Freak (Barry the Chopper)
This was my original idea for the FMA_Fic Contest, prompt 47. With help from Emma, I rewrite it and it became the one I entered. It didn't win, but I don't think this version would have won either.
But since it was finished, I wanted to post it and see what you guys thought.
Title: Freak
Author: Seaweed
Series: Neither, set before the series started.
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13 for some creepiness.
Characters: Barry the Chopper
Summary: Barry only wanted to be appreciated.
Warnings: There are some slightly creepy things going on here. So be warned.
The first time he used a magnifying glass to burn a small insect, a shiver ran down his spine. The tiniest smell of ash wafted up into the air, filling his nostrils with the sweet smell of success.
It didn't take him long to start graduating to slightly larger creatures. It was easy to find little lizards on the side of his house. They were quick little fuckers, but after a while he figured out a way to lure them in with a cricket on a piece of sticky paper, like a mousetrap. And once they were stuck, he had all the time in the world to find out what made them work.
He tried to keep his experiments to himself. It wasn't that he was ashamed at what he was doing- far from it. He liked to show off. One day, he took his mom's hand and drug her outside to the back of the house, where he had rigged his trap.
He had caught a rather large gecko, and he stole one of his mom's kitchen knives to take it apart. It had taken him many tries to get the cut right, but he had finally succeeded in splicing it straight down its back and pulling the skin open in a perfect butterfly, like he had seen the vets do with frogs in the science magazine he had read at school.
He was so proud of what he had done. He was beaming as he pointed down at his prize, then looked up at his mom, hoping to see pride on her face.
Instead, she had a look of horror as she dropped his hand from her grasp.
He went to bed that night with no dinner and his ass sore from the worst spanking that she had ever given. He had been spanked before and it had never bothered him. He had never shed a tear.
But tonight was different. She had called him a freak. A freak. Her own flesh and blood. Her only child.
She was his whole world. He didn't have any friends at school. Some of them call him names, but he didn't care what they thought.
He used to care.
He used to run home from school in the middle of the day, bawling his eyes out because some little snot nosed punk had called him a name and shoved him. She would always dry his eyes with her apron, give him a little chocolate, and then walk him the couple of blocks back to school.
As he laid on his bed, his salty tears staining the pillow underneath him, he knew that those days were now long gone.
He sniffled, sat up and rubbed his nose.
Slowly but surely a smile came to his face. He would show her. He would show all of them. And he knew how to do it.
They thought he was a freak.
Maybe they were right. They would all find out.
They would all pay.
But since it was finished, I wanted to post it and see what you guys thought.
Title: Freak
Author: Seaweed
Series: Neither, set before the series started.
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13 for some creepiness.
Characters: Barry the Chopper
Summary: Barry only wanted to be appreciated.
Warnings: There are some slightly creepy things going on here. So be warned.
The first time he used a magnifying glass to burn a small insect, a shiver ran down his spine. The tiniest smell of ash wafted up into the air, filling his nostrils with the sweet smell of success.
It didn't take him long to start graduating to slightly larger creatures. It was easy to find little lizards on the side of his house. They were quick little fuckers, but after a while he figured out a way to lure them in with a cricket on a piece of sticky paper, like a mousetrap. And once they were stuck, he had all the time in the world to find out what made them work.
He tried to keep his experiments to himself. It wasn't that he was ashamed at what he was doing- far from it. He liked to show off. One day, he took his mom's hand and drug her outside to the back of the house, where he had rigged his trap.
He had caught a rather large gecko, and he stole one of his mom's kitchen knives to take it apart. It had taken him many tries to get the cut right, but he had finally succeeded in splicing it straight down its back and pulling the skin open in a perfect butterfly, like he had seen the vets do with frogs in the science magazine he had read at school.
He was so proud of what he had done. He was beaming as he pointed down at his prize, then looked up at his mom, hoping to see pride on her face.
Instead, she had a look of horror as she dropped his hand from her grasp.
He went to bed that night with no dinner and his ass sore from the worst spanking that she had ever given. He had been spanked before and it had never bothered him. He had never shed a tear.
But tonight was different. She had called him a freak. A freak. Her own flesh and blood. Her only child.
She was his whole world. He didn't have any friends at school. Some of them call him names, but he didn't care what they thought.
He used to care.
He used to run home from school in the middle of the day, bawling his eyes out because some little snot nosed punk had called him a name and shoved him. She would always dry his eyes with her apron, give him a little chocolate, and then walk him the couple of blocks back to school.
As he laid on his bed, his salty tears staining the pillow underneath him, he knew that those days were now long gone.
He sniffled, sat up and rubbed his nose.
Slowly but surely a smile came to his face. He would show her. He would show all of them. And he knew how to do it.
They thought he was a freak.
Maybe they were right. They would all find out.
They would all pay.