Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Diamond Whip - the daughter ❯ Chapter 15
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By: millerthebubbles 
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Suspense / Romance / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.25.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 186 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Suspense / Romance / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.25.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 186 | Status: Work In Progress
don’t own FMA but someday I might own you so stop the hate The wind swept through the early morning sky as the small town began to awaken and move about its day. Today was an unusually solemn day for over night a new person had entered their small home. It had barely been a few hours and the streets were already filled with whispers and rumors about this person. Anticipation filled the city.
Mary opened her eyes to find herself lying on her back in a soft bed of lemon scented linens surrounded by four peach colored walls, two windows, and a mechanical fan on the ceiling spreading cool air around the room. She slowly sat up in the bed, trying best to ignore the sharp pains inflicted upon the back of her neck and head. Looking down she found that her arms were neatly wrapped in clean bandages and her clothes were no longer stained with blood or spilt chloroform but instead smelled of lilies and pine. She swiveled herself around on the bed and saw an open door on the wall to her right. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up slowly trying to regain her legs before attempting walking further than a few feet. She took a few steps and realized that underneath her black sweatpants were bandages that began at her upper left thigh and traveled to the middle of her foot giving a soft padded feeling and silent footing. Her left leg however was only wrapped but still very tightly around her ankle after taking a few more steps on her feet she assessed that her ankle had been broken either in the struggle back in central or had happened somewhere in between her passing out and waking up in this strange new place. She noticed that the condition of her ankle gave her a slight limp but made no difference otherwise. Mary stepped over the threshold into a cool hallway that seemed to stretch on forever. She turned to her right and headed down the hallway where when it ended veered to both a left and a right or up though a spiraling staircase. Mary decided left was the best choice and went down to the end of the hall where she entered a room with a high ceiling and mahogany polished furniture. It was a circular room lined with shelves and desks and lamps galore a blood red tapestry hung to the side of a window that stretched from left to right and was centered behind a desk covered in papers and books. This was a library obviously and was a professional one at that. Mary walked to one side and began to run her fingers along the books on one of the shelves slowly translating the Ishbalan writing into German (learned Ishbalan at a German oriented school) then finally into English soon realizing that most of these books where on alchemy, religion, or about the Ishbalan war. She pulled a few books off the shelves and flipped through them but realized she probably wouldn’t find any other books that were centered on a different subject. Except for a few English prints that seemed interesting enough to her. She traveled around the room in a circular pattern taking in all the colors and patterns. She then noticed a book that was leather bound handwritten book, written in English when she looked at it the writing looked somewhat familiar and alien to her at the same time. As she flipped through the book reading random pages, sentences, and paragraphs, looking at some of the tabbed charts and drawings, she noticed something in the reflection of the desk in front of which she stood. Looking at it closer she realized a tall man of about 6 feet standing less than a foot from her. His breathing was silent; she never would have known he was there. Her heart began to race and her breathing picked up and she tried to pretend that she didn’t notice and pretended that she hadn’t noticed him and was reading through the book while watching him in the reflection of the table. They stood there for an eternity and Mary wondered why he hadn’t moved yet or said anything yet. All of a sudden she saw him move and turned around and brought her leg up and kicked him in the side of the head knocking off the black sunglasses, causing him to turn his head at the sudden force applied. Mary jumped back onto the desk ignoring the pain that was shooting up her leg and backed down off the table top giving them a few more feet of space. The man regained himself and stood straight making him look much taller than he already was. Mary looked at him with wonder. He had tanned skin, red eyes, gray hair, and a white scar across his forehead. He was broad shouldered and had bulging muscles that would intimidate any man.
“So you are awake” he spoke quietly with a low and calm tone for having just been kicked in the head. Mary was surprised at his voice and took a step back, with wide eyes. Her eyes darted to the doorway then back to the man.
“I’m not going to hurt you” he said in a toneless voice. He had a blank stare and looked her up and down. Mary decided not to trust him and darted for the door. The man grabbed her by the arm causing her to fall the ground, screaming. The man mounted her and put his hand over her mouth to muffle her screams as she squirmed under his weight.
“I was being serious, I’m not going to hurt you.” he said in the same calm tone as he pinned Mary to the floor with his legs. Mary stopped screaming for a second as he wiped the newly formed tears from her face.
“Can I trust you to not to scream if I take my hand from your mouth?” he asked in a serious tone. Mary nodded slowly and kept her eyes on the man as he took his hand from her mouth. Her breathing picked up though.
