Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Replacement ❯ The Fate of the Not-Marcus ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: I do not own FMA, but I do own the PS2 game and first DVD.

 

AN: Normally I do Author's Notes at the end of my chapters but I realized something with one of the recent comments. Detective Woodgrove is NOT a chimera. I repeat she is NOT a chimera. What I did and now realize is confusing, is I called her squad the Chimera Squad, you know, like Delta Squad. She was part of a team that called themselves the Chimera Squad. They were NOT chimeras. I'm sorry for the confusion.

 

 

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3: The Fates of the Not-Marcus

 

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Ed yawned before he realized what pulled him from his sweet slumber, someone was petting his head. His eyes opened but the only thing he could see were two glowing orbs in the blackness, the Nina-Alexander was staring at him and he screamed behind the gag.

 

“New…Marcus…” a voice growled, so unhuman Ed felt sick, a chimera capable of human speak…a human chimera.

 

“Poor new Marcus,” another voice stated and Ed noticed three more pairs of glowing eyes. Ed had four chimeras in his cell with him.

 

“Is…hurt?” a voice struggled to speak and Ed realized there had to be something in the mouth making it so hard to speak. He shook his head as tears ran down his face.

 

“Will be,” a fourth voice stated before all the eyes were by his side. There was the sound of claws clicking against the floor. “All of us hurt by the end.” This one spoke very well. Ed tried to talk, the gag making all his words consist of vowels.

 

“Go…now?” one asked and Ed shook his head as he sat up and pulled at his chain.

 

“Can't…” another stated and there was a clicking of claws as two pairs of eyes vanished, the sound of the door opening. Ed screamed and cried behind his gag and the remaining eyes looked at him. Suddenly hands were on his ankle around the shackle.

 

“Don't!” a voice hissed.

 

“Why not? We could save him!” the one that spoke the clearest was trying to free him. Ed sat up, slowly realizing that the hands on his leg were furry, with pads on the fingers and palm, sharp claws grazed his skin every now and then, not breaking the skin, but there.

 

“She…kill…” another voice whispered.

 

“Maybe death is nicer,” the voice helping him stated as he tugged at the chain for a while longer, suddenly he was gone.

 

“Not…die…for…him,” the one with something in his mouth growled and there was the sound of a struggle before the door opened.

 

“Help him!” the one that spoke well cried and a single pair of eyes looked at Ed.

 

“Sorry…no want…die…” with that the eyes vanished and the door closed, the sounds of the lock clicking in place. Ed curled up in the darkness, unsure if it was day or night, but certain he didn't want to end up like that…a chimera.

 

 

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“This is where Edward was abducted?” Woodgrove asked as she looked around. “Do you have something of his on you?” Hawkeye held out Ed's suitcase that Al had been clinging to since they had arrived. Woodgrove opened it up to find a pair of boxers.

 

“What are you doing with my brother's underwear?” Al demanded and Woodgrove looked at Al as if he was insulting her.

 

“Ed wasn't the kind to go commando was he?” she asked and the group stared at Al who shook his head, somehow managing a flush. “Good.”

 

“What are you planning on doing?” Maes asked and she lit a cigarette before walking around. She smirked as she held the boxers out and then placed them on the ground.

 

“My father was a very talented Alchemist, he was a whiz with chimeras, tutored that Tucker fellow. When I heard what happened with Tucker I was certain my father was spinning in his grave,” Woodgrove said as she looked at the boxers on the ground. “However, my father hated chimeras, called them atrocities and regretted making them. My father turned to finding uses for alchemy in investigations. He created a method of alchemy to trace dead skin and fibers that had touched a person.” The group was shocked.

 

“Gregory Woodgrove was your father?” Armstrong asked and Woodgrove smirked before nodding. She flicked her cigarette at the boxers, letting them burn before stomping a thick leather boot down, creating a circle with her arms. The alchemic reaction began at her boot, the fire turned to light, then an outline shone in a corner…an Ed-shaped outline.

 

 

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Ed woke up when the door opened, this time it was the woman with a lantern and with something to eat. Ed stared at her as she came in, another matronly housedress with a few dirt smudges on the apron.

 

“How is Mommy's good Marcus?” she asked as she placed the tray of fruit down in front of Ed. He sat up and lowered his head, something on the floor caught his attention. There were small scratches on the floor by the door, where the helpful chimera had probably been pulled from the room.

