Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Replacement ❯ Mommy Misses Daddy and Marcus ( Chapter 2 )

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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2-Mommy Misses Daddy and Marcus

 

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Roy Mustang stared at the man behind the desk, who was laughing at them as if they were pulling a joke on him. He wiped his eyes before taking in the stern looks.

 

“Oh, you're serious, I thought you were joking,” the man said quickly straightening his modest uniform. “You have to understand, the night you say your friend vanished is the fall harvest, we celebrate the work of the year. Every year about forty individuals `vanish', some for a few days, usually we end up celebrating marriages. My apologies for thinking you were kidding.”

 

Roy felt some of his anger diminish, this man probably had a joke like that pulled on him several times, he probably laughed just as long and loud every year for the past thirty years of his life.

 

“Please, you have to find my brother,” Al cried and the officer looked at him before nodding.

 

“Alright, do you have a picture we can use for a Missing poster, color would be best,” the officer stated and Al pulled out a photo of Ed and him from the some random party in the past six months.

 

“Will this do?” Al asked and as soon as the smiling officer saw the photo he froze, the laughter died on his face.

 

“I see…” the officer muttered before reaching for his phone with a fumbling hand. He dialed and the tension in the room tripled. “Morgan, is the Detective in. No. No, the one on serial case. Good. I'll tell you later.” The phone slipped into the cradle and the officer handed Al the photo back.

 

“What's going on?” Roy demanded and the officer shook his head.

 

“Upstairs, Office 218, Detective Woodgrove will be waiting for you,” the officer said before turning to his paperwork.

 

Roy nodded to Maes as they got up and hurried to the next floor opening the door to Office 218.

 

 

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Ed stared at the writing on the wall as the woman brushed his hair. A shackle was around his ankle, securing him to the bed. While he was in the tub she had moved to the bed and he had seen a flash of an alchemic reaction. It scared him more that a woman capable of science would be so mentally unstable.

 

She had carried him to bed and placed him down, shackled him immediately, then, she sat on the bed, propped up on pillows against the headboard, before pulling him back between her legs so she could brush his hair.

 

Ed was rereading the cries for help as her fingers moved through his hair, the nails gently scratching his scalp in a way that made goosebumps break out across his body in pleasure. He was sick with his body's reaction to her treatment. She had brushed his hair till it was dry and now was just playing with it, playing with him.

 

“My Marcus is so handsome, like his Daddy,” she whispered and she wrapped her arms around him. Ed froze as she hugged him from behind, surrounding him like some horrible spider wrapping up its captured fly. “Mommy misses Daddy.” Her hand stroked his shoulder and Ed felt ill.

 

“M-m-mommy still has Marcus,” he whispered and her nails bit into his flesh, causing Ed to whimper in pain. The woman's lips fell on the wounds she inflicted and Ed froze, goosebumps of fear rose on his skin.

 

“Mommy will kiss Marcus' booboos better,” she hissed, her lips pressing down, tongue running over each mark she made. “Mommy missed her Marcus. Did you miss Mommy, Marcus?” Ed was shocked, but his mouth knew what to say.

 

“Mar-umph!” the gag was shoved into his mouth and the woman kissed his cheek.

 

“Marcus was a very good boy. Mommy is happy, so happy Marcus can move around the room, but he has to stay chained to the bed,” the woman said as she got up, leaving the lantern to illuminate the room. The door closed and the various locks sounded. Ed reached up and tried to remove the gag, his fingers finding, to his horror, that to remove the gag, you needed a key.

 

The elder Elric curled up on the bed, wrapping the blanket around him as he looked at his cell. The blood on the walls here and there spoke all too well about his future. He had to hope Al had called the Cornel. Mustang was a complete jerk, but he would gladly accept the Jerk's assistance than remain trapped with this new `Mommy'.

 

 

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Roy opened the door to see the back of a very curvy woman as she talked on the phone while looking out the window behind her desk.

 

“I don't care if it's expensive to ship him out here. I need his expertise in decomposition. That is none of your business. No, you idiot, it's a confidential case, no one but participating detectives and professional experts are given that kind of information,” she raised a finger at the group and indicated the chairs scattered around the office. “You will tell Graham to get his tight ass on the next train out of that hellhole and get here within the week, I'm claiming the IOU. Oh, he'll know what I'm talking about.” She hung up the phone before turning around. The dark brown hair, that was in a bun so tight it made Hawkeye's hair look relaxed, was giving the illusion that it was a dark red and not a deep brown.