“Calm down. I’m going to get off of you and I would appreciate you not trying to run away. You are not a prisoner here however I would appreciate you heeding my words and keeping yourself safe by not leaving here unless in my company. Will you promise not to run?” He asked again as he noticed her breathing. Mary nodded. And stiffened as he shifted his weight and finally got off of her, holding out a hand to help her up. Mary accepted it and got up form the floor with help form the large man. She stood and wiped the wrinkles from her pants and tanks.
“So are you hungry?” the man asked her after taking a good look at her. Mary looked up at him and shook her head in a silent decline. The man then turned on his heel and left the room. Mary followed him down the hallway past her room down a few flights of spiraling staircases and through a wide hallway into a kitchen. Mary sat down at the counter when the man pointed them out. The sat there for a few minutes just looking at each other when the man got up and went to the stove and began to boil some water and then sat back down across the counter from Mary.
“So, your name is Mary?” the man spoke after a few moments of silence. Mary looked up and planted her eyes to his.
“How did you know that?” Mary asked raising an eyebrow of suspicion to this mans knowledge of her.
“I’ve heard of you” he stated simply noting to the news paper on the counter with a head line announcing her brothers death with a picture of her brother when he was alive and a picture of Mary right after the incident. How the media go those pictures was unknown but it disturbed Mary to a high degree.
“What is your name?” Mary asked. Realizing that he knew hers but she knew nothing about him.
“You may call me Scar. That is how everyone form your country knows me.” Scar replied grabbing the steaming pot from the stove and pouring it into two cups then adding two tea bags fro the cabinet.
“How did you find me?” Mary asked him. Suddenly realizing that there was no way this man could have known where she was unless he was working with those monsters that had kidnapped her. Scar put the pot down trying to think of a smart answer. He didn’t want her finding out about his arm at least not yet.
“I was in the area and heard sounds coming form the building so I checked it out” he replied hoping Mary wouldn’t catch on to his lie and wouldn’t remember that he had almost killed her because his arm led him to her.
“Oh ok.” Mary replied not believing one bit what he said to her. She had caught a glimpse of the area she had been in when he escaped with her. There was no ordinary reason that he was there, and she knew it.
“I have to go into town would you like to come with me?” he asked turning and revealing two steaming cups of green tea.
“Sure” Mary agreed hoping she’d be able to find some clue of where she was without having to ask Scar. After finishing her tea Mary followed Scar to the front door where he opened it and stepped out into the gray sunlight, followed by Mary. They descended the steps together and took a left heading over a small hill revealing a thriving and occupied village below.
Mary opened her eyes to find herself lying on her back in a soft bed of lemon scented linens surrounded by four peach colored walls, two windows, and a mechanical fan on the ceiling spreading cool air around the room. She slowly sat up in the bed, trying best to ignore the sharp pains inflicted upon the back of her neck and head. Looking down she found that her arms were neatly wrapped in clean bandages and her clothes were no longer stained with blood or spilt chloroform but instead smelled of lilies and pine. She swiveled herself around on the bed and saw an open door on the wall to her right. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up slowly trying to regain her legs before attempting walking further than a few feet. She took a few steps and realized that underneath her black sweatpants were bandages that began at her upper left thigh and traveled to the middle of her foot giving a soft padded feeling and silent footing. Her left leg however was only wrapped but still very tightly around her ankle after taking a few more steps on her feet she assessed that her ankle had been broken either in the struggle back in central or had happened somewhere in between her passing out and waking up in this strange new place. She noticed that the condition of her ankle gave her a slight limp but made no difference otherwise. Mary stepped over the threshold into a cool hallway that seemed to stretch on forever. She turned to her right and headed down the hallway where when it ended veered to both a left and a right or up though a spiraling staircase. Mary decided left was the best choice and went down to the end of the hall where she entered a room with a high ceiling and mahogany polished furniture. It was a circular room lined with shelves and desks and lamps galore a blood red tapestry hung to the side of a window that stretched from left to right and was centered behind a desk covered in papers and books. This was a library obviously and was a professional one at that. Mary walked to one side and began to run her fingers along the books on one of the shelves slowly translating the Ishbalan writing into German (learned Ishbalan at a German oriented school) then finally into English soon realizing that most of these books where on alchemy, religion, or about the Ishbalan war. She pulled a few books off the shelves and flipped through them but realized she probably wouldn’t find any other books that were centered on a different subject. Except for a few English prints that seemed interesting enough to her. She traveled around the room in a circular pattern taking in all the colors and patterns. She then noticed a book that was leather bound handwritten book, written in English when she looked at it the writing looked somewhat familiar and alien to her at the same time. As she flipped through the book reading random pages, sentences, and paragraphs, looking at some of the tabbed charts and drawings, she noticed something in the reflection of the desk in front of which she stood. Looking at it closer she realized a tall man of about 6 feet standing less than a foot from her. His breathing was silent; she never would have known he was there. Her heart began to race and her breathing picked up and she tried to pretend that she didn’t notice and pretended that she hadn’t noticed him and was reading through the book while watching him in the reflection of the table. They stood there for an eternity and Mary wondered why he hadn’t moved yet or said anything yet. All of a sudden she saw him move and turned around and brought her leg up and kicked him in the side of the head knocking off the black sunglasses, causing him to turn his head at the sudden force applied. Mary jumped back onto the desk ignoring the pain that was shooting up her leg and backed down off the table top giving them a few more feet of space. The man regained himself and stood straight making him look much taller than he already was. Mary looked at him with wonder. He had tanned skin, red eyes, gray hair, and a white scar across his forehead. He was broad shouldered and had bulging muscles that would intimidate any man.