 

“Mommy hopes the Pets didn't scare Marcus. The Pets are nice, a bit rough, but they are Good Pets,” she stated as she released Ed's gag and he stared at her.

 

“Why me?” he whispered, he was going insane being locked in the dark, then her bipolar mood swings, now chimeras, what else could she do to him? He wanted some answers damn it! Ed hid behind his bangs, studying her through his hair. She sat there for a moment before catching his jaw and forcing him to face her.

 

“Marcus tried to leave his Mommy. He tried to leave like Daddy, and those others, but Mommy loved her Marcus, he was her last and he was so helpless, he needs his Mommy. Marcus is Mommy's precious baby, she won't let him go,” the woman said looking at Ed with that sinister light in her eyes. “Marcus should know, Marcus was punished for trying to leave Mommy! Marcus was punished for marking up the walls! Marcus was punished for screaming! Marcus was punished for saying dirty words!” Ed's eyes widened in fear as the woman began screaming her rants. Her fingers and nails digging into his face as she stood up, forcing his head back so he would look her in those mad eyes of hers.

 

“Marcus wanted to do what all the others did! But Mommy wouldn't lose her Marcus. Mommy mad sure that Marcus could never, ever leave his Mommy. Every time Mommy sees Marcus outside she realizes that the one she has isn't Marcus! She knows how clever Marcus is. Alchemy was Mommy's gift to Marcus, she uses Alchemy to keep her Marcus right…where…he…belongs!” She screamed before Ed whined pitifully as the truth hit him like a train. She killed her own son! Dear God, the woman killed her own son! She must have seen boys that looked like her son, taken them here too. She must have then seen other boys that looked similar to her son and thought that they were him and the ones she had were fakes. She would punish them when they talked back, wrote on the walls, swore at her, did anything a mother would punish a son for, but then once she realized they were fakes…she killed them too.

 

Ed didn't want to cry but the tears were building in his eyes. He had nothing to write with, no way he could draw a transmutation circle, he had only one arm and one leg, and he didn't even know where he was. The tears were a mix of fear and anger at the situation. If only he had a pen or a stone.

“Oh…oh Marcus, Mommy is sorry, Mommy gets angry easier now,” the woman whispered as she leaned over and pulled her hand back. His blood was coating her fingers and she looked at her hand. “Marcus should know better than to make Mommy upset now.” She began to lick her fingers clean and Ed stared in abject horror as she licked his blood off her fingers before pushing him down.

 

“Please…I can clean myself,” he whispered and his wrist was pressed into the bed. The woman glared at him before shaking her head and straddling his waist. Ed was horrified.

 

“No, Marcus, you are Mommy's son, you could use your blood to draw a transmutation circle again. Mommy won't make that mistake twice,” she moved towards him, catching a fistful of hair in her hand as she moved over him, her mouth finding the cuts she made on his chin. Ed sobbed as her hot mouth closed over each cut, her tongue moving over his skin and down his neck. She cleaned his blood from his neck and chin, resting her weight on top of him. Ed stayed still until he felt her lips cover the pulse point on his throat, it made him jerk against her. Her tongue playing over his skin, the warmth, the wet, it was too much for a much too celibate and too hormonal teenager. Ed gritted his teeth against the pleasure, it was so wrong to feel this kind of pleasure from his torturer and captor. Her wrist held his down in a vice-like grip as she sucked harder on his neck, flicking her vile tongue in a way that started to result in blood flow to the one place Ed didn't want it. Slowly she stopped and Ed turned his flushed face away from her, tears of rage over his traitorous body leaking from his eyes.

 

“Is Marcus embarrassed? Mommy understands, Daddy was very sensitive around the neck too. Mommy will take care of it,” she stated and Ed's eyes widened in shock as she moved off of him to the side. His wrist still in her hand and against the mattress as her other hand moved to another part of his body. Ed stared at horror, his voice cut off as her hand found his now erect penis.

 

 

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Woodgrove had her gun in her hand as she walked down the alley, the Ed-shaped glowing outline had not ended in legs but a path of light. Currently the group was following the path of alchemic light as Woodgrove carefully led the way down the ally. Hawkeye, Fulman, Maes, and Havoc all had their guns out as well, staying behind the Detective as she looked around the corner.

