Uncle Scar- Payment
Title: Uncle Scar, Payment
Rating: G/PG (Just to be safe, what with my poor judgement skills)
Spoilers: Nothing is safe from us. Elements of both Anime and Manga have and will be used throughout and twisted in a logical way to fit this story. Readers, enter cautsiously.
Note: Second part that runs parallel and right after Aru's part. (reposted here because she gave them to me to do so. Apologies for any confusion)
Chapter One: The Beginning
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The theory was perfect in every way.
There was no way that this could not work, and in a few moments they would have their mother back. He didn’t see why the adults had called this forbidden, a taboo that should not be attempted, maybe because it took so much effort. That or they didn’t want people bringing back other’s left and right so they made it seem like it couldn’t be done and then forbidden it.
What they had was perfect though.
Even though part of him kept screaming at him that this was a bad idea, and Al’s worry evident in his eyes he didn’t back down. They would perform this human transmutation and all would be as it had been before mother had gotten sick. In a few more minutes it would all be over he just needed to place his hands onto the array.
"You ready… Al?"
He didn’t receive more then a quiet murmur as an answer. Despite the fear and worry that all but rolled off of the younger; that murmur was all he needed to place his hands exactly where he needed them to be. Once he saw that his brother had done the same he gave a quick smile to hide his own uneasiness and activated the array.
The golden light that began to fill the dark corners and lines of both house and shadow made his heart soar and his joy grow. It was working just as they had planned it would. Everything was going exactly as their theory had detailed it would.
When the light started turning a deep violet he was too busy worrying about this unknown factor to hear the thump of feet quickly heading through the house and towards the staircase that would lead to them.
All he remembered after that was a large man yanking his brother away from the array as something began to flow from it. He felt large, but gentle hands wrap around him to snatch him away from something. This was going horribly wrong and he couldn’t fix it or escape as easily as Al had if the horrible ice like grip on his left leg was any indication.
The strange scar that was on the man’s face was the last thing he noted along with the burning ice like sensation around his leg that was seemingly pulling him into a different place.
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He didn’t know why he had decided to come out here himself. He could have sent a number of people that he trusted to seek out and meet the sons of Hohenheim Elric.
Something though had seemed off, something desperate in the way that that the letters had been phrased. He couldn’t help but imagine the desperate hope that must have been felt when they had sent those letters off in hopes that someone could tell them where their father was.
He knew that he should be cautious for until now there had been no clue that the man had a wife let alone a family tucked away somewhere. The stories he had heard about the man did not paint a picture of a family somewhere waiting for him, but if these letters were real then there was a good chance that someone else from the Military would use this as an advantage for their own agenda.
Not like he wasn’t doing the same thing only he wasn’t going to allow for anyone to exploit the children if he could help it. Even if it meant exploiting them himself to keep them safe.
He had to applaud the man for tucking his family into a place like this. No one who knew of Hohenheim of Light’s reputation would ever think to look in such a tiny and isolated town as Rizenbool.
It was probably a charming picturesque type of place if it was not pouring down sheets of icy rain and the slight tension he felt in his chest. The fact that when he finally came to the top of the hill to look down on the place that he had been looking for only to see the bright flash of an alchemical reaction did not help his uneasiness. When he saw a larger figure enter the house just as the golden light began to turn dark he found himself mindlessly running down the hill and into the house as well. When the now violet lights turned even darker and then suddenly faded away, as if the source of power was stripped from it.
He did not like where his thoughts had gone when that realization came into being.
Following some unknown intuition he headed towards what could only be the way to the basement. He didn’t make it far before he heard both the crackling of flames and the thud of pounding feet. The first person he saw was a small boy of no more then nine or ten scrambling up the stairs followed by a larger man, who must have been the one he saw entering before, carrying something close to his chest.
Ishbalan was the first thing that came to mind.
For that was definitely what the larger man had to be with that dark skin and red eyes. The only reason why someone from that group would be breaking into the house of an alchemist’s family was not a good one. He found himself putting on a dry glove and about to snap when the bundle in the man’s arms started moving.
