The Phoenix and His Demons
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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18
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7,636
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Cruel Reality - Preview
Since I haven't updated in FOREVER...yeah I know, go ahead and yell at me but I went back to college to finish my bachelors degree in mathematics and all I have left are a dozen 300 and 400 level math classes; it doesn't exactly leave a lot of room for casual writing. Anyway...this chapter is NOT done but I thought I'd set out an unedited preview of the first half or maybe third of it to calm some of the fears in the reviews I've gotten. Not to mention I wanted to let people know that while it's been a LONG time in coming, I am keeping my promise and I will not abandon this story. So I hope you enjoy and reviews are always welcomed.
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Cruel Reality
The first thing Edward noticed when consciousness returned was bright light. One bright light to be exact and it was situated directly above his face. A soft groan escaped the young alchemist’s lips as he blinked again and tried to focus on his whereabouts. He knew he wasn’t dead, but his body ached everywhere; just what the hell had happened to them? His head was swimming and he felt so damn tired; it didn’t take a genius, which he was, to figure out that they’d been hit with tranquilizers. While still disturbing, it was a relief to know that if he was alive he could be fairly certain that Al was as well. Moving proved to be difficult, really more like impossible since he soon discovered that he was strapped to a cold steel table.
“Al?” His voice came out as barely more than a hoarse croak which still echoed in the empty, eerie room. He half expected a response and half not; unsure if his brother was even in the room and even if he was, there was no guarantee that Al had come to yet.
“Brother! You’re awake. Are you okay?” Al sounded much more alert leading Edward to believe that he’d probably woken up far sooner. While it irked him to no end, he was grudgingly grateful that someone had had a little time to analyze their predicament.
“Yeah, not so loud though, my head’s killin’ me,” he struggled against the bonds in vain, grumbling his annoyance once more. “You got any idea what they plan on doing with us?”
“Nothing I’m afraid. I woke up to some muffled voices but my head was still too fuzzy to be able to make anything out. With our hands tied, how are we supposed to be able to get out of here?” Al’s calm under pressure never ceased to amaze him and it appeared that time had only strengthened that quality.
“I’m working on it; try to keep an ear out. If I can scratch a circle into this table then we’ll be home free.” With that Edward tried to wiggle the fingers of his automail hand; looking for a surface that was soft enough he could carve even a crude, simple circle into. The first sounds of grating metal made both brothers flinch and he stopped immediately for fear they’d been heard.
“Ed!” Al reprimanded him in a harsh whisper, “be careful or they’ll hear you.”
“I know, I know!” Sometimes he really had to wonder who was supposed to be the older brother here. “Just a little more, I’ve almost got it.” Drawing a circle when one couldn’t see and could barely move was difficult at best and yet he’d managed to do it before; and all while being interrogated by a homicidal and truly insane butcher.
A few seconds later, a spark of alchemical energy flared from the area of his right arm and the bonds that held it snapped like a dry twig. “All right, score one for old fashioned alchemy.”
“Yes! Now hurry up and get me out of here, this place is just creepy.”
Now that Edward was able to move his right arm, he repeated the circle on the bond to his left; though with increased movement he was able to work much more quickly. A second flash followed and then a third; before Al knew it his disheveled brother was standing next to him with clapped hands and then he was free. Still, the tranquilizers weren’t completely worn off and both State Alchemists were wobbly at best.
“This is no good, we’ll never be able to get out of here if we can’t run; we can barely walk.” And yet, even as he spoke, Al was looking around the room to discern its contents and hoping it held something that they’d find useful. “We should make shields out of these tables, just in case they try to shoot us again.”
“Yeah tranqs will bounce right off that but I don’t know about real bullets. Guess we’ll just have to take our chances.” Within minutes, both young men had managed to forge light but sturdy round shields from the metal examination tables.
“This room looks like a hospital and smells like one too; it’s so clean. I don’t see any equipment though so that must mean they either bring it with them or…”
“Or they’re using alchemy and this is where they’re making the chimeras.” Al gasped at that and stopped dead in his tracks while they stumbled towards what appeared to be the door and their only escape.
“Ed, you don’t think…”
“That they were gonna turn us into those things we found in the village? Oh yeah…I’d be willing to bet the General’s ego on it.” A soft thud reverberated in the room when Edward kicked the door; upon further examination it appeared that it was locked using some form of electronic keypad and they didn’t have the code.
“Edward, quit that! Are you trying to get us killed?” Alphonse rolled his eyes as snapped at his brother, adding a sharp smack to the back of his head for good measure. “Let’s just make our own door; besides it’s probably trapped and opening it might set off an alarm.”
“Ow! That hurt you know.” Though he nodded in agreement and moved along the wall until he reached a suitable area a few feet away from the door. Once more he clapped his hands together and alchemical energy sparked around the wall where he laid his hands in the rough shape of a square door. Simultaneously, Al saw fit to use the remains of the tables and make himself a spear; though perhaps he should’ve been in charge of making the door. Edward had forgotten hinges so the large slab of wall gave a groan before falling into the hallway. Red lights lining the ceiling went off, bathing the hallway in crimson light while screeching alarms blared.
