Trials Vol.2: The Gray Sky\'s Revenge

A/n & Disclaimer: I own every OC mentioned in this volume and the first. I don’t own FMA. This story will jump around a bit, opposed to it being told straight through like the last one was. A great deal of time has passed since Roy and Ed’s marriage. Ok, as far as the summary, there will be TORTURE and lots of it in this fic! Let\'s just hint at the fact that someone\'s gonna be hurting in the morning. Per request, I won\'t make Al a sadist. I’m macabre, and trust me, this story will show that!!!


Elysia stood over her father’s grave, smoking a cigarette and drinking warm Jack Daniel’s out of a flask. She peered at the headstone through her one eye, rereading the familiar words. Here lies Maes Hughes, yada, yada, father, blah, blah, murdered, ect, ect. Gone, but not forgotten. Yeah, okay, sure, sounds great. She visited her father and mother’s graves often, even though she knew the caskets six feet below her were empty. Both her mother and father had been incinerated in a fire that claimed their house and all personal belongings, including Miss Betsy doll, her porcelain baby given to her on her seventh birthday. Bless her godfather, Roy Mustang, for trying to lie to her and tell her that her mommy and daddy had not suffered. Elysia knew the truth. She saw her mother and her father murdered. It was one of the last things she ever saw with both of her eyes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Seven years ago....~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Honey, I’m home!” Maes called from the front door downstairs. He took off his blue jacket and turned to see Gracia standing in front of him, wearing a white sheer baby doll tee and a black thong. Licking his lips, he walked to her and kissed her hotly on the mouth, his hands rubbing against her soft ass. He pulled away from her and stared in her (violet???) eyes and picked her up and carried her upstairs. Maes didn’t notice his daughter peeking out from her room, where her mother had banished her earlier in the day. Elysia had been sick and had to come home early from school. Her mother had arrived late, and when Elysia asked her about the cut on her cheek, her mother screamed at her to shut up and threw her inside of her room, locking it from the outside. Lucky for Elysia, her father had shown her many years ago how to pick a lock with virtually anything with a tipped point; and made her pick various locks around Central and then would brag to officers around him how his daughter would eventually become an Amestrian spy.

Maes tossed Gracia carelessly on the bed, making her giggle and moan for harsher treatment. He tore off her baby doll tee and greedily began to suck one of her (brown???) nipples. Gracia moaned and begged, her eyes lolling around in her head. Maes smirked and bit one of the nipples, making Gracia hitch in her throat. He ripped off her thong and bent his head down to rub on the hairless lips and lick at her red and sensitive clit.

Gracia’s eyes widened when she felt something slick and cold go inside of her. Elysia gasped in her throat, making both Maes and Gracia stare at her.

“RUN!” her father mouthed. Elysia knew something was wrong, and though her ten-year-old mind was confused, she obeyed her father.

Gracia began to laugh as her shape changed and Envy lay in her place. Hughes stumbled backward and stared hatefully at the Homunculus. Envy giggled and wrenched the knife from his crotch and dropped it beside the bed, covered in black, thick, inky blood.

“Well, well, well, aren’t you perceptive? How did you figure out I wasn’t that whore wife of yours?” Envy snarled, his violet eyes glowing.

Hughes carefully walked to the other side of the bed, away from Envy. “A few reasons. One, Gracia has NEVER greeted me at the door. Two, her eyes are blue-green, not violet. Three, her nipples are pink AND inverted. And last but not least, her pussy is hairy.” He drew out several more of his knives from his pants pockets and deftly threw them at Envy. “I know Grace is probably dead, but I’ll be damned if you’ll kill my daughter! Damn you Envy!” Hughes shouted, throwing another series of knives at Envy.

“Elysia, I said to r-” Hughes was cut off by a knife that was now sticking from his left temple. Elysia had been unable to move from the spot from where she saw her mother change into an ugly short whelp of a being, and that black blood was dripping from below the creature. Her father had saw her sandy head of hair and had turned to warn her to leave when Envy took one of the knives and threw it deep into Hughes’s head. His whole left eye immediately turned red and seemed to sink in his head.

