With a try of food in her mismatched metal and flesh hands, the 15-years-old girl walked down the hallway of her house, her gold, braided hair bouncing slightly with each step she took. Her golden-colored eyes scanned her surroundings, glancing at the bare walls and seeing places where photos once hung. The red coat she wore that reached a little bit over her wrists and ended at her knees kept her warm while the black jacket, dark shirt and jeans were used as a compliment to the coat. Her black-boated feet made gentle padding sounds as she walked, doing her best to keep the padding quiet as not to disturb the occupants of the house, though the difference in her flesh right leg and metal right leg were clear to the ears if strained.
It was 11:30 at night, or somewhere around that time, most people would be asleep by now. But not her. Not when she lived in a house of deadly demons and pure angels who she had to protect. She would do anything for those angels, be killed, fight, beg; anything for them. She was their older sister after all and no matter how tainted she became, she planned to protect them till her last breath and even after that. Speaking of those angels…
The girl knocked softly on a door labelled "Rio & Rick's Room" in red and blue, calling in, "Guys, I got the midnight snack, can I come in now?"
"Sure thing, Big Sister!"
"Hurry up, before Mom or Dad realize we're up!"
Nodding, the girl twisted the doorknob and pushed the door away from her, walking in, taking a quick look around and closing it behind her. Locking the door as she turned to face the 3 innocent boys and girl who sat there, all of them smiling at the sight of food, the girl reminded herself of how cute her dearest little siblings looked.
The oldest looking of the children was 11-Years-Old. He had light skin, golden-blond hair cut short and neat with a parting on the left side and the same gold eyes as the teen. The blue short-sleeved jacket over his black shirt was just visible in the low lighting, as were his white jeans and socks.
The second oldest was another boy, probably 9-Years-Old. His brown skin, spiky brown hair that suited him well, blood red eyes and blue pajamas with the characters from Toy Story dotted all around the outfit.
The third and youngest boy was about 8-Years-Old. He had brown skin and hair, similar to the second oldest boy and they shared the same eye color. He wore his red and orange Dinosaur King pajamas with a pride-filled, yet innocent smile.
The last child and the only girl was the youngest, just 5-Years-Old. Her curly light chocolate hair reached her shoulders in braided ponytails and her bright blue eyes were tinted with stardust, making them look like the night-sky. She wore her pink My Little Pony night-dress with an innocent and care-free smile.
The 15-Year-Old smiled at the kids, her siblings, her family and walked over to them, placing the tray of food on the floor in front of them. She picked up the remote and turned to TV on to one of their favorite Animes:
Rave Master
The teenager sat crossed-legged on the ground, her little sister crawling into her lap, her brunette brothers taking an arm each and placing it on their shoulders and finally the blonde brother settled himself on his side, lying in front of his siblings. The siblings spent the entire night watching the Anime, from episodes 1 to 46, and by 2 am in the morning, all the kids were asleep and the teenager had just finished tucking them into bed, properly.
"Sweet dreams, Nina." The teenager whispered, kissing the little girl's forehead softly.
"I wish you luck with defeating the Titans, Rio." The blonde smiled at the spiky-haired boy and gave his bristly head a simple stroke.
"Defeat the Society of Light, Rick." She murmured, tucking some hair behind the little brunette's right ear.
"Help the Dinosaurs, Alphonse." The 15-Year-Old girl encouraged the blonde boy, pulling the covers closer to his neck.
Smiling softly, seeing all her siblings tucked in and sleeping peacefully, Nina and Alphonse hugging each other in their sleep while Rio and Rick snored the night away, the teenager sighed and unlocked the door so she could get out. The blonde got out and looked the door again, placing the key back around her neck and walking away into her own room.
When she entered her room, she sighed, placed her back against the door and slid down it; drained from all her energy, but still very happy because of the pure, innocent moment she got to spend with her dearest, little siblings.
"Hello, Slut."
Gasping at the wicked tone of voice, the voice that could only be his voice, the girl jumped to her feet, flicked her bed room light on and gasped. There, on her bed, was the man she hated most in the world. His old, golden with grey streaks, pony-tailed hair, his wicked golden eyes glowing deadly red in the low light and his horrible, pale skin. He was wearing nothing but his boxers and a lust-full smirk on his face, both giving indications as to what he wanted.
"Van. What the hell are you doing in my bed room, you nasty bastard?!" The teenager growled angrily.
