Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Diamond Whip - the daughter ❯ Chapter 18
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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: 2.5K | Visits: 180 | 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: 2.5K | Visits: 180 | Status: Work In Progress
I hate these with a passion; stupid disclaimers**end mumbling*The air was warm with tension, as Mary sat at the kitchen counter absentmindedly stirring her tea, the wind through an open window blew her hair out behind her, causing her to shiver. Scar walked over to the window and closed it shutting out the frigid night air. He turned to Mary who was still starring into her tea as though it were speaking to her, he could imagine how she must be dying with curiosity in knowing she was about to learn why she was in her position. But, he thought he would start of slow. The clock on the wall read 11:30, she had only been asleep about an hour.
"I can only imagine how being kept up here all this time, away from your loved ones has pained you. It must be awful. But, I want you to understand, I did this for your and everyone else's safety" Mary's blank expression did not falter, she wanted to know right now, and details later. He couldn't grant her that.
"Your mother and father, were very good people, in a sense. They followed the law, they were good citizens, they were even active members in the military" This was nothing Mary didn't know.
"You, are granted with special gifts, one of the more specific being the ability to see the near future. Other minor abilities have been suggested but never identified. You're parents, whether you are aware or not, were the same way." Mary's eyebrows arched in surprise, she knew that her parents had known about her 'abilities' but she wasn't aware that they were the same way.
"In your younger life, whether you remember or not; you were subjected to many scientific tests by both your parents and the military. They wanted to see, that even though you were already showing signs of having abilities similar to your mothers; if you would soon be showing signs of being able to move things with your mind. Like your father" he stopped for a moment, when he saw that Mary was able to piece some of that information together somehow he continued.
"During these tests, the doctors and scientists that were in charge noticed something about you, you had this sort of mental aura that no normal human has, except for you and your parents. But, the difference between yours and theirs. Yours was growing and at a rapid rate too quick to study fully. One day, during a test, your parents weren't aware of this going on but, the test involved seeing if the other abilities would emerge if you were under an immense amount of physical stress." This concept brought about a look of questioning to Mary's face, like she didn't understand what he was implying.
"They wanted to see what would happen if they forced physical pain on you; is what I mean. Well, the results were catastrophic. The lab you were being tested in was destroyed, and the people that were running the test were well, in a polite sense, completely torn to pieces. Your parents never let you near another scientist again after that. And, they moved to your last home in the country."
"So. What relevance does that have to any of the things happening right now?" Mary demanded in an angry tone.
"The theory on why your family was killed, was that whoever had done it, had heard of your developing abilities, they wanted you, and wanted you bad enough to destroy your life. Before that and since you've been under incredibly strict supervision of the government, classified as a PWW"
"A PWW being?" Mary asked dumbstruck as to what it could mean.
"Possible Weapon of War. If the theory that your abilities escalate what we've seen. You could theoretically wipe out entire armies in the blink of an eye. And whoever has been pursuing you, is getting real damn close" he finished, hoping she could understand now why he had to do what she did.
"Then why in God's name did you not let me go home! If they were protecting me from what was happening, why didn't you take me home after you rescued me!" apparently she didn't understand. The wind howled outside louder than ever, as though a storm were approaching to reverberate the goings on of the house.
"If they got you once from the military, then they'll get you again. I won't allow that. If this small uprising is the cause of whoever wants you, then they want you for something big. Whatever it is, may be the end of this illusional peace that we have all believed in." Mary was fuming now, she was angrier than Hell, and she couldn't change these things.
"He lied to me." she whispered to herself. "Everything was a lie" she looked at Scar as tears welled in her eyes. A look of confusion overcame his stern look.
"He made me think he really loved me. It was just a ploy to keep me close. And-and him too" she whispered again to herself picturing the two men in her mind. Now Scar understood. It was Mustang, he had heard that the Colonel had adopted her a while back, and that she was now living under his name. He couldn't imagine how much pain thinking that someone she loved thought she was just his job; caused. Mary suddenly got up and walked towards the door of the kitchen with the clear intent of leaving.
