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Fury genfic - better or worse...? ^_~
*evil cackle* This had been in my mind since a long time, I even did an illustration for this story. It's still in progress but I decided to share anyway - after all, this is MY journal, dammit. I think, I'll make two versions of this fic - one PG-rated gen, titled "Red Stone Child", and one R/NC-17-rated slash called "Fall from Grace". Or, if I still have the resized cover art, the titles will switch. XD Have I managed to confuse you completely? GOOD. Now, on with the show.
Kíra, I'll take down your name from the cover. And we have to write that Homunculus!Hughes, GreedxHughes and Breda-Brosh stories.
It felt a little off. Shouldn’t the bad things happen on bad nights when Heaven weeps and thunder growls or the storms roars? The sky was clear, the dark velvet decorated with twinkling stars, it wasn’t a night for killing!
While he hurried on the deserted, sparsely lit streets, Fury wondered which were louder: his running steps or his furiously beating heart. He was halfway to his dorm when he spotted a tall figure stalking in the shadows. It looked surprisingly like that man the whole army was chasing at the moment. The small soldier was in a difficult situation; he knew he shouldn’t oppose the murderer alone but on the other hand, if he would go to make a call now, the tall figure might disappear.
In the end, Fury decided to follow the man. He hoped he mistook him with somebody else and nothing will happen but at the moment, his hopes seemed to go down on the drain. Clutching his pistol firmly, Fury stopped on the corner pressing his back to the wall. The sounds he heard made him wince. With a deep breath, he jumped into the alley, aiming his weapon to whoever there was-
His chocolate eyes widened from horror and disgust. A man lay on the ground, his blue uniform identifying him as a member of the Amestrisian military. His skull was smashed; his blood and brain were splattered on the pavement. The light of the streetlamp bounced off of the fallen item lying next to him. It was a State Alchemist’s silver watch.
The other figure stood tall and proud, half of his form covered by the sharp shadows. On his forehead, the pale cross-mark was almost shining in the darkness. His deep red eyes shone dangerously and such cold flames flickered beneath those ruby mirrors that the small soldier’s blood froze in his veins.
Cain’s hands began to tremble. “S-Scar…” he breathed. The panic paralyzed him completely.
“You saw me,” the Ishbalite hissed on his low voice and he launched toward the small-framed soldier without a warning.
Cain cried out in fright and he blindly pulled the trigger once or twice but he missed the dark body. In the next moment, Scar’s palm met the soldier’s chest, the arrays flared up and-
Cain didn’t even have a chance to comprehend, what happened. He still registered the strong, dark fingers sinking into his body without even meeting any resistance but the pain was there only for a fleeting moment. As the destructive alchemy of the scarred mass-murderer burned its way through his chest, crumbling away skin, bones, muscles and flesh, Fury’s mind stopped. Dark drops of blood floated in the air, spraying from the horrible wound and from Cain’s throat through his mouth opened for a soundless scream. His chocolate eyes turned glassy as his small body fell, hitting the hard, cold pavement with a blunt thud. The blue uniform slowly turned crimson by the heavy-smelling thick liquid oozing from the hole on Fury’s chest.
Scar threw a last glance to the fallen soldier’s honest, innocent face now frozen in the expression of incomprehension. The Ishbalite shook his head somewhat regretfully then left the scene of the murder with quick steps, never even looking back.
A sudden fresh breeze came and cleared away the smell of blood and burned gunpowder from the air.
***
Slow, shuffling steps echoed slightly in the silence covering the streets. A tall, wide figure walked in the deserted alleys clad in a long trench coat and a wide-rimmed hat. A thick scarf was wrapped around his neck despite the nice weather and the faint light broke on his round glasses, lending him a mysterious, unsettling look.
The man stopped in his tracks as he spotted the two bodies. He slouched closer, examining the State Alchemist. Shaking his head, he approached the other soldier. Excitement began to gleam in the pale grayish-blue eyes as a large, furry hand reached out to touch the ashen face.
“So cute…!” Tucker whispered with delight. “You’re almost as pretty as my sweet Nina. You shouldn’t lay here in the cold. I’ll take you home and clean you up.”
With an insane chuckle, the chimera scientist lifted the small body into his arms and left.
