Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Lonely ❯ The tormentor's reasons ( Chapter 21 )

This is my second FMA fic. There are a few warnings: Winry bashing, Al OOC, Ed OOC, and this will be an Ed/Roy pairing. This fic switches POV back and forth between Ed and Roy. Some chapters with have both POVs, some only one. I don't own FMA but this original story is mine.

 

There is also a color key.

 

Black: Author's notes and other people speaking.

Black with * means random noises.

Blue: Roy (Both thoughts and speaking in and out of POV mode)

Red: Ed (Both thoughts and speaking in and out of POV mode)

Green: Ed's captor (Speaking only, has no thoughts in the fic. Character WILL be in this color till revealed!)

Now without further ado, here's the story. Enjoy!

 

Lonely

 

I wake up groggily to the dim light and dank smell of my basement prison. I barely get anything to eat and I can't move because my automail was taken from me. Trust me when I say you don't want to know what I use for a bathroom.

 

“Why do you do this to me?” I asked, “Why do you hate me so much?”

 

“You've ruined everything for me,” the voice bitterly said, “I would've been happy if you had only left well enough alone.”

 

“Why do you say that I've ruined everything?” I asked, hoping to find some sanity in my captor's madness.

 

“I would still be making plans with my beloved if you hadn't gone and trashed everything by being disobedient,” my captor hissed.

 

“Were you the one who sent all of my letters back, unopened?” I asked.

 

“Yes,” the voice admitted, “because I wanted to make sure that if you thought no one remembered you, you would be the perfect servant.”

 

“Servant?” I growled, “We were all friends once, what happened to that?”

 

“You chose to be one of the damned and do the devil's work,” yelled the voice.

 

“What do you mean?!” I asked.

 

“State Alchemists are monsters who destroy and kill everything,” said the voice.

 

“I wanted to get my brother his human body back!” I cried.

 

“After your brother was restored,” the voice questioned, “Why did you stay a State Alchemist?”

“I guess it was because I liked to travel,” I said.

 

“You were never one to stay put,” said the voice.

 

“Please,” I begged, “Please let me go and we can put all of this behind us. I forgive you for all of the things you did to me. No more anger and hatred, please.”

 

“And be made a fool of,” yelled the voice, “Never!”

 

Then my captor took out a syringe with a needle that contained a strange black liquid.

 

“This liquid,” my captor explained, “will kill you. Your beloved Roy and dear younger brother will bury on Christmas day!”

 

“NO!” I pleaded, “PLEASE!”

 

My pleas fell on deaf ears as the needle was injected into my throat and everything becomes black.

 

 

TBC! Oh no! R&R! Happy Holidays!