 

“This is what we call the Hollows,” Woodgrove whispered. “When Laketon was formed it was a frontier town, mostly men, very few women and families. This was where the fishermen and lumbermen would come to drink and relax. As the village grew bars shut down in favor of pubs and bordellos were closed due to the scrutiny of suspicious housewives. This part of town should be demolished, but the town wants city status before asking for some State Alchemic help in turning the houses back into raw materials. There's some good brick and timber in these old buildings.”

 

“Why is this of interest?” Roy snapped, he was getting irritated and Woodgrove gave him a look.

 

“The Hollows are where all the backroom deals occur, any crime is usually planned in one of the abandoned buildings. The few murders that have occurred have been here, and most of all, of the five bodies, three were found in the lake mashes that border the Hollows,” Woodgrove stated. “We need to be prepared to fight an alchemist who kidnaps and kills.”

 

“Good point,” Maes stated as she turned the corner, the path led into another maze of alleyways. “No one is going to attack us first are they?”

 

“Possibly, but most of the scum knows to avoid me, I've been searching the abandoned buildings for more bodies and clues, so far nothing, but I can always hope,” Woodgrove stated as she continued to lead them through the abandoned section of town where Ed was hopefully still alive.

 

 

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Ed wanted to die as he cried out, arching his back as his captor finished him off. He sobbed at the warm liquid pooled on his abdomen, chest, and captor. She hummed as she gently patted his cheek.

 

“Stay still, Mommy will clean you off,” she stated as she walked over to the tub and Ed looked at his semen on his body. He felt the tears on his cheeks as he realized that he was perverted enough to get off because his kidnapper had jacked him off. Ed could only masturbate rarely, that was the downside of having a brother that didn't need to sleep and inns that didn't have private bathrooms. He felt so violated, he wondered if rape victims felt this way.

 

“There we go,” a warm cloth moved over his lower belly, she gently cleaned him off before wiping her hand clean and smiling. “Now eat up, Mommy will get your clean sheets.” With the locking of the door, Ed was left with the bowl of fruit. Apple slices, banana, raisins, cucumber, and some other dried fruit. Nothing wet enough to make a transmutation circle with. Ed began to eat, if he had a whole body he would be curled into a fetal ball eating, but because he was less, his leg was curled to support him while he fed himself. If she had left him with some blood or semen he could have done it. She wouldn't allow that and he was afraid to see what would happen if he broke the bowl. He couldn't let himself get killed, he would have to wait and hope she made a mistake or that Al and the others would find him. He had to get Al his body before he could have the luxury of dying.

 

 

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The group stared at the building, the path led to the door. Woodgrove looked at them.

 

“I don't know what to expect, but I want to go in and hit hard, I assume everyone is trained to that point?” everyone but Al nodded. “Mr. Elric, you will cover our backs, I will go first, once I give the all clear you can follow.” With that Woodgrove moved to the side of the door, she whipped around and kicked in the door, disappearing into the darkness.

 

For several seconds that felt like hours the group didn't breathe until she stood there with her back to them and made a come motion. Quickly the soldiers and the soul trapped in a suit of armor followed into the living room of the house. Woodgrove looked around.

 

“This place is too clean,” she stated and the others took note of the lack of dust, dirt, and spider webs. “Common crooks don't clean this much. We break up into two groups. Major Armstrong, take those two with guns with you as well as Mr. Elric. Cornel Mustang, I would prefer you accompany me with the Lieutenant and the Lieutenant Cornel. We'll take care of down here and the Major's group will take care of the upstairs.”

 

“Understood, do it,” Roy stated and the group divided.

 

 

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Ed stared at his empty fruit bowl, he was so nervous, he wanted to pee, he could use that for a transmutation circle, but…could he draw that well, Al always made fun of his name in snow.

 

“Big brother, your name looks like Egwan,” Al's voice resounded in his head and Ed wanted nothing more than for his brother to come along and tell him everything was alright. Ed would gladly accept hugging his metal brother's cold body naked than another moment trapped in this madwoman's basement.

 

 

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“How's the upstairs?” Roy asked as Armstrong, Fulman, Havoc, and Al entered the living room.

 

“Empty, sir, just as clean, but empty,” Armstrong sighed. The usual pink sparkle around the man was gone, Armstrong did care about the Elrics as if they were his own sons, it was no wonder the man was so down.

 

“If there's nothing upstairs, Lieutenant Hawkeye and I have found something,” Woodgrove stated. The group looked at the heavy wooden door that could only lead to a basement.