 

“I assume you are Detective Woodgrove?” Roy asked and the woman nodded. She slipped the police jacket off, revealing a military style undershirt with the sleeves cut off.

 

“Yes, mind if I smoke?” she asked as she pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her police jacket. The group shook their heads and Havoc took out a cigarette of his own. “So I assume you're here to report someone missing. Let me see the photo.” Al handed the photo over as she lit her cigarette. Roy saw the tattoo on her bicep, a familiar unit that had been disbanded.

 

“You were a Chimera?” he asked and the others stared at her in shock.

 

“Yea, Chimera Squadron, I joined soon after it formed, I quit a month after that Ishbal fiasco began,” she stated as she looked at the picture, not looking at them. When her eyes did move up a few of the group stiffened. Her eyes were the same honey gold as the missing Elric.

 

“You quit?” Roy asked and she smirked.

 

“Dishonorable discharge was the official report, I made life hard for my commanding officers and told them I wanted out, eventually we agreed that `Lewd conduct unbefitting a Soldier' was a good enough excuse,” she said with a smirk. Roy chuckled. “I'm not joking, I had to go through half my squad and sexually harass them before they kicked me out. You try and get a man to testify that he was sexually harassed, practically impossible.” Roy and Hughes smirked more before she turned her eyes to Ed's image. Her pale skin flushed as she looked at him, she looked mad and quickly finished her cigarette.

 

“So, why are we here?” Al asked and Detective Woodgrove sighed.

 

“Laketon is a rather prosperous town, in four more years we'll be able to apply for reassessment as a city. In the past, nearly a decade now, something horrible has been kept secret,” she got up and opened a door into an adjacent office. “Follow me.”

 

The group entered the next room and Al cried out as he saw the bulletin board. Nine pictures were tacked up, three had dark hair, two had red hair, four had various shades of blond hair, all had light brown or gold eyes.

 

“May I keep this?” Detective Woodgrove asked and Al nodded as he stared at the boys that all looked eerily similar in appearance. The Detective moved to the bulletin board and the group all made some form of shock as the Detective folded the picture and placed Ed's image at the end of the line of pictures, placing the date over his image. “Laketon has been plagued for the past seven years by a serial kidnapper and murderer.”

 

Al did something no one expected…he fainted.

 

 

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Ed moved along the floor surrounding the bed, looking for anything he could draw with. The floor was amazingly clean of debris; stains however, were another matter. Ed had looked under the bed to be horrified by the sight of a large brown stain that could only be old blood.

 

He had been looking for anything he could use to draw an array with, but it had been hard trying to move with only one leg and one arm. He sobbed in helpless anger behind his gag, struggling to get onto the bed and curling up as he tugged at his shackle. It was no use, it was alchemically created, becoming part of the bed and fusing completely around his ankle.

 

Tears of frustrated vulnerability trailed down his cheeks, his arm moving to rub them away. Ed hated to cry, but he couldn't help it, it was rare he cried, he had barely cried since the death of his mother. Now, however, with the fear of death and the thought of leaving Alphonse all alone in a world where his true form would nominate him for a lifetime playing a lab rat. Ed couldn't leave Al alone, but if he was trapped in this lunatic's basement, he couldn't do anything about it.

 

The door began to unlock and Ed looked up to see the woman enter with a plate of food and a chair. She smiled warmly at Ed before setting down the chair, pulling the stool over and setting down the plate. It was a wrap of some sort, filled with chicken, cheese, and a few other things Ed recognized.

 

“Mommy brought her good Marcus lunch,” she stated as she reached over, pulling Ed so he was sitting on the edge of the bed across the stool from her. “Here we go.” She pulled the gag from Ed's mouth without Ed seeing the key. He closed his eyes and licked his lips before he felt her lips against his. Ed freaked out and nearly pulled back before he remembered her bipolar attitude in the tub.

 

“Mommy's good boy has such rough lips. Mommy will take care of that later, now it's time to eat up,” with that she cut the corner of the wrap and offered the fork with the piece on it. Ed opened his mouth and the woman smiled as he ate. “How is it?”