"Where are you going?" he demanded sternly.
"Bed damn it" she shot back walking out the door and turning left. Scar let her be, thinking about how her mind must be riddled with questions, and how her heart must ache in pain. He picked up her tea, then it came to him. She wasn't going to her room, she took a left, not a right. The cup shattered as it hit the floor. Scar, ran out of the kitchen and down the hallway, then he saw it. The front door was open. He dashed outside into the howling wind of the storm, squinting his eyes against the blowing force to try to see her, the frigid night air bit at him like insects. It was too dark, then lightning lit the sky and he saw her form about thirty yards away from him. He ran after her, and realized she was also running. She was fast, but not fast enough to get away from him. When he reached her, he pulled on her arm, pulling her to a stop. She hit him with all her might making him break his hold on her.
"Let me go!" she demanded.
"No Mary you can't! It's too dangerous, people will get hurt!" he said trying to grab at her. He missed and she bolted away again trying to get away from him. When he caught her this time, she tripped up and they came crashing down, his weigh on top of her. She was on her back, pinned under him, beating on his shoulders.
"I'll kill him! I'll kill him if I ever get the chance!" she sobbed in anger as she beat on him. She, was hurting herself more than she was hurting him. She, finally got tired and gave up, tears still streaming down her face, as she sobbed, she couldn't hold any of it in any more, it was too heavy. Scar reached his hands up shifting his weight slightly off her small form. She was covered in dirt from the fall and running through the wind, it was beginning to rain and her hair was intertwined amongst the weeds that grew from underneath her. She tried to get up, and couldn't she collapsed back to the ground, with her eyes closed as the rain hit her face. He stared at her, with a new compassion that he never granted anyone else. She was only human, and being forced to bear this pain was more than any normal person could take. And, he respected her for that. He reached underneath her legs and torso. Picking her up she felt limp, like her body was finally giving up on its hold to her emotions. He carried her through the storm, she molded into him, desperate for that feeling of knowing someone loved you. Her right hand weakly grasped at his torn and bloodied shirt. She was mumbling something he couldn't understand under the sounds of the howling winds. Once he reached the house, he immediately went for her room. But, halfway down the hallway he noticed her state, she was filthy, she was covered in mud from head to toe. So, he headed for the bathroom, she shivered when he kicked open the door to make way for the two. Not sure of what to do he set her down in the bathtub and turned on the water faucet and the shower head at the same time. Her eyes opened a moment as the cold water splashed across her already freezing form, but as the water warmed she closed them back again leaning against the back of the tub. 'what about her clothes?' he thought.
He considered leaving her to it, but she’d probably just sit there all night, 'then she'd be sick' he thought again. Then, he saw his only choice.
He got up from his perch on the toilet seat, and walked over to Mary, while flipping out his pocket knife. He put a hand behind her and pushed her to a sitting position in the tub. Then, taking the collar of her shirt, he drove the knife through the cloth down her back to the waistline revealing her wet peaches and cream complexion until the cloth was cut in half, grabbing the cloth from the front near her stomach he pulled it from her body exposing her torso. She didn't seem to register anything, she just looked out, as though dreaming. He went at removing her knee length shorts and removed those leaving her in her mud stained bra and panties. 'what do I do about this?' he thought nervously trying to not invade her by looking at her near stark form and turned away. He decided, after a moment, to go ahead with what he was doing. He turned back around and closed his eyes, he reached out a hand to unsnap the bra then turn away from her. But, when his hand made contact with her back, he also felt her hand sliding over his. He opened his eyes startled to look into her own shining blue-green orbs, he backed off almost falling to the floor, but staggeringly kept his balance.
