Post by Soul Hollow on Jan 12, 2011 20:31:40 GMT -5
((OOC: Okay, not sure how to do this, so tell me if this is wrong. PS: I like writing Envy fanfics. But no yaoi . . . *shudders* it scares me...))
Light. Blinding, eye-piercing light. That’s what greeted Envy when he awoke. At first a wave of confusion hit him. Why was he seeing light? Was he in heaven? But how could that be? After all that he did, how could he end up there?
He tried to move, jerking his arms, legs, tail, anything. The result was the least he expected.
Pain ruptured throughout his entire body, his skin, muscles, even his bones felt like they were on fire. Envy cried out at the pain, slamming his eyes shut. Okay, one thing he did know about life and death is that you’re not supposed to feel pain when you’re dead! So if he wasn’t dead, then why was he in pain? And where was he?
A scent he hadn’t noticed before drifted into his nostrils. Curiously, he sniffed, taking a deep breath before he immediately began to regret it. It was the minty, plasticy smell that lingered around dentists’ offices, the smell that made one’s gum feel tingly or numb. Strangely, though he hated the smell, Envy was relieved. That further denied the fact was dead.
Envy cracked open his eyes again. His eyes suddenly became sore, staring into the bright, florescent light. Blinking a couple of times, Envy focused his line of sight around the place. While the sheering pain of his body faded, he realized he was lying down on his back. That was interesting to him because when he had committed suicide he had been in his weakened, half dead form. Right now, he possessed a human form.
The room around him was plain, with white walls, ceilings, and floor. There was a ledge protruding out of the walls, that part colored baby blue.
Once more, taking a chance, Envy attempted to move. His eyelids stung slightly, but for the main part they were sore. Slowly and carefully, Envy began to move left arm up to his face. At first, his arm wouldn’t listen. But then, with further persistence, he managed to lift it a bit.
Once more, his body blazed with pain, most of the pain encircling his arm. Grinding his teeth in agony, Envy let his arm drop to his side. He felt so weak, stuck in a bed in a room in who knows where! He was frustrated beyond belief with this. He was Envy the Jealous, the fourth homunculus created by Father. He shouldn’t be in this situation. He should be out preparing for the Day of Reckoning. He should be attacking Marcoh, or destroying Scar, or even annoying the Fullmetal pipsqueak.
The pipsqueak. The reason he committed suicide. The runt had figured out Envy’s true feelings, had showed him compassion.
He envied humans, for their strength, their passion, the very thing that seemed to be weakness to the homunculi.
They were relentless, like cockroaches.
They didn’t give up, didn’t quit.
They were stronger in a way, stronger than Envy and his siblings.
They had something he didn’t have.
And he secretly wanted that, too.
The mysterious force that gave them the power of twenty men.
A nameless force, much more ancient than Father, even more than hatred itself.
He envied them for that power, and he hated them for it, too.
He deserved that power, he was entitled to it.
After all, homunculi were an evolutionary step above humans.
So why didn’t he have what they have?!
Why?!
Something warm and wet ran down Envy’s face. Biting his lip, he felt another wet thing run down his cheek. He took a sharp intake of breath, and then breathed it out shakingly. Slamming his eyes shut in a futile attempt to stop the flow, Envy cried for the first time in decades.
Light. Blinding, eye-piercing light. That’s what greeted Envy when he awoke. At first a wave of confusion hit him. Why was he seeing light? Was he in heaven? But how could that be? After all that he did, how could he end up there?
He tried to move, jerking his arms, legs, tail, anything. The result was the least he expected.
Pain ruptured throughout his entire body, his skin, muscles, even his bones felt like they were on fire. Envy cried out at the pain, slamming his eyes shut. Okay, one thing he did know about life and death is that you’re not supposed to feel pain when you’re dead! So if he wasn’t dead, then why was he in pain? And where was he?
A scent he hadn’t noticed before drifted into his nostrils. Curiously, he sniffed, taking a deep breath before he immediately began to regret it. It was the minty, plasticy smell that lingered around dentists’ offices, the smell that made one’s gum feel tingly or numb. Strangely, though he hated the smell, Envy was relieved. That further denied the fact was dead.
Envy cracked open his eyes again. His eyes suddenly became sore, staring into the bright, florescent light. Blinking a couple of times, Envy focused his line of sight around the place. While the sheering pain of his body faded, he realized he was lying down on his back. That was interesting to him because when he had committed suicide he had been in his weakened, half dead form. Right now, he possessed a human form.
The room around him was plain, with white walls, ceilings, and floor. There was a ledge protruding out of the walls, that part colored baby blue.
Once more, taking a chance, Envy attempted to move. His eyelids stung slightly, but for the main part they were sore. Slowly and carefully, Envy began to move left arm up to his face. At first, his arm wouldn’t listen. But then, with further persistence, he managed to lift it a bit.
Once more, his body blazed with pain, most of the pain encircling his arm. Grinding his teeth in agony, Envy let his arm drop to his side. He felt so weak, stuck in a bed in a room in who knows where! He was frustrated beyond belief with this. He was Envy the Jealous, the fourth homunculus created by Father. He shouldn’t be in this situation. He should be out preparing for the Day of Reckoning. He should be attacking Marcoh, or destroying Scar, or even annoying the Fullmetal pipsqueak.
The pipsqueak. The reason he committed suicide. The runt had figured out Envy’s true feelings, had showed him compassion.
He envied humans, for their strength, their passion, the very thing that seemed to be weakness to the homunculi.
They were relentless, like cockroaches.
They didn’t give up, didn’t quit.
They were stronger in a way, stronger than Envy and his siblings.
They had something he didn’t have.
And he secretly wanted that, too.
The mysterious force that gave them the power of twenty men.
A nameless force, much more ancient than Father, even more than hatred itself.
He envied them for that power, and he hated them for it, too.
He deserved that power, he was entitled to it.
After all, homunculi were an evolutionary step above humans.
So why didn’t he have what they have?!
Why?!
Something warm and wet ran down Envy’s face. Biting his lip, he felt another wet thing run down his cheek. He took a sharp intake of breath, and then breathed it out shakingly. Slamming his eyes shut in a futile attempt to stop the flow, Envy cried for the first time in decades.
