FMA_Fic_Contest- Prompt 39: Lend: "Give me a Hand" (Barry The Chopper)
A (very disturbing) fic done for FMA_Fic_Contest. I love Barry The Chopper!!! (No, it didn't win)
Title: Give Me a Hand
Author: Seaweed
Series: First anime, right before the first Barry the Chopper episode
Word Count: 437
Rating: R, for goriness
Characters: Barry the Chopper, unnamed victim, mention of one other character
Summary: Barry brings new meaning to the term “coming apart at the seams.”
Warnings: There are some seriously creepy things going on here. So be warned.
Blood splattered over his face, stinging his eyes and matting his blond hair. That just made his grin grow even wider- white teeth shining over lips smeared with red.
He raised his cleaver over his head. It came down with a satisfying crunch, tearing through skin and muscle and bone. Barry cackled with glee. There was another sickening crunch, and the victim's hand dropped away from their wrist. “Hey,” he chuckled. “Can you lend me a hand?”
The body underneath him had ceased being anything closely resembling a human a long time ago. But that still didn't stop Barry from enjoying himself immensely.
“Aww, don't be such a heel!” Barry laughed as he chopped his victim at the ankles, a fresh splatter of blood coating his hands in the red gold. His hands had been wet with blood for so long that he was getting wrinkles in the whorls of his fingers, like he had been soaking his fingers in water for hours.
Barry's laughter echoed throughout the meat locker that was his base. His breath came out in short bursts- the warm breath smoking and rising to the ceiling in the cold freezer's air.
He kept hacking at the body, going at it until it was nothing more than a mangled mess of flesh and blood and hair. With a satisfying grunt, he gave the lump of meat one last hack, then finally set the cleaver down on the table beside him. A tiny whimper left his lips when his fingers parted with the metal handle. It was so much a part of himself, he hated to let it go.
Despite the coolness of the room, a fine sheen of sweat coated his brow, and he was still struggling to keep his breath under control. From the throbbing need in his groin, he knew that he was going to have to spend some quality time with his hand, and he knew the perfect lube to make it feel even better. His muscles ached, that wonderful ache that came with the exertion of dismembering yet another pretty victim.
Barry gave a satisfied sigh. He sank into a nearby chair, putting his bloody hands behind the matted hair of his head. He already felt the ache of not having someone to cut up, even moments after finishing with his latest victim. It was a hollow, empty, lonely feeling. But he wasn't too worried. He heard about a new alchemist in town, and while teenage men were not his usual prey, he just couldn't resist the allure of young, tender flesh.
“This should be fun!”
Title: Give Me a Hand
Author: Seaweed
Series: First anime, right before the first Barry the Chopper episode
Word Count: 437
Rating: R, for goriness
Characters: Barry the Chopper, unnamed victim, mention of one other character
Summary: Barry brings new meaning to the term “coming apart at the seams.”
Warnings: There are some seriously creepy things going on here. So be warned.
Blood splattered over his face, stinging his eyes and matting his blond hair. That just made his grin grow even wider- white teeth shining over lips smeared with red.
He raised his cleaver over his head. It came down with a satisfying crunch, tearing through skin and muscle and bone. Barry cackled with glee. There was another sickening crunch, and the victim's hand dropped away from their wrist. “Hey,” he chuckled. “Can you lend me a hand?”
The body underneath him had ceased being anything closely resembling a human a long time ago. But that still didn't stop Barry from enjoying himself immensely.
“Aww, don't be such a heel!” Barry laughed as he chopped his victim at the ankles, a fresh splatter of blood coating his hands in the red gold. His hands had been wet with blood for so long that he was getting wrinkles in the whorls of his fingers, like he had been soaking his fingers in water for hours.
Barry's laughter echoed throughout the meat locker that was his base. His breath came out in short bursts- the warm breath smoking and rising to the ceiling in the cold freezer's air.
He kept hacking at the body, going at it until it was nothing more than a mangled mess of flesh and blood and hair. With a satisfying grunt, he gave the lump of meat one last hack, then finally set the cleaver down on the table beside him. A tiny whimper left his lips when his fingers parted with the metal handle. It was so much a part of himself, he hated to let it go.
Despite the coolness of the room, a fine sheen of sweat coated his brow, and he was still struggling to keep his breath under control. From the throbbing need in his groin, he knew that he was going to have to spend some quality time with his hand, and he knew the perfect lube to make it feel even better. His muscles ached, that wonderful ache that came with the exertion of dismembering yet another pretty victim.
Barry gave a satisfied sigh. He sank into a nearby chair, putting his bloody hands behind the matted hair of his head. He already felt the ache of not having someone to cut up, even moments after finishing with his latest victim. It was a hollow, empty, lonely feeling. But he wasn't too worried. He heard about a new alchemist in town, and while teenage men were not his usual prey, he just couldn't resist the allure of young, tender flesh.
“This should be fun!”