The True Horror of Alphonse Elric
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Category:
Fullmetal Alchemist › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,697
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Full Metal Alchemist, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The True Horror of Alphonse Elric
Title: The True Horror of Alphonse Elric
Author: Xephyr
Pairing: Eventual Greed/Roy Mustang
Rating: NC-17 (Eventually)
Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist or any of its characters.
Warnings: Major OOC, swearing...That's it for now. I'll post warnings at the start of each chapter.
Chapter 1
Edward Elric stepped off the train stretching his tired limbs. “Stupid military and their damn inspections.”
“Ed!,” Ed turned around and came face to face with Lt. Alex Armstrong. “What are you doing here?”
“…Inspections.”
“Hmm…You know…” Ed cringed as Lt. Armstrong’s face (as well as the general area around him) began to sparkle, reflecting his customary inner joy. Then…he tore off his shirt.
Ed ran.
Lt. Armstrong struck one of his famous poses and charged after Ed. “Wait! We still have many techniques to master in the true tradition of the Armstrongs!!”
He dove desperately in a final attempt to stop the fleeing alchemist. He somehow managed to grab hold of Ed’s automail leg. Armstrong stopped, thinking he had succeeded. Edward, thinking the same thing, continued to flee.
Suddenly a scream echoed through the train station. Moments later, security arrived on the scene. “Hey,” One of the guards stepped forward. “What are you doing to that little kid?”
“Who you calling a little kid, still in diapers, that eats mashed carrots for dinner?!” Ed yelled, kicking his one leg, the other of which was currently in Lt. Armstrong’s right hand.
“Wait kid! I didn’t say any of that!” The guard backed away quickly. Ed began to crawl toward him, murder in his eyes.
“Just wait, you bastard. Wait until I get to you!” The poor security official visibly paled. Luckily for him, Lt. Armstrong chose that moment to pick the blonde alchemist up, hefting him under one arm, the severed leg under the other.
“Have no fear, Edward. We can surely get you perfectly repaired at Central. Off we go! Repairs and techniques for everyone!”
Author: Xephyr
Pairing: Eventual Greed/Roy Mustang
Rating: NC-17 (Eventually)
Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist or any of its characters.
Warnings: Major OOC, swearing...That's it for now. I'll post warnings at the start of each chapter.
Chapter 1
Edward Elric stepped off the train stretching his tired limbs. “Stupid military and their damn inspections.”
“Ed!,” Ed turned around and came face to face with Lt. Alex Armstrong. “What are you doing here?”
“…Inspections.”
“Hmm…You know…” Ed cringed as Lt. Armstrong’s face (as well as the general area around him) began to sparkle, reflecting his customary inner joy. Then…he tore off his shirt.
Ed ran.
Lt. Armstrong struck one of his famous poses and charged after Ed. “Wait! We still have many techniques to master in the true tradition of the Armstrongs!!”
He dove desperately in a final attempt to stop the fleeing alchemist. He somehow managed to grab hold of Ed’s automail leg. Armstrong stopped, thinking he had succeeded. Edward, thinking the same thing, continued to flee.
Suddenly a scream echoed through the train station. Moments later, security arrived on the scene. “Hey,” One of the guards stepped forward. “What are you doing to that little kid?”
“Who you calling a little kid, still in diapers, that eats mashed carrots for dinner?!” Ed yelled, kicking his one leg, the other of which was currently in Lt. Armstrong’s right hand.
“Wait kid! I didn’t say any of that!” The guard backed away quickly. Ed began to crawl toward him, murder in his eyes.
“Just wait, you bastard. Wait until I get to you!” The poor security official visibly paled. Luckily for him, Lt. Armstrong chose that moment to pick the blonde alchemist up, hefting him under one arm, the severed leg under the other.
“Have no fear, Edward. We can surely get you perfectly repaired at Central. Off we go! Repairs and techniques for everyone!”