She took her eyes off of him, and turned her body away from him shifting her body in the tub. He saw her small hand reach behind her and unsnap the bra and then remove the straps from her shoulders, he turned his head quickly away. He heard the plop of the wet garment on the gray tile of the bathroom floor. Then, soon after the plop of the last garment hit the floor. He reluctantly turned his head to see her small heavenly form in the tub, with her knees to her chest and her head resting on them. His chest rose and fell in anxiety as to what next he would do. 'Am I going to have to dress her?' he thought 'I could never touch her it's indecent! Even if I am just helping her, she doesn't know what's going on' he was about to kick a hole in the wall from frustration when he heard her squeak.
"I think I'm done now, can I have a towel?"
He entered her bedroom to see her towel drying her hair, sitting on the edge of the bed. She was wearing a white shirt and extremely baggy black pants. He watched her for a moment until she stopped, and flung her long hair over her head. She got up off the edge of the bed and saw him. She opened her mouth to say something, but no sound came out. It was still late at night, maybe 1 a.m.. She figured it would be better if she just went back to bed. She nodded and turned to crawl into bed. She crawled to the far side of the bed and lay down under the large cover. She could still feel his presence in the room for a while.
He watched her fall asleep with her back to him. Her breathing leveled. He turned out the light and turned to walk away when he heard her speak.
"Please don't go" the whisper came from her place on the bed. He turned back around, she was still lying on her side, facing away from him. He stood there for a moment in shock of hearing her voice after thinking she had been asleep. He walked towards the edge of the bed and stopped there, unsure of what to do.
She heard him walking towards her, it made her feel better knowing he was still there. She needed someone, anyone, if just for the moment. She rolled over and sat up, looking into his eyes for a solid instant that spread into the eternities. She pushed the covers forward in a silent plead.
He hadn't seen that look on anyone's face in a long time. It was I silent hunger that lingered in her eyes, it was loneliness and a desperate cry to feel like there was someone in the world who loved you back. She didn’t love him, and he knew that, but she needed his presence. He was startled to see her push the covers forward. He slowly put one knee on the bed leaning over, still looking into her aching eyes. He rested his body next to hers underneath the cover. She turned back over on her side, as did he. She closed her eyes and sank into him, feeling his powerful body against her small one.
He cradled her body into his, letting her find her comfort zone. After a moment, he could feel and hear her erratic breathing coming in and out in sharp breaths as though it pained her. He reached an arm over and took her hand in his. Her breathing halted for a moment then slowed back into a sleepy state. He finally closed his eyes when he knew her to be asleep, and drifted off into his dream world.
"I can only imagine how being kept up here all this time, away from your loved ones has pained you. It must be awful. But, I want you to understand, I did this for your and everyone else's safety" Mary's blank expression did not falter, she wanted to know right now, and details later. He couldn't grant her that.
"Your mother and father, were very good people, in a sense. They followed the law, they were good citizens, they were even active members in the military" This was nothing Mary didn't know.
"You, are granted with special gifts, one of the more specific being the ability to see the near future. Other minor abilities have been suggested but never identified. You're parents, whether you are aware or not, were the same way." Mary's eyebrows arched in surprise, she knew that her parents had known about her 'abilities' but she wasn't aware that they were the same way.
"In your younger life, whether you remember or not; you were subjected to many scientific tests by both your parents and the military. They wanted to see, that even though you were already showing signs of having abilities similar to your mothers; if you would soon be showing signs of being able to move things with your mind. Like your father" he stopped for a moment, when he saw that Mary was able to piece some of that information together somehow he continued.
"During these tests, the doctors and scientists that were in charge noticed something about you, you had this sort of mental aura that no normal human has, except for you and your parents. But, the difference between yours and theirs. Yours was growing and at a rapid rate too quick to study fully. One day, during a test, your parents weren't aware of this going on but, the test involved seeing if the other abilities would emerge if you were under an immense amount of physical stress." This concept brought about a look of questioning to Mary's face, like she didn't understand what he was implying.
"They wanted to see what would happen if they forced physical pain on you; is what I mean. Well, the results were catastrophic. The lab you were being tested in was destroyed, and the people that were running the test were well, in a polite sense, completely torn to pieces. Your parents never let you near another scientist again after that. And, they moved to your last home in the country."