"Just what he always does in your bedroom, you wench."
Gasping at the second voice, the teenage girl turned her head to the right and saw leaning up against the wall was the woman she hated the most. Her dark-chocolate grey streaked hair was the same shade as Nina's and her blood red eyes matched Rio's and Rick's perfectly. She was also in nothing but her lacy, pink under-wear.
"Dante. What are you doing here, shouldn't you be at work?!" The blonde exclaimed.
The woman, Dante, shrugged, "I got bored and decided it was time to teach Alphonse about the family business. After all, you were his age when I started teaching you, weren't you?"
The teenager growled in pure rage, "I swear to Lord Death, if you even dare to touch him in any way possible, I will slit your throat!"
A powerful force collided with the back of her head and made her hit the ground, leaving the blonde dazed and vulnerable.
"That is no way for you to talk to your mother, Edward." The man, Van, growled.
"Van, baby, I say we punish her." Dante suggested, her smile turning into a lustful smirk.
The teenager, Edward, trembled at the sight of the smirk, knowing full well what would happen to her now for rebelling against her 'owners'.
"What a good idea, Dante. I planned on teaching her my side of the family business, anyway, but considering she was so mean to you, she deserves punishment instead." Van smirked lustfully at the teenager who he claimed was his daughter.
Edward continued to tremble and struggled to her feet, only to be kicked in the stomach by Dante, forcing her head to have a collision with the wooden door behind her, which was soon tainted crimson as she slid down it, completely at the two adults' mercy. As her vision faded in and out of the blackness of unconscious and the colors of the real world, she became vaguely aware of the 4 hands that were undressing her and feeling her against her will and the voices of evil whispering lustfully between each other.
"Aww, Dany, I think you hit her too hard, she might die if we continue to punish her. I say we just get on with the family business before she dies."
"Oh sure thing, Vany-Van. She looks so innocent and helpless, it makes you wanna eat her up."
"I just might do that, Dany. Would you like a bite, too?"
"Oh, I would love a bite, Van, I would."
"Then let's begin, while she's nice and fresh."
"Agreed."
Now having enough of her consciousness with her to think clearly, Edward opened her eyes and took in the horrible sight before her, forcing herself not to cry over it. She had seen it all before, why should she cry over it all again? There was no way she'd give them that satisfaction.
Dante had taken her under-wear off and was squishing her over-sized breasts up against Edward's shirt-covered ones and shoved her hand up her shirt, playing with the tiny and practically useless mounds of flesh. Meanwhile Van shoved his hand down her jeans and into her under-wear, touching her in a place that was completely forbidden, but he didn't care and neither did Dante. Edward was just a toy and they were her 'owners', so they had every right to do what they pleased with her. That was their belief anyway.
The blonde bit her tongue in order to stop herself from groaning in disgust. They would mistake it for a moan of pleasure, she knew it and even if they didn't, they'd keep doing it. They were despicable and would do the same thing to her little siblings if she didn't protect them. She didn't care about what they did to her, as long as her siblings were safe, she'd endure it all. She'd go to Hell, climb to the Heavens and back again if she had to.
That was the duty of the oldest sibling, wasn't it?
…
At 6 am, Hero by Skillet played in the room from a pink Samsung Galaxy Y phone, allowing Edward to awaken from her 'slumber'. Groaning in discomfort, she pulled herself up in bed and took a quick look around her room and at herself.
All the books and such were in place, the cloths she had been wearing were scattered all around the floor, the only thing she still had on was the necklace that had the key to her siblings' room. Her body was covered in bruises and bit-marks, along with a few nail-prints. And that was blood between her legs, just great.
Groaning in disgust, the blonde teenager crawled out of bed, wincing as her butt ached, walked over to her desk and opened it. Inside was all the contents of a mini-first aid kit and a few other things from bandages and pain killers to all the things a woman needs at least once a month. Taking a cloth from the desk and a bottle of water, she gave herself a make-shift bath.
Once she had cleaned herself to the best of her abilities, Edward got dressed into a black sleeveless shirt, a jacket, baggy-ish jeans, white socks, gloves to hide her mismatched hands, black boats and the red coat she had on yesterday. Tucking the key into her shirt and giving her greasy hair a quick comb with her fingers before braiding it, she had done all she could to make herself look presentable.
"Time to face another day of absolute Hell with an award winning poker face." She muttered to herself, looking in the mirror.
