Uncle Scar- the beginning
Uncle Scar, the beginning
Rating: G
Spoilers: We will spoil everything we can get our hands on for both Manga and Anime. You’ve been warned.
Note: This is the first part of the epic, welcome to Uncle Scar
He wondered why he was doing this. He hadn’t the faintest of ideas why he would come to this place, in the middle of a rainstorm no less, to see some woman he’d never laid eyes on before. No, that wasn’t true. He was here because he’d promised his long dead brother he’d do it, since he’d been so convinced she’d left with his unborn child when she’d returned to Amestris from her Ishbal studies. He’d never mentioned her before those ramblings, but after…
It had taken a while, years, to get to where he currently was. Her last name wasn’t Devaroe anymore, and that had only caused him problems in trying to track her down. He knew this entire thing could be in vain, but a promise was just that, so until he confirmed the reality or lack thereof by his own eyes, then he’d keep looking. He wasn’t about to have a nephew running around this country with a complete lack of influence by his side of the family.
It wasn’t late enough to warrant all the lights being out in the house, and as he stopped at the door to knock, he let his mind wander. If nobody was here, he’d have to find a place to stay for the night. Of course he wouldn’t be here at all if it weren’t for that adamant promise.
--
He didn’t know what to do. His older brother was mutilated, covered with those black marks from head to toe, and all he could think was that he had to get him covered, make sure that he wasn’t seen like that. It was a bit hard to catch up with him though, as his brother seemed intent on running through the city, not letting his concerned younger sibling stop him.
It was only when he finally came to a stop near one of the buildings that had been demolished close to the beginning of the killing that he seemed willing to let the younger near him. The reason behind that was unnerving though, as insanity was briefly tinged with sorrow and guilt. They were gone before he could question his brother, but he didn’t have the chance.
“I betrayed her. I betrayed Cayliss here, and she can never forgive me because I failed. I failed and failed the child it caused!” The words started calm, then quickly rose in pitch to an agonized shout.
He had to spring forward quickly to keep him from resuming his marathon. “What child, what betrayal? You couldn’t have betrayed Cayliss, you loved her too much.” Enough for this even…
“No, I did. She was a student. All oddly colored eyes and pale skin. I couldn’t help it! It was supposed to just be a friendship, but it got out of hand, and now there’s a child. A child I didn’t know about! I didn’t know!”
The younger brother tightened his grip, taking a deep breath of his own. Maybe if he was lucky he could get his brother to calm. If he could manage that, maybe this could be reversed… somehow. “If you didn’t know, then how could there be a child? How could you suddenly know now?”
The older of the two let himself be pulled out of sight as his eyes took on a slightly fanatical burn for a moment. “They told me. When they took her from me they told me I’ve a little boy. She had a little boy from me Jarenth.”
Finally getting them inside, he wrapped the coverings tightly around his brother. “Who is ‘she’ brother?”
“Trisha… Trisha Devaroe.”
--
Shaking himself harshly out of the memory before it could play out any further, he noted there had been no answer. At first he thought perhaps that it was because they’d seen him and decided not to answer, before the crackle in the air made him realize it was something else. He’d experienced this before and it had led to his brother’s insanity.
As a feeling of complete dread swamped him, he threw the unlocked door open, charging inside without consideration of the consequences. Even if this proved not to be his family, he couldn’t just let it happen. Not again.
He was on the steps to the basement where the light was coming from as everything turned dark.
To be continued.
Rating: G
Spoilers: We will spoil everything we can get our hands on for both Manga and Anime. You’ve been warned.
Note: This is the first part of the epic, welcome to Uncle Scar
He wondered why he was doing this. He hadn’t the faintest of ideas why he would come to this place, in the middle of a rainstorm no less, to see some woman he’d never laid eyes on before. No, that wasn’t true. He was here because he’d promised his long dead brother he’d do it, since he’d been so convinced she’d left with his unborn child when she’d returned to Amestris from her Ishbal studies. He’d never mentioned her before those ramblings, but after…
It had taken a while, years, to get to where he currently was. Her last name wasn’t Devaroe anymore, and that had only caused him problems in trying to track her down. He knew this entire thing could be in vain, but a promise was just that, so until he confirmed the reality or lack thereof by his own eyes, then he’d keep looking. He wasn’t about to have a nephew running around this country with a complete lack of influence by his side of the family.
It wasn’t late enough to warrant all the lights being out in the house, and as he stopped at the door to knock, he let his mind wander. If nobody was here, he’d have to find a place to stay for the night. Of course he wouldn’t be here at all if it weren’t for that adamant promise.
--
He didn’t know what to do. His older brother was mutilated, covered with those black marks from head to toe, and all he could think was that he had to get him covered, make sure that he wasn’t seen like that. It was a bit hard to catch up with him though, as his brother seemed intent on running through the city, not letting his concerned younger sibling stop him.
It was only when he finally came to a stop near one of the buildings that had been demolished close to the beginning of the killing that he seemed willing to let the younger near him. The reason behind that was unnerving though, as insanity was briefly tinged with sorrow and guilt. They were gone before he could question his brother, but he didn’t have the chance.
“I betrayed her. I betrayed Cayliss here, and she can never forgive me because I failed. I failed and failed the child it caused!” The words started calm, then quickly rose in pitch to an agonized shout.
He had to spring forward quickly to keep him from resuming his marathon. “What child, what betrayal? You couldn’t have betrayed Cayliss, you loved her too much.” Enough for this even…
“No, I did. She was a student. All oddly colored eyes and pale skin. I couldn’t help it! It was supposed to just be a friendship, but it got out of hand, and now there’s a child. A child I didn’t know about! I didn’t know!”
The younger brother tightened his grip, taking a deep breath of his own. Maybe if he was lucky he could get his brother to calm. If he could manage that, maybe this could be reversed… somehow. “If you didn’t know, then how could there be a child? How could you suddenly know now?”
The older of the two let himself be pulled out of sight as his eyes took on a slightly fanatical burn for a moment. “They told me. When they took her from me they told me I’ve a little boy. She had a little boy from me Jarenth.”
Finally getting them inside, he wrapped the coverings tightly around his brother. “Who is ‘she’ brother?”
“Trisha… Trisha Devaroe.”
--
Shaking himself harshly out of the memory before it could play out any further, he noted there had been no answer. At first he thought perhaps that it was because they’d seen him and decided not to answer, before the crackle in the air made him realize it was something else. He’d experienced this before and it had led to his brother’s insanity.
As a feeling of complete dread swamped him, he threw the unlocked door open, charging inside without consideration of the consequences. Even if this proved not to be his family, he couldn’t just let it happen. Not again.
He was on the steps to the basement where the light was coming from as everything turned dark.
To be continued.