Another boy was being cradled within those large arms.
He looked to be smaller then the first one but held the look of an older sibling. Though something felt off about the child in the man’s arms. Then he noticed that the boy’s left leg was a good deal shorter then the right and that a piece of cloth, that must have been the man’s cloak, wrapped around it and gaining a larger and darker stain by the moment.
"I have a car and I know that there is an automail mechanic around here who can help."
He didn’t know why he had spoken only that for some reason seeing the boy in that much pain made him want to help. A first it looked like the Ishbalan would refuse but the crackling become a sudden roar as small explosions starting going off from the direction of the basement. The smaller boy, who had been hovering by the larger man and who was more then likely his brother, gave a slight yelp and said something about chemicals and massive amounts of heat.
That was enough for both adults to have at this moment a small truce. He found himself with an armful of blonde child while racing out of the burning house.
The trip to the Rockbell’s home and the events that followed seemed to have stretched for a short eternity, yet were blurry in his mind.
He found it strange, as he prepared to face the other man for answers, that none of them gave a second glance to the burning of what must have been the boys’ only home.
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The first thing he saw was a large door. He then noticed that it was the only thing to be seen. Those black panels were a stark contrast to the brightness of the yellow light that made up the rest of this place. He couldn’t tell if there truly was a floor beneath him or if he was actually standing on nothing at all. It took him a while to notice that he was not alone in a sense. There was something or someone standing in front of him. He couldn’t make out much of the shape only that it looked human, if a human were to be completely shrouded in inky blackness.
Something must have been said or done for the only other color on the visage in front him showed in the form of pearl white teeth shaped into a large and wicked grin. He heard a slight murmur drift past his ears before he felt the same coldness wrap all around him.
He knew that for better or for worse that their transmutation had not been completed, yet there was still a price that had to be paid for what had been done. Though what would be taken he did not know, nor did he think about it as he was plunged head first into the open doors of that gate like structure.
Rating: G/PG (Just to be safe, what with my poor judgement skills)
Spoilers: Nothing is safe from us. Elements of both Anime and Manga have and will be used throughout and twisted in a logical way to fit this story. Readers, enter cautsiously.
Note: Second part that runs parallel and right after Aru's part. (reposted here because she gave them to me to do so. Apologies for any confusion)
Chapter One: The Beginning
_________________________________________________________________________
The theory was perfect in every way.
There was no way that this could not work, and in a few moments they would have their mother back. He didn’t see why the adults had called this forbidden, a taboo that should not be attempted, maybe because it took so much effort. That or they didn’t want people bringing back other’s left and right so they made it seem like it couldn’t be done and then forbidden it.
What they had was perfect though.
Even though part of him kept screaming at him that this was a bad idea, and Al’s worry evident in his eyes he didn’t back down. They would perform this human transmutation and all would be as it had been before mother had gotten sick. In a few more minutes it would all be over he just needed to place his hands onto the array.
"You ready… Al?"
He didn’t receive more then a quiet murmur as an answer. Despite the fear and worry that all but rolled off of the younger; that murmur was all he needed to place his hands exactly where he needed them to be. Once he saw that his brother had done the same he gave a quick smile to hide his own uneasiness and activated the array.
The golden light that began to fill the dark corners and lines of both house and shadow made his heart soar and his joy grow. It was working just as they had planned it would. Everything was going exactly as their theory had detailed it would.
When the light started turning a deep violet he was too busy worrying about this unknown factor to hear the thump of feet quickly heading through the house and towards the staircase that would lead to them.
All he remembered after that was a large man yanking his brother away from the array as something began to flow from it. He felt large, but gentle hands wrap around him to snatch him away from something. This was going horribly wrong and he couldn’t fix it or escape as easily as Al had if the horrible ice like grip on his left leg was any indication.