“So you are awake” he spoke quietly with a low and calm tone for having just been kicked in the head. Mary was surprised at his voice and took a step back, with wide eyes. Her eyes darted to the doorway then back to the man.
“I’m not going to hurt you” he said in a toneless voice. He had a blank stare and looked her up and down. Mary decided not to trust him and darted for the door. The man grabbed her by the arm causing her to fall the ground, screaming. The man mounted her and put his hand over her mouth to muffle her screams as she squirmed under his weight.
“I was being serious, I’m not going to hurt you.” he said in the same calm tone as he pinned Mary to the floor with his legs. Mary stopped screaming for a second as he wiped the newly formed tears from her face.
“Can I trust you to not to scream if I take my hand from your mouth?” he asked in a serious tone. Mary nodded slowly and kept her eyes on the man as he took his hand from her mouth. Her breathing picked up though.
“Calm down. I’m going to get off of you and I would appreciate you not trying to run away. You are not a prisoner here however I would appreciate you heeding my words and keeping yourself safe by not leaving here unless in my company. Will you promise not to run?” He asked again as he noticed her breathing. Mary nodded. And stiffened as he shifted his weight and finally got off of her, holding out a hand to help her up. Mary accepted it and got up form the floor with help form the large man. She stood and wiped the wrinkles from her pants and tanks.
“So are you hungry?” the man asked her after taking a good look at her. Mary looked up at him and shook her head in a silent decline. The man then turned on his heel and left the room. Mary followed him down the hallway past her room down a few flights of spiraling staircases and through a wide hallway into a kitchen. Mary sat down at the counter when the man pointed them out. The sat there for a few minutes just looking at each other when the man got up and went to the stove and began to boil some water and then sat back down across the counter from Mary.
“So, your name is Mary?” the man spoke after a few moments of silence. Mary looked up and planted her eyes to his.
“How did you know that?” Mary asked raising an eyebrow of suspicion to this mans knowledge of her.
“I’ve heard of you” he stated simply noting to the news paper on the counter with a head line announcing her brothers death with a picture of her brother when he was alive and a picture of Mary right after the incident. How the media go those pictures was unknown but it disturbed Mary to a high degree.
“What is your name?” Mary asked. Realizing that he knew hers but she knew nothing about him.
“You may call me Scar. That is how everyone form your country knows me.” Scar replied grabbing the steaming pot from the stove and pouring it into two cups then adding two tea bags fro the cabinet.
“How did you find me?” Mary asked him. Suddenly realizing that there was no way this man could have known where she was unless he was working with those monsters that had kidnapped her. Scar put the pot down trying to think of a smart answer. He didn’t want her finding out about his arm at least not yet.
“I was in the area and heard sounds coming form the building so I checked it out” he replied hoping Mary wouldn’t catch on to his lie and wouldn’t remember that he had almost killed her because his arm led him to her.
“Oh ok.” Mary replied not believing one bit what he said to her. She had caught a glimpse of the area she had been in when he escaped with her. There was no ordinary reason that he was there, and she knew it.
“I have to go into town would you like to come with me?” he asked turning and revealing two steaming cups of green tea.
“Sure” Mary agreed hoping she’d be able to find some clue of where she was without having to ask Scar. After finishing her tea Mary followed Scar to the front door where he opened it and stepped out into the gray sunlight, followed by Mary. They descended the steps together and took a left heading over a small hill revealing a thriving and occupied village below.