***
Back in his lab’s safety, Tucker stripped the soldier from the blood-soaked uniform and washed off the crimson stains from the fair skin. He caressed the black hair fondly, even combed it out neatly. Then, he carried it to one of the tanks in which a little chimera-girl was floating.
“Look, my precious, I brought you a little friend to play with,” Tucker smiled. The chimera-Nina turned her head a little and her soulless eyes stared at the cold, naked body without any emotions. Tucker eyed the small man in his arms. “Hmm, you’re right precious. I should first fix this hole on his chest. Actually, I could even animate him… Yes!” He beamed on his artificial daughter. “I’ll try human transmutation on him. If I can do it now, it’ll be a piece of cake to bring you back. I have some barrels of incomplete stones and no one would miss a few prisoners. Such a great idea! You can be proud of your daddy!”
The soulless chimera’s empty eyes didn’t even stir but Tucker was convinced that his daughter smiled on him appreciatively. Whistling quietly, he placed the body on a table then began to draw the array.
***
I’m being born. Again? No, yes, I don’t care. Air. Cuts like a knife. Light, it hurts my eyes. Pain… white, dark, hot, hot, hot, burning! Air! My lungs ache, moving hurts, stop this! Heart throbs, limbs twitch. A gate…? Sucks me in. What is this? What’s happening? Reddish mist. Smells funny. A hand? Mine? Reaches out. What’s that? Dark. Pain. A body? Mine…? No… Yes. Hurts! What’s this? Who am I…? Is that me…? That small, pale body? Eyes. Violet. Glaring at me. Pain! Fear! No, please…! I don’t want to, no, leave me, hot, hot, it freezes! Let me go, please, please, I WANT TO GET OUT!!
***
Tucker stared down from the table he pulled back on when one of the red stone tanks cracked and the crimson liquid covered the floor. Through the reddish mist, he could make out the last tiny sizzles of the alchemical reaction. He also noticed, that the sedated prisoners – some five of them – were gone. His eyes searched for his specimen and his mouth opened, as he spotted the movement.
The small soldier was nowhere to be found. In the middle of the transmutation circle, a heap of twisted flesh was wheezing which bore no resemblance to a human form. Limbs were sticking out from the wrong places, the ribs were like spikes along the bare spine and the skin didn’t cover the pulsing internal organs.
Tucker stared, feeling slightly nauseous. The experiment was a failure apparently. He absent-mindedly picked up a sheet of paper and a pen to scribble down his observations studiously.
The hideous creature moved, slowly inching forward. Some flesh part of it reached into the reddish puddle on the floor and the movement stopped. The monster didn’t move for a while, just trembled slightly. In the next moment, it launched forward and began to devour the incomplete stone from the floor like a hungry animal.
When Tucker looked up, the pen fell out of his hand. Right before his eyes, a fearful but breathtaking transmutation was displaying. As the formless creature licked up the barrel’s spilled contents, its flesh began to change. The bones moved visibly, the organs rippled and the skin began to crawl upwards to cover them. The minutes passed one after another and the monster on the floor merged into a human’s shape. Now, it looked like before. The body was short, the skin was pale, the limbs all nicely shaped. Very slowly, even the last white spikes disappeared along with the long, sharp fangs in the mouth and the claws on the end of the fingers. The creature kneeling on the floor looked the same as the soldier Tucker found on the street with a hole on his chest.
The small-framed creature continued to clear away the red stone from the floor. When he finished, he walked to the broken tank and after a little hesitating he bent down to drink up the last remains. When the last drop was cleared away, he straightened. Looking around, he suddenly caught his own reflection in the glass. His violet eyes widened as he stepped closer and examined his own form with awe. “So pretty…!” he breathed with delight. He spun on his heels and turned to the chimera scientist, who was still crouched on the top of the table with his mouth open from astonishment.
“Am I pretty?” the small creature demanded. His violet eyes shone arrogantly.
Tucker blinked, then shook his head and finally smiled. “Yes, you’re very pretty. Hmm, could you tell me why did you eat all the red stones?”
“I was hungry,” the small-framed homunculus shrugged. “It was delicious.”
Tucker fetched another pen and made a few notes, until the small creature stepped closer to him and pulled on his fur with an annoyed look. “Pay attention to me!”