The strange scar that was on the man’s face was the last thing he noted along with the burning ice like sensation around his leg that was seemingly pulling him into a different place.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He didn’t know why he had decided to come out here himself. He could have sent a number of people that he trusted to seek out and meet the sons of Hohenheim Elric.
Something though had seemed off, something desperate in the way that that the letters had been phrased. He couldn’t help but imagine the desperate hope that must have been felt when they had sent those letters off in hopes that someone could tell them where their father was.
He knew that he should be cautious for until now there had been no clue that the man had a wife let alone a family tucked away somewhere. The stories he had heard about the man did not paint a picture of a family somewhere waiting for him, but if these letters were real then there was a good chance that someone else from the Military would use this as an advantage for their own agenda.
Not like he wasn’t doing the same thing only he wasn’t going to allow for anyone to exploit the children if he could help it. Even if it meant exploiting them himself to keep them safe.
He had to applaud the man for tucking his family into a place like this. No one who knew of Hohenheim of Light’s reputation would ever think to look in such a tiny and isolated town as Rizenbool.
It was probably a charming picturesque type of place if it was not pouring down sheets of icy rain and the slight tension he felt in his chest. The fact that when he finally came to the top of the hill to look down on the place that he had been looking for only to see the bright flash of an alchemical reaction did not help his uneasiness. When he saw a larger figure enter the house just as the golden light began to turn dark he found himself mindlessly running down the hill and into the house as well. When the now violet lights turned even darker and then suddenly faded away, as if the source of power was stripped from it.
He did not like where his thoughts had gone when that realization came into being.
Following some unknown intuition he headed towards what could only be the way to the basement. He didn’t make it far before he heard both the crackling of flames and the thud of pounding feet. The first person he saw was a small boy of no more then nine or ten scrambling up the stairs followed by a larger man, who must have been the one he saw entering before, carrying something close to his chest.
Ishbalan was the first thing that came to mind.
For that was definitely what the larger man had to be with that dark skin and red eyes. The only reason why someone from that group would be breaking into the house of an alchemist’s family was not a good one. He found himself putting on a dry glove and about to snap when the bundle in the man’s arms started moving.
Another boy was being cradled within those large arms.
He looked to be smaller then the first one but held the look of an older sibling. Though something felt off about the child in the man’s arms. Then he noticed that the boy’s left leg was a good deal shorter then the right and that a piece of cloth, that must have been the man’s cloak, wrapped around it and gaining a larger and darker stain by the moment.
"I have a car and I know that there is an automail mechanic around here who can help."
He didn’t know why he had spoken only that for some reason seeing the boy in that much pain made him want to help. A first it looked like the Ishbalan would refuse but the crackling become a sudden roar as small explosions starting going off from the direction of the basement. The smaller boy, who had been hovering by the larger man and who was more then likely his brother, gave a slight yelp and said something about chemicals and massive amounts of heat.
That was enough for both adults to have at this moment a small truce. He found himself with an armful of blonde child while racing out of the burning house.
The trip to the Rockbell’s home and the events that followed seemed to have stretched for a short eternity, yet were blurry in his mind.
He found it strange, as he prepared to face the other man for answers, that none of them gave a second glance to the burning of what must have been the boys’ only home.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The first thing he saw was a large door. He then noticed that it was the only thing to be seen. Those black panels were a stark contrast to the brightness of the yellow light that made up the rest of this place. He couldn’t tell if there truly was a floor beneath him or if he was actually standing on nothing at all. It took him a while to notice that he was not alone in a sense. There was something or someone standing in front of him. He couldn’t make out much of the shape only that it looked human, if a human were to be completely shrouded in inky blackness.
Something must have been said or done for the only other color on the visage in front him showed in the form of pearl white teeth shaped into a large and wicked grin. He heard a slight murmur drift past his ears before he felt the same coldness wrap all around him.
He knew that for better or for worse that their transmutation had not been completed, yet there was still a price that had to be paid for what had been done. Though what would be taken he did not know, nor did he think about it as he was plunged head first into the open doors of that gate like structure.