“Edward! You idiot, we’re trying to be sneaky.”
“Oops?” He gave a nervous chuckle before grabbing Al’s arm and pulling him out the opening. Now they were in a mad dash for their lives and like rats in a maze; they had no ideas where they were going.
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Cruel Reality
The first thing Edward noticed when consciousness returned was bright light. One bright light to be exact and it was situated directly above his face. A soft groan escaped the young alchemist’s lips as he blinked again and tried to focus on his whereabouts. He knew he wasn’t dead, but his body ached everywhere; just what the hell had happened to them? His head was swimming and he felt so damn tired; it didn’t take a genius, which he was, to figure out that they’d been hit with tranquilizers. While still disturbing, it was a relief to know that if he was alive he could be fairly certain that Al was as well. Moving proved to be difficult, really more like impossible since he soon discovered that he was strapped to a cold steel table.
“Al?” His voice came out as barely more than a hoarse croak which still echoed in the empty, eerie room. He half expected a response and half not; unsure if his brother was even in the room and even if he was, there was no guarantee that Al had come to yet.
“Brother! You’re awake. Are you okay?” Al sounded much more alert leading Edward to believe that he’d probably woken up far sooner. While it irked him to no end, he was grudgingly grateful that someone had had a little time to analyze their predicament.
“Yeah, not so loud though, my head’s killin’ me,” he struggled against the bonds in vain, grumbling his annoyance once more. “You got any idea what they plan on doing with us?”
“Nothing I’m afraid. I woke up to some muffled voices but my head was still too fuzzy to be able to make anything out. With our hands tied, how are we supposed to be able to get out of here?” Al’s calm under pressure never ceased to amaze him and it appeared that time had only strengthened that quality.
“I’m working on it; try to keep an ear out. If I can scratch a circle into this table then we’ll be home free.” With that Edward tried to wiggle the fingers of his automail hand; looking for a surface that was soft enough he could carve even a crude, simple circle into. The first sounds of grating metal made both brothers flinch and he stopped immediately for fear they’d been heard.
“Ed!” Al reprimanded him in a harsh whisper, “be careful or they’ll hear you.”
“I know, I know!” Sometimes he really had to wonder who was supposed to be the older brother here. “Just a little more, I’ve almost got it.” Drawing a circle when one couldn’t see and could barely move was difficult at best and yet he’d managed to do it before; and all while being interrogated by a homicidal and truly insane butcher.
A few seconds later, a spark of alchemical energy flared from the area of his right arm and the bonds that held it snapped like a dry twig. “All right, score one for old fashioned alchemy.”
“Yes! Now hurry up and get me out of here, this place is just creepy.”
Now that Edward was able to move his right arm, he repeated the circle on the bond to his left; though with increased movement he was able to work much more quickly. A second flash followed and then a third; before Al knew it his disheveled brother was standing next to him with clapped hands and then he was free. Still, the tranquilizers weren’t completely worn off and both State Alchemists were wobbly at best.
“This is no good, we’ll never be able to get out of here if we can’t run; we can barely walk.” And yet, even as he spoke, Al was looking around the room to discern its contents and hoping it held something that they’d find useful. “We should make shields out of these tables, just in case they try to shoot us again.”
“Yeah tranqs will bounce right off that but I don’t know about real bullets. Guess we’ll just have to take our chances.” Within minutes, both young men had managed to forge light but sturdy round shields from the metal examination tables.
“This room looks like a hospital and smells like one too; it’s so clean. I don’t see any equipment though so that must mean they either bring it with them or…”
“Or they’re using alchemy and this is where they’re making the chimeras.” Al gasped at that and stopped dead in his tracks while they stumbled towards what appeared to be the door and their only escape.
“Ed, you don’t think…”
“That they were gonna turn us into those things we found in the village? Oh yeah…I’d be willing to bet the General’s ego on it.” A soft thud reverberated in the room when Edward kicked the door; upon further examination it appeared that it was locked using some form of electronic keypad and they didn’t have the code.
“Edward, quit that! Are you trying to get us killed?” Alphonse rolled his eyes as snapped at his brother, adding a sharp smack to the back of his head for good measure. “Let’s just make our own door; besides it’s probably trapped and opening it might set off an alarm.”
“Ow! That hurt you know.” Though he nodded in agreement and moved along the wall until he reached a suitable area a few feet away from the door. Once more he clapped his hands together and alchemical energy sparked around the wall where he laid his hands in the rough shape of a square door. Simultaneously, Al saw fit to use the remains of the tables and make himself a spear; though perhaps he should’ve been in charge of making the door. Edward had forgotten hinges so the large slab of wall gave a groan before falling into the hallway. Red lights lining the ceiling went off, bathing the hallway in crimson light while screeching alarms blared.
“Edward! You idiot, we’re trying to be sneaky.”
“Oops?” He gave a nervous chuckle before grabbing Al’s arm and pulling him out the opening. Now they were in a mad dash for their lives and like rats in a maze; they had no ideas where they were going.