She almost couldn't recognize the girl staring back at her. But it didn't matter. Taking in a deep breath and forcing a shining smile, Edward got a determined look on her face and nodded to her reflection.
"Time to face the best day of my life with the best smile of my life!" The blonde cheered, jumping up and punching the air once.
…
Edward walked into the school grounds at 7:30 am that day, a perfectly straight line on her lips and a solemn look in her eyes that showed total indifference as the whispering began as it always did whenever she walked onto the scene.
"Well, well, well, look what the snow leopard dragged in."
"I wonder what the Ice Queen had for breakfast today. Maybe a bag full of ice cubes and dicks?"
"Nah, she probably had a barrel full."
"Look at her, walking around here like some proper, pretty, little Princess, as if we're mere peasants and she's a spoiled, rich brat she expects us all to worship."
"I bet she is. I heard her old man is some big-shot business man."
"I heard her mother's a model for dirty magazines; they say the apple never rots far from the tree, so it's hard to believe that she isn't walking in here wearing something a common prostitute would."
"Look at that outfit she's wearing! It has way too much black and are those boys' boats?! Disgusting!"
"Well, she does have a boy's name, do you expect her to wear girls' cloths? That would be an insult to females! And have you seen that coat she's wearing?! She wears is every day, like some sort of symbol of resistance or some other crap like that."
"And what about her hair? It's greasier then Greece itself!"
"What poor hygiene, it's no wonder she hasn't got any friends."
"Don't let your boyfriend go anywhere near her, she'll steal him all for herself with her evil Black Magic since there's no way in all of Hell she'd get one on her own."
"I bet she's fucking every teacher in this school, she's so stupid, it's the only possible explanation for how she's passing the school year in top set every single year."
"She is so fat, I bet she can't even see her feet."
"The bitch should go die!"
Their words had stopped hurting her years ago, her heart had become numb to the things her fellow peers said to/about her, it had been the only way to survive school without doing something drastic such as cut herself, take an over dose, ect. But, being numb wasn't all that bad, it actually made it easier to focus on her studies. And with no friends to bother her during breaks, she'd get extra study time all to herself.
Besides, everyone here was an asshole, she didn't care what they thought of her and she didn't need to care either, it would be wasted emotions. And she wouldn't miss her time at school thanks to the fact the teachers hated her as much as the students did, like anyone else would once they left. School itself with all the work was easy to handle, she was at least 5 lessons ahead in each class, but the social aspect of school was impossible to deal with before of all the rumors that had gone on about her and that no one had ever proven them wrong/right, but people still believed them and so avoided her like the plague.
But who cared? With no emotional attachments to other people, she could focus on the only things that were important to her:
Her siblings, her studies, her music and her Anime.
"Which reminds me…" Edward thought as she put her headphones on and played a song.
I woke up, where am I?
Can't remember a thing
What do I feel?
How did I come to this?
Addiction, needles burning my skin,
The lights around me are so dim
The substance is in my blood.
I feel it inside
Oh sweet relief of death where are you?
Release this dark chain from my heart
Carry me with you
Now I see, I finally understand
What was lost, entering this cell?
Dreaming of her, craving for the end...
I wanna escape from living this hell
This living hell
Paralyzed, alone,
Standing still
I can sense the emptiness surround me
Just because I can't feel
Doesn't mean I don't care
Sitting in this dark and empty room
Can't move, can't shed a tear
Can't breathe, I'm trapped in here
My fragile eyes wide shut
Drifting off this endless road
This game for me is lost
Now I see, I finally understand
What was lost, entering this cell?
Dreaming of her, craving for the end...
I wanna escape from living this hell
This living hell
Gazing up at the vague sky
The sun is setting on me
But what an irony, God
You are always smiling at me
Can't move, can't shed a tear
Can't breathe,
I'm standing still
This is my own demise
Never imagined it would end well
Yep. Living Hell by Until Rain suited her life perfectly right now.
…
That's was the sad life of Edward Elric. Abused at home by her parents, bullied at school, friendless, her siblings her only reason for living, some people had it worst, so she didn't complain. She truly believed her life would continue on like that until she was old enough to live alone. But first, she had to live that long or die trying.
That is, until he appeared.
He came right out of thin air, stole her attention and then her heart along with it. Edward tried with all her power to push him away from her, to get him to leave, but he never did. His name was…
Roy Mustang.
And he changed her life forever.