The Better Deal [1/?]
It is official, I am going to hell.
I really haven't the foggiest about what it's like to become a homunculus in the animeverse. Actually, I have no idea WHICH universe this is in- let's say it's a slightly-AU animeverse?
Title: The Better Deal [part 1/?]
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairings/Characters: Pride!Ed and Envy, maybe more shippy later on. Although there are quite a few creepily shippy vibes going on here... okay, a LOT of creepily shippy vibes.
Rating: PG-15 or so for now. It's... probably going to get higher.
Warnings: Character death, though it's offscreen. Squick. Violence- let's just leave it at "this is Envy and Pride!Ed, you should know what to look out for already"...
A/N: More of a series of longish drabbles in chronological order than a continued fic, really...
Everything hurt, and yet, nothing hurt at all. It was like the feeling of moving your foot after it had been in one place for hours, pins and needles digging into every inch of his skin, but no pain ever came. Just numbness and the thought: this should be hurting. He should be hungry and dying of thirst - he couldn't remember the last thing he'd eaten; had it been days ago? Weeks? - and in pain, so much pain, but - it was only nothingness.
His external wounds had healed quickly, of course, in seconds at most. The internal injuries had taken a bit more time, as he was forced to listen for what felt like hours to the sound of his own bones snapping back into place. He'd wanted to scream, but dehydration had left him unable to speak in anything but a hoarse whisper.
"Feeling better?"
Of course that bastard would come to taunt him when he was hardly able to move. Thankfully, he could still, at least, lift his head enough to glare at Envy, even if what he really wanted to do was punch his face until it was ruined beyond recognition - but in this state, that was the furthest thing from possible.
"That's what I thought." Envy crouched down in front of him, looking him straight in the face, smirking. "It won't last much longer, you know. You'll be able to move normally again soon."
How soon is soon? Ed- no, that wasn't right, he wasn't Ed anymore, he was someone - something else - thought. "Leave me alone" was the most he could manage to say.
"But where's the fun in that?" Envy asked, not expecting an answer, of course. And why would he let a chance to torment... not-Ed-anymore pass?
Not when he was this deliciously broken.
He didn't even have the strength yet to pull away when Envy's fingers wound themselves in his hair, tilting his head back - that should hurt too said the little voice in the back of his head that understood these things, after what happened to our neck - what had happened? Not-Ed-anymore couldn't remember anything except that familiar mad grin and that maniacal laugh- "sorry, you lose!" and then - blackness.
"This is going to be fun."
I doubt that, not-Ed-anymore thought.
"Look on the bright side!" Falsely cheerful. "You can't die, you don't need food or water or sleep, you're not a dog of the military anymore-"
Not-Ed-anymore's hand was, for lack of a better description, waking up. He could move the fingers now, then the entire lower half of his arm.
"- you don't have to take orders from that idiot colonel, and you don't have to worry about that burden of a little brother anymore-"
The other arm, now.
"I'd say you got the better deal, huh?"
"Deal?"
One leg now.
Envy threw his head back and laughed, loudly and as if he'd never heard a funnier thing in his life. "You mean you don't remember?"
His shoulders, and his neck, were back in something close to proper working order now. He shook his head.
And Envy kept laughing. It was almost sickening, but it had been so long since not-Ed-anymore had eaten anything that he couldn't be sick even if he was the weak-stomached type.
And then he remembered.
"Alphonse-"
And now it didn't matter if he could move again, if he was close to being able to feel again, because-
Nothing mattered any more.
I really haven't the foggiest about what it's like to become a homunculus in the animeverse. Actually, I have no idea WHICH universe this is in- let's say it's a slightly-AU animeverse?
Title: The Better Deal [part 1/?]
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairings/Characters: Pride!Ed and Envy, maybe more shippy later on. Although there are quite a few creepily shippy vibes going on here... okay, a LOT of creepily shippy vibes.
Rating: PG-15 or so for now. It's... probably going to get higher.
Warnings: Character death, though it's offscreen. Squick. Violence- let's just leave it at "this is Envy and Pride!Ed, you should know what to look out for already"...
A/N: More of a series of longish drabbles in chronological order than a continued fic, really...
Everything hurt, and yet, nothing hurt at all. It was like the feeling of moving your foot after it had been in one place for hours, pins and needles digging into every inch of his skin, but no pain ever came. Just numbness and the thought: this should be hurting. He should be hungry and dying of thirst - he couldn't remember the last thing he'd eaten; had it been days ago? Weeks? - and in pain, so much pain, but - it was only nothingness.
His external wounds had healed quickly, of course, in seconds at most. The internal injuries had taken a bit more time, as he was forced to listen for what felt like hours to the sound of his own bones snapping back into place. He'd wanted to scream, but dehydration had left him unable to speak in anything but a hoarse whisper.
"Feeling better?"
Of course that bastard would come to taunt him when he was hardly able to move. Thankfully, he could still, at least, lift his head enough to glare at Envy, even if what he really wanted to do was punch his face until it was ruined beyond recognition - but in this state, that was the furthest thing from possible.
"That's what I thought." Envy crouched down in front of him, looking him straight in the face, smirking. "It won't last much longer, you know. You'll be able to move normally again soon."
How soon is soon? Ed- no, that wasn't right, he wasn't Ed anymore, he was someone - something else - thought. "Leave me alone" was the most he could manage to say.
"But where's the fun in that?" Envy asked, not expecting an answer, of course. And why would he let a chance to torment... not-Ed-anymore pass?
Not when he was this deliciously broken.
He didn't even have the strength yet to pull away when Envy's fingers wound themselves in his hair, tilting his head back - that should hurt too said the little voice in the back of his head that understood these things, after what happened to our neck - what had happened? Not-Ed-anymore couldn't remember anything except that familiar mad grin and that maniacal laugh- "sorry, you lose!" and then - blackness.
"This is going to be fun."
I doubt that, not-Ed-anymore thought.
"Look on the bright side!" Falsely cheerful. "You can't die, you don't need food or water or sleep, you're not a dog of the military anymore-"
Not-Ed-anymore's hand was, for lack of a better description, waking up. He could move the fingers now, then the entire lower half of his arm.
"- you don't have to take orders from that idiot colonel, and you don't have to worry about that burden of a little brother anymore-"
The other arm, now.
"I'd say you got the better deal, huh?"
"Deal?"
One leg now.
Envy threw his head back and laughed, loudly and as if he'd never heard a funnier thing in his life. "You mean you don't remember?"
His shoulders, and his neck, were back in something close to proper working order now. He shook his head.
And Envy kept laughing. It was almost sickening, but it had been so long since not-Ed-anymore had eaten anything that he couldn't be sick even if he was the weak-stomached type.
And then he remembered.
"Alphonse-"
And now it didn't matter if he could move again, if he was close to being able to feel again, because-
Nothing mattered any more.