“DADDY!!!” Elysia screamed and ran towards him, but then more knives flew through the air. With his last bit of strength, Maes pushed Elysia away as the knives pounded into his body. Some knives hit him with such force; they literally ripped through his body and landed on the wall behind him. Elysia saw that Maes’s dog tags had fallen and in a fluid movement, she grabbed them and the mahogany box in her room and jumped out the window screaming. Envy started after her, but then smiled and decided he had had enough fun for the day. It didn’t matter that he didn’t get to fuck Maes; he had already pretended to be him to gain access to Gracia, claiming he came home early from work.

Once inside the home, Envy began to rape Gracia, still in Maes’s form. He loved seeing the beautiful woman cry and attempt to fight him off, but to no avail. Before snapping her trachea, he turned back to his normal form, kissed her, and then cracked the poor woman’s neck. He preferred fucking her dead than alive because she wasn’t screaming and fighting. She just lay there; still, her glassy eyes staring at the ceiling before Envy shoved her in an undignified heap in the closet, changed the sheets, and waited for Maes to come home. The only other time Envy left was when the little brat’s school called, claiming the precious baby had a tummy hurt and wanted her mommy. Too bad her mommy was dead, but hey, good ol’ uncle Envy to the rescue!

Elysia ran until her feet were bleeding and she was at Roy and Ed’s home, nearly twenty blocks away. Ed answered the door and gathered the traumatized and injured girl, and by the time the calvary had reached Maes’s home, there was nothing left but a smoldering structure. Elysia fell down to the ground, catatonic with fear and realization. In her hand she clutched her father’s dog tags and could only say one word.

“Envy...Envy...Envy...Envy...Envy.....”

That had been nearly eight years ago, and Elysia Hughes had changed dramatically. No more was she the carefree daughter of a successful Lieutenant. Gone were the days of playing with her childhood friends, Cillian and Corinthian Mustang. All she could do for four of those six years was sit. Sit and stare at the white walls of her room, and then the white walls of her cell where she had been institutionalized. Roy and Ed took Elysia into their home and did their best to break her out of her mute state, but realized they were ineffective one day when in a fit of rage and fear, Elysia stabbed her own eye out. Cillian (who was strangely at the time eighteen when he was supposed to be four years younger than Elysia) and Roy both had to restrain her while Ed gave her a shot of Valium to calm her down. Elysia never blamed them for sending her away, or herself for blinding her left eye. All of her pain, all of her focus was because of that one person, that one man. She refused to wear an eye patch. Her one silver eye was a reminder to her other blue-green eye to avenge her parents’ death and to rid the planet of the abomination that was known to be a Homunculi.

Envy.

Elysia stood from where she was crouched down whispering a prayer for her parents. When she heard leaves rustling behind her, she turned and looked up at the tall, handsome, blonde haired man that had outstretched his hand down to her.

“Lee, are you ready to go?” The man asked in a tentative, soft voice full of timbre. Elysia smiled wanly and offered her hand. He was always so sweet to her, and after what he went through, she felt like he was the only one who really understood her losses. He had been there for her, always, and was actually the one who helped her talk again, helped her to find that little girl that was lost so long ago.

“Sure, Al. Thanks for coming with me down here.” Elysia flicked away her cigarette and capped the flask as she and Al looked at the graves again and nodded their heads as they walked off, Al holding on to the little girl’s shoulders. Evergreen watched them as they approached the car, fresh tears welling in her eyes. Elysia wanted to see her parents again, because by the end of their trip, she might be joined beside them in a cold plot in Central’s military graveyard.


*mouth drops open* Al has his body back? But of course, ma cherie. BTW, at the end of the first story, Elysia was around five. So round trip, its been like 12 years in the future. If you find time discrepancies, please bear with me. I\'m a flunkie at math. :(