Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Replacement ❯ Mommy Found You ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do not own any character that appears in FMA, but I will be sniffing around Ed the second he gets off the jailbait list, for now I'll amuse myself with Roy.

 

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1-Mommy Found You

 

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When Edward woke up he realized two things, one, he was completely naked, and two, he was in complete darkness.

 

“Auuh,” he attempted to call out for his brother when he realized three more things. One, there was a ball-gag in his mouth, two, he was tied to the bed he was laying on, and three, his automail limbs were missing. Panic flooded the elder Elric's brain as he thrashed his leg stump while wailing behind the gag.

 

There was a sound and slowly light appeared to his right. Ed could clearly see the outline of a door as several locks were unlatched and the door open, blinding Ed for a moment with the fresh light.

 

“Marcus, you're finally awake! You had Mommy so worried,” a voice called and Ed opened his eyes. Was someone else locked in the darkness too? In front of him a middle aged woman was smiling down at him as she reached down and stroked his cheek. Ed pulled back and the woman looked at him with brown eyes before smiling. “Oh, I understand you want the gag out. Well, Marcus, that can't be helped. I saw that man you were cavorting with. Dressed in that funny armor. I won't let my darling baby boy associate with such riffraff and until that man is gone that gag is going to remain in except for mealtimes.” Ed thrashed more and the woman smiled.

 

“Oh, Marcus, I've missed you too, but now you're home and once that monster of a man is gone, it will be as it was before,” she said, kissing Ed's forehead and starting to leave. Ed groaned and the woman stopped. “Is there something else?”

 

Ed thrashed before looking around quickly. It was a cellar, very heavy duty. Even if he did scream it would be hard to identify. No windows. He didn't know where he was or where Al was. He was on a small, four post bed. His left arm and right leg bound to the posts. There was a blanket by his feet.

 

“Oh! Marcus, I'm so sorry! How could Mommy be so forgetful?” the woman pulled something out from under the bed and Ed's eyes went wide with shock as she grabbed his penis and placed it against the cool metal of a bedpan. “Go ahead.” He stared at her and she laughed.

 

“Alright, alright, I was only teasing, I know you can't go unless I'm out of the room,” she chuckled and the door closed, the lantern on the floor far enough from Ed's bed not to be a fire hazard.

 

Ed studied the room more now that the woman was gone. There were no windows and the only way out seemed to be the door the woman had come from. The bed wasn't alone, there was a tub, toilet, and sink in the corner beside the door. The toilet was enough to turn Ed's stomach, the tub rested on four hideous clawed feet that looked to be solid stone. Across from the bed was a bureau that looked ready to fall apart. Then something caught Ed's attention in full.

 

There opposite the bathtub, toilet, and sink was empty space, but the walls were covered with writing.

 

`Please help me.'

 

`My name is Andrew Conahan, you stupid bitch!'

 

`Help!'

 

`Let me go, you hag!'

 

`My name is Joshua Billings.'

 

They kept coming, at least five different handwriting samples, four names, and enough messages to make Ed's body get covered in a cold sweat. The worst was the door, there was the sound of liquid hitting an empty metal vessel. Ed realized that his bladder was releasing at seeing the scratch marks covering the door and the stone surrounding the door and the bloody hand prints brown with age, plus the seven human nails were enough to scare the piss out of the elder Elric.

 

“All done, Marcus?” the woman asked and Ed shivered in fear as she entered and smiled at his now full bedpan, removing it from between his leg and his stump. “Wonderful! Do you have to do a number two?” Ed shook his head as he stared at her in horror.

 

“Good, good, I'll bring you breakfast in the morning. Would you like the covers?” she smiled at him and Ed nodded, anything but to be completely exposed and naked before this horribly confused woman. She pulled the blanket over him and tucked it in.

 

 

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Alphonse was a wreck, last night he and Ed had been attacked by an alchemist. He hadn't seen who it was, they had worn a cloak and Ed had been knocked unconscious by the initial attack. Al had tried to grab Ed to get out, the next thing he knew there was a kid playing with his helmet while another was trying to climb into his chest. Needless to say he freaked and two trials of urine marked the path of the two children.

 

Normally, Al would have felt horrible about scaring two little kids but he couldn't while his brother was missing. When he woke up and found Ed gone, the first thing Al did was contact Central and Cornel Mustang. That resulted in the inevitable waiting for Alexander Louis Armstrong, Roy Mustang, Maes Hughes, Riza Hawkeye, and a few of the other Central crew.

 

Al was pacing the train station, scaring adults and children alike, they wouldn't be arriving for another fifteen hours, but there was nothing Al could do. He had gone back to search the site where they were attacked but there was nothing. He had questioned all the homeowners and they told him they had been at the festival that Ed and Al had been leaving when they were attacked.

 

If he had his human body, Al was certain he would be crying. It was horrible, his brother, the only thing he had, was gone! Nothing could be worse, even being blasted into pieces by Scar wasn't this bad. Not knowing where Ed was, how he was doing, and who had him, it was enough to cause his armor to rattle with fear.

 

The horror of it being a homunculus was too much and Al began to pace again. There was nothing worse than not being able to do anything and not knowing anything.

 

 

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Ed was scared. Cold sweat covered his naked body as he twisted the rope around his wrist, the know was out of his reach, twisting his wrist till the skin was ready to break only let his fingers brush against the ends of the rope. If he pressed harder he might be able to reach the knot, but ripping open the skin of his wrist and leaving it open for infection in this cell was not something he wanted.