The chimera scientist smiled and after placing his papers to the side, he embraced his creation. “Don’t worry lovely, I will.
~EDIT: 2005-VII-26 ~ Re-written here and there. *polish-polish*
Kíra, I'll take down your name from the cover. And we have to write that Homunculus!Hughes, GreedxHughes and Breda-Brosh stories.
It felt a little off. Shouldn’t the bad things happen on bad nights when Heaven weeps and thunder growls or the storms roars? The sky was clear, the dark velvet decorated with twinkling stars, it wasn’t a night for killing!
While he hurried on the deserted, sparsely lit streets, Fury wondered which were louder: his running steps or his furiously beating heart. He was halfway to his dorm when he spotted a tall figure stalking in the shadows. It looked surprisingly like that man the whole army was chasing at the moment. The small soldier was in a difficult situation; he knew he shouldn’t oppose the murderer alone but on the other hand, if he would go to make a call now, the tall figure might disappear.
In the end, Fury decided to follow the man. He hoped he mistook him with somebody else and nothing will happen but at the moment, his hopes seemed to go down on the drain. Clutching his pistol firmly, Fury stopped on the corner pressing his back to the wall. The sounds he heard made him wince. With a deep breath, he jumped into the alley, aiming his weapon to whoever there was-
His chocolate eyes widened from horror and disgust. A man lay on the ground, his blue uniform identifying him as a member of the Amestrisian military. His skull was smashed; his blood and brain were splattered on the pavement. The light of the streetlamp bounced off of the fallen item lying next to him. It was a State Alchemist’s silver watch.
The other figure stood tall and proud, half of his form covered by the sharp shadows. On his forehead, the pale cross-mark was almost shining in the darkness. His deep red eyes shone dangerously and such cold flames flickered beneath those ruby mirrors that the small soldier’s blood froze in his veins.
Cain’s hands began to tremble. “S-Scar…” he breathed. The panic paralyzed him completely.
“You saw me,” the Ishbalite hissed on his low voice and he launched toward the small-framed soldier without a warning.
Cain cried out in fright and he blindly pulled the trigger once or twice but he missed the dark body. In the next moment, Scar’s palm met the soldier’s chest, the arrays flared up and-
Cain didn’t even have a chance to comprehend, what happened. He still registered the strong, dark fingers sinking into his body without even meeting any resistance but the pain was there only for a fleeting moment. As the destructive alchemy of the scarred mass-murderer burned its way through his chest, crumbling away skin, bones, muscles and flesh, Fury’s mind stopped. Dark drops of blood floated in the air, spraying from the horrible wound and from Cain’s throat through his mouth opened for a soundless scream. His chocolate eyes turned glassy as his small body fell, hitting the hard, cold pavement with a blunt thud. The blue uniform slowly turned crimson by the heavy-smelling thick liquid oozing from the hole on Fury’s chest.
Scar threw a last glance to the fallen soldier’s honest, innocent face now frozen in the expression of incomprehension. The Ishbalite shook his head somewhat regretfully then left the scene of the murder with quick steps, never even looking back.
A sudden fresh breeze came and cleared away the smell of blood and burned gunpowder from the air.
***
Slow, shuffling steps echoed slightly in the silence covering the streets. A tall, wide figure walked in the deserted alleys clad in a long trench coat and a wide-rimmed hat. A thick scarf was wrapped around his neck despite the nice weather and the faint light broke on his round glasses, lending him a mysterious, unsettling look.
The man stopped in his tracks as he spotted the two bodies. He slouched closer, examining the State Alchemist. Shaking his head, he approached the other soldier. Excitement began to gleam in the pale grayish-blue eyes as a large, furry hand reached out to touch the ashen face.
“So cute…!” Tucker whispered with delight. “You’re almost as pretty as my sweet Nina. You shouldn’t lay here in the cold. I’ll take you home and clean you up.”
With an insane chuckle, the chimera scientist lifted the small body into his arms and left.
***
Back in his lab’s safety, Tucker stripped the soldier from the blood-soaked uniform and washed off the crimson stains from the fair skin. He caressed the black hair fondly, even combed it out neatly. Then, he carried it to one of the tanks in which a little chimera-girl was floating.