 

“Very good…Mommy,” Ed whispered and she smiled happily. “This is the best behaved Marcus in a long time. Mommy is so pleased with you!”

 

She continued to feed Ed his lunch.

 

 

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“Some wise guy wanted to call it the Lion-Eyed Killer, but many of us found it offensive. So far we've only found five bodies,” Detective Woodgrove stated as she stood in front of the bulletin board. “So four are still under missing, but we feel it's unlikely that they're alive.”

 

“You mean Ed's dead?” Al cried and Woodgrove shook her head.

 

“Actually, it's quite the opposite,” she moved to the board. “The disappearances are usually one a year, and when we find the bodies, they're usually under a day dead.”

 

“So, the kidnapper keeps them alive for extended periods of time,” Roy stated and Woodgrove nodded.

 

“At least eight months. The kidnapper usually picks a youth, age thirteen to eighteen, all around five foot two,” Woodgrove pointed to five pictures that were circled with black marker. “These five were the ones found. Each body was found minus the head, however, on these three,” she pointed to two brunettes and a redhead, “were found with traces of dye on their shoulders. We did a comparison and found that it was blond hair dye. I'm sure she's looking for blond, golden eyes adolescents for a reason.”

 

“She?” Hawkeye asked and Woodgrove nodded. Her brows lowering as she thought before nodding.

 

“I haven't talked to some of the others about this yet because it is a radical theory, but I think the suspect is female,” she stated.

 

“And why would you assume that?” Maes asked.

 

“The cause of death in the five bodies has a similarity to what you see in wartimes when a mother will kill her child,” Woodgrove looked at Roy. “Most mothers will kill their child rather than see them dead at enemy hands. Usually they smother, poison, or drown their children. The first two were poisoned and the other three drowned. I think this kidnapper is trying to find a son, and not only that, but a crippled son.”

 

“What?” was a resounding exclamation and Woodgrove pointed to four pictures.

 

“This is the `first' victim, he was crippled as a child when a tree fell on him, he was missing both his left arm and left leg. He had been fitted with an automail leg, he would have been able to afford his arm a year to the day he was reported missing,” Woodgrove moved to the next image. “`Three' was minus an arm due to playing with firecrackers as a teen, `four' was missing a leg as was `seven', and now number `ten' is missing an arm and a leg.”

 

“His name is Edward!” Al cried and Woodgrove shook her head.

 

“His name will be dirt if you don't calm down, when was he taken?” she asked.

 

“The night of the festival,” Al stated and her eyes widened.

 

“Where?!” she cried as she grabbed a spike of Al's armor and pulled him down to be face to face with her.

 

“An ally behind several of the bars,” he cried and she smiled before kissing Al's armor.

 

“We might have a good shot of saving your friend,” she cried before grabbing her jacket and exiting the room. “Come on!”

 

 

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“Marcus has been so good today,” the woman whispered as she stroked Ed's face and he fought the urge to pull away. “Mommy will heal Marcus' dry lips.” Ed closed his eyes as she pulled him toward her. He waited for whatever medicine she was going to use, instead to his complete and utter revulsion he felt her lips on his before his bottom lip was sucked into her mouth. He tried to cry out only to have her tongue lavish his lip before grabbing his hair and holding him so she could repeat the process on his upper lip.

 

“Marcus tastes like Daddy, maybe Mommy didn't find Marcus this time,” she whispered as she looked at Ed. The strange light that was burning in her eyes was enough to cause Ed to whimper and cry out for his real mother. The light vanished. “Of course Marcus tastes like Daddy, Daddy made Marcus with Mommy, so naturally Marcus tastes like Daddy. Mommy found Marcus.” Ed backed away from her, unable to escape as she forced the gag into his mouth again. She got up and took the chair, plate, and lantern with her, leaving Ed in the darkness to think as the locks clicked shut.

 

The woman was beyond disturbed, she thought he was her son, or her husband, or somebody he definitely wasn't and Ed was getting a horrible idea that she was going to realize he wasn't who she thought and he was going to go the path of the people who wrote on the walls.

 

 

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AN: I hope everyone was deeply disturbed by what happened to Ed in this chapter and is hopeful that the others will find a clue at the scene of the abduction. Even if you're upset about Ed's submissiveness, things are going to get dangerous in the next chapter. Keep reading.