"So. What relevance does that have to any of the things happening right now?" Mary demanded in an angry tone.
"The theory on why your family was killed, was that whoever had done it, had heard of your developing abilities, they wanted you, and wanted you bad enough to destroy your life. Before that and since you've been under incredibly strict supervision of the government, classified as a PWW"
"A PWW being?" Mary asked dumbstruck as to what it could mean.
"Possible Weapon of War. If the theory that your abilities escalate what we've seen. You could theoretically wipe out entire armies in the blink of an eye. And whoever has been pursuing you, is getting real damn close" he finished, hoping she could understand now why he had to do what she did.
"Then why in God's name did you not let me go home! If they were protecting me from what was happening, why didn't you take me home after you rescued me!" apparently she didn't understand. The wind howled outside louder than ever, as though a storm were approaching to reverberate the goings on of the house.
"If they got you once from the military, then they'll get you again. I won't allow that. If this small uprising is the cause of whoever wants you, then they want you for something big. Whatever it is, may be the end of this illusional peace that we have all believed in." Mary was fuming now, she was angrier than Hell, and she couldn't change these things.
"He lied to me." she whispered to herself. "Everything was a lie" she looked at Scar as tears welled in her eyes. A look of confusion overcame his stern look.
"He made me think he really loved me. It was just a ploy to keep me close. And-and him too" she whispered again to herself picturing the two men in her mind. Now Scar understood. It was Mustang, he had heard that the Colonel had adopted her a while back, and that she was now living under his name. He couldn't imagine how much pain thinking that someone she loved thought she was just his job; caused. Mary suddenly got up and walked towards the door of the kitchen with the clear intent of leaving.
"Where are you going?" he demanded sternly.
"Bed damn it" she shot back walking out the door and turning left. Scar let her be, thinking about how her mind must be riddled with questions, and how her heart must ache in pain. He picked up her tea, then it came to him. She wasn't going to her room, she took a left, not a right. The cup shattered as it hit the floor. Scar, ran out of the kitchen and down the hallway, then he saw it. The front door was open. He dashed outside into the howling wind of the storm, squinting his eyes against the blowing force to try to see her, the frigid night air bit at him like insects. It was too dark, then lightning lit the sky and he saw her form about thirty yards away from him. He ran after her, and realized she was also running. She was fast, but not fast enough to get away from him. When he reached her, he pulled on her arm, pulling her to a stop. She hit him with all her might making him break his hold on her.
"Let me go!" she demanded.
"No Mary you can't! It's too dangerous, people will get hurt!" he said trying to grab at her. He missed and she bolted away again trying to get away from him. When he caught her this time, she tripped up and they came crashing down, his weigh on top of her. She was on her back, pinned under him, beating on his shoulders.
"I'll kill him! I'll kill him if I ever get the chance!" she sobbed in anger as she beat on him. She, was hurting herself more than she was hurting him. She, finally got tired and gave up, tears still streaming down her face, as she sobbed, she couldn't hold any of it in any more, it was too heavy. Scar reached his hands up shifting his weight slightly off her small form. She was covered in dirt from the fall and running through the wind, it was beginning to rain and her hair was intertwined amongst the weeds that grew from underneath her. She tried to get up, and couldn't she collapsed back to the ground, with her eyes closed as the rain hit her face. He stared at her, with a new compassion that he never granted anyone else. She was only human, and being forced to bear this pain was more than any normal person could take. And, he respected her for that. He reached underneath her legs and torso. Picking her up she felt limp, like her body was finally giving up on its hold to her emotions. He carried her through the storm, she molded into him, desperate for that feeling of knowing someone loved you. Her right hand weakly grasped at his torn and bloodied shirt. She was mumbling something he couldn't understand under the sounds of the howling winds. Once he reached the house, he immediately went for her room. But, halfway down the hallway he noticed her state, she was filthy, she was covered in mud from head to toe. So, he headed for the bathroom, she shivered when he kicked open the door to make way for the two. Not sure of what to do he set her down in the bathtub and turned on the water faucet and the shower head at the same time. Her eyes opened a moment as the cold water splashed across her already freezing form, but as the water warmed she closed them back again leaning against the back of the tub. 'what about her clothes?' he thought.