“Look, my precious, I brought you a little friend to play with,” Tucker smiled. The chimera-Nina turned her head a little and her soulless eyes stared at the cold, naked body without any emotions. Tucker eyed the small man in his arms. “Hmm, you’re right precious. I should first fix this hole on his chest. Actually, I could even animate him… Yes!” He beamed on his artificial daughter. “I’ll try human transmutation on him. If I can do it now, it’ll be a piece of cake to bring you back. I have some barrels of incomplete stones and no one would miss a few prisoners. Such a great idea! You can be proud of your daddy!”
The soulless chimera’s empty eyes didn’t even stir but Tucker was convinced that his daughter smiled on him appreciatively. Whistling quietly, he placed the body on a table then began to draw the array.
***
I’m being born. Again? No, yes, I don’t care. Air. Cuts like a knife. Light, it hurts my eyes. Pain… white, dark, hot, hot, hot, burning! Air! My lungs ache, moving hurts, stop this! Heart throbs, limbs twitch. A gate…? Sucks me in. What is this? What’s happening? Reddish mist. Smells funny. A hand? Mine? Reaches out. What’s that? Dark. Pain. A body? Mine…? No… Yes. Hurts! What’s this? Who am I…? Is that me…? That small, pale body? Eyes. Violet. Glaring at me. Pain! Fear! No, please…! I don’t want to, no, leave me, hot, hot, it freezes! Let me go, please, please, I WANT TO GET OUT!!
***
Tucker stared down from the table he pulled back on when one of the red stone tanks cracked and the crimson liquid covered the floor. Through the reddish mist, he could make out the last tiny sizzles of the alchemical reaction. He also noticed, that the sedated prisoners – some five of them – were gone. His eyes searched for his specimen and his mouth opened, as he spotted the movement.
The small soldier was nowhere to be found. In the middle of the transmutation circle, a heap of twisted flesh was wheezing which bore no resemblance to a human form. Limbs were sticking out from the wrong places, the ribs were like spikes along the bare spine and the skin didn’t cover the pulsing internal organs.
Tucker stared, feeling slightly nauseous. The experiment was a failure apparently. He absent-mindedly picked up a sheet of paper and a pen to scribble down his observations studiously.
The hideous creature moved, slowly inching forward. Some flesh part of it reached into the reddish puddle on the floor and the movement stopped. The monster didn’t move for a while, just trembled slightly. In the next moment, it launched forward and began to devour the incomplete stone from the floor like a hungry animal.
When Tucker looked up, the pen fell out of his hand. Right before his eyes, a fearful but breathtaking transmutation was displaying. As the formless creature licked up the barrel’s spilled contents, its flesh began to change. The bones moved visibly, the organs rippled and the skin began to crawl upwards to cover them. The minutes passed one after another and the monster on the floor merged into a human’s shape. Now, it looked like before. The body was short, the skin was pale, the limbs all nicely shaped. Very slowly, even the last white spikes disappeared along with the long, sharp fangs in the mouth and the claws on the end of the fingers. The creature kneeling on the floor looked the same as the soldier Tucker found on the street with a hole on his chest.
The small-framed creature continued to clear away the red stone from the floor. When he finished, he walked to the broken tank and after a little hesitating he bent down to drink up the last remains. When the last drop was cleared away, he straightened. Looking around, he suddenly caught his own reflection in the glass. His violet eyes widened as he stepped closer and examined his own form with awe. “So pretty…!” he breathed with delight. He spun on his heels and turned to the chimera scientist, who was still crouched on the top of the table with his mouth open from astonishment.
“Am I pretty?” the small creature demanded. His violet eyes shone arrogantly.
Tucker blinked, then shook his head and finally smiled. “Yes, you’re very pretty. Hmm, could you tell me why did you eat all the red stones?”
“I was hungry,” the small-framed homunculus shrugged. “It was delicious.”
Tucker fetched another pen and made a few notes, until the small creature stepped closer to him and pulled on his fur with an annoyed look. “Pay attention to me!”
The chimera scientist smiled and after placing his papers to the side, he embraced his creation. “Don’t worry lovely, I will.
~EDIT: 2005-VII-26 ~ Re-written here and there. *polish-polish*