its fur. Its wolfish muzzle quivered, showing off bits of fangs underneath its blackened lips. A metallic glint came off of its left shoulder and arm. My curiosity grabbed hold of me and forced me to look down at its left arm, and all at once, I could feel my heart stop beating.
The monster in the mirror wasn’t from the attack... It was my own reflection.
I screamed at the realization, causing my mirror image to roar back at me. In a sudden mix of fear and anger, I punched the mirror with my right arm, shattering it down the middle, and sending pieces of it all over the bathroom’s sink and floor.
My head began to pound, and it felt like it was going to explode. I gripped it, still yelling out from emotions to strong for a human to coup with. I heard drums. The sound of tribal drums beating faster and faster in my head. They echoed the same rhythm growing louder with each beat.
Rage surged through me, forcing my muscles to convulse. My skin felt like it was on fire. I furiously grabbed the collar of my no longer loose shirt and tore it open, and then threw the pieces to the floor. I grabbed my pant legs and ripped them completely off, with one tug.
It wasn’t enough though. It still felt like a damn inferno in the room! My neck muscles snapped my head backward, and I felt the chain from the light bulb smack me across the face.
That’s where the heat is coming from...The light... Shut it off! SHUT IT OFF!
A deep bellowing cry sounded from my hoarse throat, as I pulled back my arm, and then smashed my fist into the light bulb, then fell forward in the doorway.
I figured my Auto-Mail leg had given out. Ignoring it, I tried to bring myself up, but fell back onto my stomach, just outside of the bathroom door.
Why the hell can’t I get up?!
Before I could look at my legs and arms, a massive wave of pain shot through me. I could hear and feel my bones snapping, my muscles tearing off and growing in bulkier shapes. Every pour on my body began to sprout long, thick, golden fur.
My boxers, the only clothing I had left, managed to last through all of this. Then, I heard them rip open, as my tailbone extended four times its normal length. I wailed in pain as I struggled to creep into the shadowy corner, on the right side of the room.
Making it to the other side, I plopped my monstrous, deformed body on the floor. My left hand had turned into a massive wolf paw, with broad, clawed fingers. I wheezed the air out of my muzzle, closing my eyes, and whining softly. I felt fear began to settle back into me. All I wanted to do was cry. I didn’t know what else to do. My body wasn‘t even my own anymore.
My ears perked up, as the sound of a small knock came from the hallway door. I wearily turned my head toward the door, seeing the shadow of a pair of feet, blocking the dim hallway light.
I recognized the soft, concerned voice right away. My breath caught in my throat.
“Edward,” Winry called again. “Are you alright?”
The fear that began to fester in the pit of my stomach transformed into something else. An intense feeling of rage and bloodlust filled my mind.
Why the hell is Winry here? Of all people, why did she have to hear me screaming?
I growled and slammed my malformed skull against the floor, trying to suppress my vicious feelings. However, it backfired, and I only grew madder. I managed to silence myself when I heard the door unlatch and creak open. Peering from my dark corner, I saw Winry walk in and stop, staring down at my empty bed with confusion written all over her face. For some strange reason, I couldn’t help but think she looked beautiful, when she was standing in the moonlight. Taking in a breath, my mutated vocal chords resonated, causing a small groan emitted from my throat.
Winry turned to my direction immediately, shocked and worried at the same time. I thought for sure she had seen me, but she took a step forward, and called my name again.
"Edward, is that you? Are you alright?"
I couldn't give a positive answer to either of those questions. I wasn't even sure if it was correct to call me by name anymore. In my point of view, I wasn't so much as half the human I used to be.
I tried to push myself up with my auto-mail arm, but only rose a few feet, and thudded back down. That's when I discovered why I fell, and why I couldn't prop myself back up. My auto-mail arm and leg didn't grow along with the rest of my body, making them look and feel dwarfish in size. I knew right away that Winry had heard me.
"Edward!" She said and started to rush toward me.
I couldn't hold myself back, any longer. If she saw me, she'd scream, and if she screamed, I'd go insane. In this state and form, I had no idea what I was capable of doing. I could hurt her, or even worse, kill her. I'd never be able to live with myself if I did such a thing. Poor Al would suffer the consequences as well.
I opened my mouth to say: “Get back!”, but it came out in an undecipherable tongue that I’d never spoken before. All I had said was a mixture of loud growls and grunts.
Winry stopped and took a step back. Something changed in the room, and I could feel fear again, but this time, the fear wasn’t mine. It was Winry’s.
No, Winry... Don’t be afraid of me...
A force, unknown even to myself, made me move forward, and I could feel the moonlight hit my muzzle as I stuck it out from my dark corner of the room.
Winry’s eyes grew wide with horror, running backwards until she hit the wall on her side of the room.
Don’t run away!
I leaped out, causing her to scream and cower, as she fell to the floor. I didn’t reach her though, since I was actually just jumping with one leg. I stayed where I had crashed onto the floor, letting my body go limp. Seeing Winry afraid made me feel like shit, especially since I was the one she feared.
She looked down at me, lying a few feet in front of her, and I understood that she saw my auto-mail arm and leg. I watched her facial expression change, and knew that she recognized me. The feeling of her fear disappeared, and was soon replaced with another emotion: Empathy.
I could see her eyes gleaming with tears, as she brought her left hand up to cover her quivering lips. She hiccupped from the tears, making her shoulders shake, and causing a lonely tear to fall from her face and splash down on the linoleum. Her clear blue eyes made direct contact with mine, and she lowered her hand away from her mouth.
“Edward?” she said; her voice trembling.
My only way of replying was with a low whine, and then try to reach out to her with my overgrown, pawed arm. I left it suspended, hoping she would hold onto it. Instead, she turned her head away from me, letting out a sob, and covering her mouth again. I wanted to cry with her, but I couldn’t shed a tear.
I rested my head down on the floor, closing my eyes. I felt as if I had torn apart our friendship. I didn’t know if I’d be able to change back to normal, or if I’d be stuck like this forever. How could I live out the rest of my life like this?
Suddenly, I felt something warm on my muzzle. I opened my eyes to see one of Winry’s small hands lovingly stroking my damp nose. I was glad to see she wasn’t crying anymore. I could even feel a since of happiness coming from her, and I began to feel better myself.
She had accepted me back into her heart. But I started wondered if I had ever left it at all.
“It’ll be okay, Ed,” I heard Winry say, as I began to finally doze off. My vision faded to black, and I drifted off to sleep. All the while I could hear Alphonse’s footsteps, clanking coming down the hallway, and his concerned voice shout out for Winry and I.
If you were wondering about the attack, it will be explained in the next chapter. I wanted to put the first chapter in Edwards POV, because it would be easier then describing everything in third person. I hope I stayed in character, but I think there were some parts were I strayed away a bit. Thank you for reading, and leave a quick reply, if you have the time.
With openness and respect,