He considered leaving her to it, but she’d probably just sit there all night, 'then she'd be sick' he thought again. Then, he saw his only choice.
He got up from his perch on the toilet seat, and walked over to Mary, while flipping out his pocket knife. He put a hand behind her and pushed her to a sitting position in the tub. Then, taking the collar of her shirt, he drove the knife through the cloth down her back to the waistline revealing her wet peaches and cream complexion until the cloth was cut in half, grabbing the cloth from the front near her stomach he pulled it from her body exposing her torso. She didn't seem to register anything, she just looked out, as though dreaming. He went at removing her knee length shorts and removed those leaving her in her mud stained bra and panties. 'what do I do about this?' he thought nervously trying to not invade her by looking at her near stark form and turned away. He decided, after a moment, to go ahead with what he was doing. He turned back around and closed his eyes, he reached out a hand to unsnap the bra then turn away from her. But, when his hand made contact with her back, he also felt her hand sliding over his. He opened his eyes startled to look into her own shining blue-green orbs, he backed off almost falling to the floor, but staggeringly kept his balance.
She took her eyes off of him, and turned her body away from him shifting her body in the tub. He saw her small hand reach behind her and unsnap the bra and then remove the straps from her shoulders, he turned his head quickly away. He heard the plop of the wet garment on the gray tile of the bathroom floor. Then, soon after the plop of the last garment hit the floor. He reluctantly turned his head to see her small heavenly form in the tub, with her knees to her chest and her head resting on them. His chest rose and fell in anxiety as to what next he would do. 'Am I going to have to dress her?' he thought 'I could never touch her it's indecent! Even if I am just helping her, she doesn't know what's going on' he was about to kick a hole in the wall from frustration when he heard her squeak.
"I think I'm done now, can I have a towel?"
He entered her bedroom to see her towel drying her hair, sitting on the edge of the bed. She was wearing a white shirt and extremely baggy black pants. He watched her for a moment until she stopped, and flung her long hair over her head. She got up off the edge of the bed and saw him. She opened her mouth to say something, but no sound came out. It was still late at night, maybe 1 a.m.. She figured it would be better if she just went back to bed. She nodded and turned to crawl into bed. She crawled to the far side of the bed and lay down under the large cover. She could still feel his presence in the room for a while.
He watched her fall asleep with her back to him. Her breathing leveled. He turned out the light and turned to walk away when he heard her speak.
"Please don't go" the whisper came from her place on the bed. He turned back around, she was still lying on her side, facing away from him. He stood there for a moment in shock of hearing her voice after thinking she had been asleep. He walked towards the edge of the bed and stopped there, unsure of what to do.
She heard him walking towards her, it made her feel better knowing he was still there. She needed someone, anyone, if just for the moment. She rolled over and sat up, looking into his eyes for a solid instant that spread into the eternities. She pushed the covers forward in a silent plead.
He hadn't seen that look on anyone's face in a long time. It was I silent hunger that lingered in her eyes, it was loneliness and a desperate cry to feel like there was someone in the world who loved you back. She didn’t love him, and he knew that, but she needed his presence. He was startled to see her push the covers forward. He slowly put one knee on the bed leaning over, still looking into her aching eyes. He rested his body next to hers underneath the cover. She turned back over on her side, as did he. She closed her eyes and sank into him, feeling his powerful body against her small one.
He cradled her body into his, letting her find her comfort zone. After a moment, he could feel and hear her erratic breathing coming in and out in sharp breaths as though it pained her. He reached an arm over and took her hand in his. Her breathing halted for a moment then slowed back into a sleepy state. He finally closed his eyes when he knew her to be asleep, and drifted off into his dream world.