 

“Well?” Roy asked and Woodgrove pulled out a piece of chalk, drawing a symbol that Roy recognized, before placing her hand on it and blasting the door open. The group rushed in!

 

 

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The woman's scream rang behind the door and then the sound of a struggle, a gun went off before there was the dull sound of a body falling down stairs and then colliding with the door. Ed froze, his eyes looking at the bottom of the door, then slowly blood began to slip under the door, creating an ever growing puddle. Ed's eyes widened in hope as the doorknob jiggled.

 

 

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Woodgrove kicked the body of the woman that had rushed up at them in the darkness. She was sickly looking, the butcher knife in her hands stained with blood, her eyes gazed over in death.

 

“This was Madcap Maggie,” she stated as she watched the woman's blood slip under the heavy basement door. “She was homeless, lost her husband and three sons in the Ishbal incident. Lost her mind and house afterwards. I heard she was being charged with killing small animals, but…”

 

“The door's locked!” Al cried as he jiggled the handle.

 

 

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The handle slowly stopped jiggling and there was a scratching sound on the door, it was light and almost inaudible. Ed felt his heart pound in hope.

 

 

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Woodgrove placed her hand over the same transmutation circle as before and the door blasted open….

 

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Ed's eyes widened in shock as the door opened.

 

 

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“It's empty…” Al whispered and the group stared around the room. In the corner was a trunk and in the other corner was a pile of rages.

 

“The path died at the door,” Woodgrove stated. “Maggie could have come in if the door was left unlocked. Search her body for a key to this door.” With that Woodgrove moved to the trunk as Hawkeye moved to the pile of rags.

 

The sound of Woodgrove's gun blasting off the lock on the trunk was replied by Roy.

 

“There's nothing on her,” Roy stated.

 

“Nothing in the rags,” Hawkeye reported.

 

“That's because it's in here,” Woodgrove stated as she held up a familiar red jacket. “Maggie didn't do this.”

 

“Ed's jacket!” Al cried as he rushed over and peered into the trunk, there were all of Ed's clothes that he had been wearing. Slowly Al pulled out the two most terrifying objects of all. Ed's automail arm and Ed's automail leg.

 

 

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“Is Mommy's Marcus alright?” the woman stated as she stood in the doorway, the gun in a malformed hand of a chimera. Ed's eyes were locked on the chimera. It wasn't very humanoid, but it was scarily similar to the Nina-Alexander. Only it had far more human hands than the Nina-Alexander did. The face was staring at Ed and there was a slight rasping from the mouth. “The Pet was bad, he wanted to take away Marcus, but Mommy won't let anything take away her baby.” Ed stared at the creature, the large hole in its chest was obviously caused by the saber in the woman's hand.

 

“What…what is that?” Ed managed to whisper and the woman smiled.

 

“That's a Pet, Mommy makes Pets out of the Good Not-Marcus, you know that Marcus,” she said and Ed it the wall he backed up so far on the bed. The creature's eyes slowly glazed over and the gun fell from its furry hand.

 

“He…he was on of the ones that wrote on the wall?” Ed asked and the woman shook her head.

 

“No Marcus, you know Mommy took care of the Bad Not-Marcus, they wouldn't try and trick me again, I kept their heads to make sure,” she growled and Ed's head hit the wall with an audible thud. “The Good Not-Marcus couldn't leave. Mommy won't have them come looking for her Marcus. She won't loose her Marcus again, not even to a Pet.” With that she reached out and shoved the gag in Ed's mouth before wrestling him to the bed.

 

“The Pet scared you, don't worry, I'll take care of you,” the saber approached Ed and his eyes widened before he closed them in fear, then came the feeling of something around his wrist and a tightening of his chain. Ed looked up at his arm to see it was chained to the bed again. “Mommy will keep her Marcus like this for a little bit. Marcus got too scared.” The woman placed the bedpan under him before moving to the chimera. She began to draw with the blood and Ed watched in horror as the body was deteriorated into a bag made from the creature's skin. The woman dragged it away, allowing a trapped Ed to stare at the bloody puddle and think about what he had discovered.

 

 

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ANII: Review and let me know what you think, not enough crazy woman freaking Ed out, too much incestuous crazy woman, letting me know what a jerk I am for leaving Ed in the basement totally helpless? et dangerous in the next chapter. Keep reading.