 

Then the doorway lit up, Ed froze and quickly decided to play dead. He closed his eyes and relaxed. The door opened and someone entered. There was the setting down of something by the bed, then a shuffling of something into the corner. The rush of water told Ed the bathtub was being filled.

 

“Marcus, baby, wake up for Mommy,” a voice said and hands began to stroke Ed's cheeks. He jerked away and looked at the woman, she was in a housedress, it was very…matronly, she looked healthier than she did last night, well he thought it was night. “Did Mommy's good boy get a good night's sleep?” Ed nodded, anything to get the woman away from him.

 

“Oh good,” she said as she smiled, sitting on the bed next to Ed, pulling a stool over with a tray of food. “Mommy's going to remove the gag, now will you be a good boy and not yell?” Ed nodded and the woman's eyes darkened, making Ed's hair stand on end in fear.

 

“You better not break your promise, Marcus, Mommy wouldn't have to operate again, it went so poorly last time,” she hissed and Ed shook his head, eyes wide and sweat dripping down his brow as he looked at his crazy captor. She smiled, seemingly harmless and motherly. He studied her as she moved over him, her skin was darker than his, her hair a light brown, closer to what Al's hair had once been, and her eyes were a light brown. If Ed had seen her on the street, he'd never guess she was a lunatic.

 

“Good boy, Marcus,” she said as she reached around his head and released his gag, slowly removing it from his mouth, her fingers gently moving over his lips, checking for blood from chapping, Ed guessed. “How is Mommy's good boy?” Ed looked at her expecting face and he swallowed. He had to make it out of this. He had to find Al and get this woman locked up. He wasn't the best actor, but he could do enough.

 

“I'm…I'm good, M-m-mommy,” he stammered, it hurt him to call this woman by such a sacred title, but he would defile his mother's memory worse if he died and left Al trapped in that armor shell alone. He looked up at her and tried to smile, but it was obviously forced, still the woman smiled with joy and pride before holding a bowl.

 

“I brought you some oatmeal, I know you don't like it, but you've been gone so long, Mommy wasn't prepared to find you so soon,” she said before lifting the spoon and moving it towards Ed's mouth. He was scared to eat as she looked down at him and sighed. “I know, Baby, but Mommy doesn't have much else, I will go to the store later and get you better food, for now, just eat this for Mommy. You wouldn't want Mommy to use the feeding tube would you?” Ed quickly opened his mouth, letting her place the warm oatmeal into his mouth. The thought of having a tube shoved down his throat was too much.

 

“What a good boy!” she cried and Ed swallowed quickly, opening up to receive the next spoonful. It seemed like an endless torture as she fed him. Finally stopping and smiling. She leaned down and to Ed's horror kissed him on the forehead, the tip of his nose, and then lightly on his lips. “Mommy is so proud of her Marcus.” She placed the bowl down and lifted something up, it was a very long straw.

 

“Drink your milk while Mommy finishes getting your bath ready,” she stated, placed the straw in front of his mouth. Ed gagged at the thought of milk, but he had to survive for Al. He opened and took the straw, sucking while watching her move to the tub. She went from the tub to the hall, back to the tub. Ed's straw made the familiar `empty' sucking sound. Ed was shocked really, he hadn't tasted the milk at all. The woman approached and smiled.

 

“What a good boy, Marcus!” she cried before pulling off his blanket, leaving Ed naked again. She moved toward his ropes and then stopped. “Mommy wants to give you a bath. I want your word that you'll be a good boy, Marcus.” Ed nodded. She stared at him and he swallowed nervously.

 

“I'll be a good boy, Mommy,” he whispered and she smiled. Freeing his hand and then moving to free his foot. Ed struggled to sit up, shocked when the woman lifted him into her arms. Ed nearly had a panic attack, the woman was Maes' height, then again, he was minus his automail weight, plus his short stature, it was no shock that she could lift him.

 

“Good, Marcus, Mommy loves you,” she sighed, burying her face into his shoulder, above the automail port. “Even if you are missing things, Mommy loves her Marcus.” She gently placed Ed into the warm bath water and he felt warmth move through his body.

 

Ed huddled in the bath as she pulled the stool over and sat down, pulling him over to the side before taking soap and a cloth to him. Ed was shocked as she began to scrub him clean, his eyes watching her as she moved the soap over his chest, following the soap with the rag, scrubbing firmly, causing the skin to flush.

 

“You are being such a good boy!” she smiled before pushing his hair over his shoulder and getting his back. Suddenly her hand was between his legs, rubbing the soap over an area he had taken care of himself for the past seven years!

 

“What are you doing?” he cried and she grabbed him, causing him to eep from pressure on such a tender area.

 

“Marcus, you do not talk back to your Mommy! Mommy has to clean all of you, you know that!” she snapped and Ed nodded. Slowly she used the cloth, far gentler than on the rest of him. Ed was dark red from this humiliation before she smiled and dumped water over his head. “Mommy loves to take care of her Marcus.” She sang some nonsense song as she began to wash Ed's hair.

 

The young alchemist was terrified, he had no clothing, nothing to write with, no automail limbs, and an insane woman as a caretaker.

 

“Mommy missed you so much, Marcus,” she whispered as she wrapped her arms around Ed's shoulders, her breasts against his back and his soapy head tucked under hers. Ed was so helpless, scared, and angry. There was nothing he could do. Nothing. Well, there was one thing he could do. Ed cried as the woman behind him hugged him, sung to him, and called him by a name that was not his own.

 

 

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