Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Full Metal Alchemist : Asylum ❯ Homonculi ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A flash of lightening blazed through Ed’s eyes. His face was dirty, and his hair matted with either mud or blood. He grunted as he moved another shovelful of dirt from his father’s grave.
“Fuck! Couldn’t you have had a goddamn crypt instead? You had the money for it, you cheap bastard.” Hours later, the rusted shovel slammed hard against the cedar wood of his father’s coffin lid.
“Bout fucking time!” He howled as he moved the rest of the dirt away.
With the dirt finally away, Ed could freely remove the lid; as he did, a horrid odor hit him hard. It may have been just two months since his father had died, but the man’s body had been rotting for years before that.
Ed let himself laugh heartily as he gazed upon his father’s body, “Oh yeah, Philosopher’s Stone did you TONS of good.” Although his sarcasm was lost in the corpse, he smiled as if he was in front of an audience.
Without warning, that smile quickly went grim as a voice echoed in the darkness.
“It’s about time, Full Metal.” Lust’s sultry voice wove its way about the headstones and markers as smoothly as the night wind itself. Ed turned his head upwards to face her. She hadn’t changed at all, save for not being sealed anymore.
“lust, nice to see you’ve pulled yourself back from hell.” Ed smirked, “Now what the hell do you want?”
Her black lips twitched slightly as she raised a thin left eyebrow. She gave him a smile that sent cold chills through his entire body, even the artificial parts.
“We know what you’re doing, Full Metal. And they know, too” She stooped down into the grave, “and they’re not happy about it, either.”
“They?” Ed scoffed, “Who, Greed? Envy?” He clenched his fist and gave her an icy stare. At this, Lust burst out in a psychotic fit of laughter.
“You may’ve grown quite a bit in this world, Full Metal, but you are no match for me without your alchemy or auto mail.”
Ed, knowing she was right, let out a disgusted sigh.
“And no, I was not referring to the other homunculi.” She continued, “I’m talking about them, the things behind the gate.”
Every part of Ed’s body froze up and his eyes widened. The voices returned again, loud, singing, and screaming. A thousand vocalic claws ripped at his skull fighting to get out.
“NO!” He screamed. His body finally obeying frenzied commands, he threw his hands over his ears, trying to block it out somehow, or maybe just to keep it from exploding out of his head.
Lust started to fade from his vision, darkness spreading across his eyes. His own screams were now inaudible over the darkness. He felt as if he were dying, falling into a black abyss.
“Full Metal!” Wake up you pint-sized psycho!” Lust’s voice began ringing high over the voices in Ed’s head, which finally began to recede. The colors returned to the world and Ed found himself face up in his father’s grave.
Lust was standing over him, a stare full of hate and…fear?
“You ever pull that shit again, I’ll rip your dick off and toss it into the ocean!” Her voice was sharp and cross, yet concealed a bit of sympathy.
“Fuck off, you think I LIKE my little episodes?” He stood and brushed himself off before speaking again: “Besides, why the hell do you care? I sealed you, remember? Not to mention you trying to kill me repeatedly.”
Lust chuckled politely, “Yes, but that was in the past. And as far as killing me goes…” She helped him out of the grave before finishing: “I was already dead, remember?”
Ed gasped slightly at the level of sorrow in her voice. “I-”
“No.” She cut him off and looked him square in the eye, “Don’t have sympathy for me. It’s worthless and you don’t have time for it.”
“What?” Ed was still a bit dizzy from his blackout.
“You were digging up your father’s corpse because of what he is, right?” Ed eyed her. How could she have known? Did she understand better than him?Her next worlds made Ed’s soul fly: “Your assumptions are all correct, Full metal. Your fathers body, while half rotted before death, still retains a large amount of the Philosopher’s Stone’s power. Enough even, to get you home.”
Ed’s serious face split open into a maniacal smile, reserved usually for the maddest of mad scientists.
“I’m glad that made you smile. There’s more. They also know and know what you are planning. As I said before, they’re not too happy about it. They’ve revived us Homonculi as hired assasins.”
“You came to kill me?” the anger in Ed’s voice was as deep and painful as a knife to the heart. “Well, come on then, just do it!” Ed threw his arm out, his artificial one dangling lifelessly at his other side.
“No. I was sent here to kill you, but I had not intentions of doing it.” She let out a heartful sigh and sat down on a nearby headstone. “I’ll be honest, I great rather attached to you. I can’t imagine taking your life.” She raised here eyes to him, they were misty and beautiful. “I came to help you.”
“Why would you want to help me?” Ed’s voice was harsh but curious.
Lust simply smiled and looked past him at the open coffin. “That decrepit corpse isn’t just your way home, it’s also my ticket to freedom, and humanity.”
Ed scoffed, “Still chasing that one, I see.” He wouldn’t look her in the eyes but knew her stare was cold.
“Yes, I am.” Her words were toned to slap him, instead they sounded almost like a plea.
“Fine, what do I need to do?” He let out a heavy sigh and looked into Lust’s eyes.
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R 20;Winry!” Al shot up in bed, knocking the covers back. “WINRY!”
She rushed into the room and gasped, not only was Al drenched in sweat, he was covered in the symbols of the philosopher’s stone.
“Al! What happened?!” Winry rushed to his side and threw herself on the bed beside him, but distancing herself, showing how afraid to touch him she was at the moment.
“I don’t know, I was dreaming about all of us being together again: you, me and Ed. Then all of a sudden, there was a bright yellow light and I found myself standing in front of a large stone doorway.
“And there was a voice, many voices actually, crying and screaming all at once. Then, one voice yelled out ‘Stop him, or all is lost.’ And a huge black hand flew from the door and grabbed me. I tried to break free, but it was so strong. Then another voice spoke, this one coming from inside my head: “Stop him, you can now. You are the only one who can.” The hand tightened until I couldn’t breathe.
“That’s when I woke up.”
Winry’s eyes had become large, and her jaw was completely fallen. “Wh-what does it mean?” She placed a hand on top of Al’s.
He looked at her hand, then directly into her eyes. “I just don’t know.”
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Three hours after Lust had arrived, she and Ed had his father’s corpse out of the coffin and into an alchemists circle in a nearby woody clearing.
“Ready, Full Metal?” By now, Lust’s voice had become unsure.
“As ready as I’ll ever be. What do I do?”
“Kneel by his body and place both your hands on it as if he were the circle.” Ed followed the directions immediately. Lust stood outside of the circle as she began:
“ A sacrifical life, send him back to his world.” And without another word, her fingers extended and lashed across Ed’s throat, revealing his jugular vein.
Ed looked down to see his arms and hands covered in his blood. “Wh-?” He tried to speak, but it just came out in gurgles. He was forced to watch his life force flow over his father’s soulless form. As it hit the ground, a faint blue light began to glow. He tried to gasp, he knew what was happening; and before the thought fully formed, the faint light became brilliant as the circle exploded around him. His eyes grew heavy and just before he passed out, he heard Lust’s voice:
“I’ll see you again soon, Full Metal. In Our world.”