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(27) Hachibi
Join Date: Nov 2005
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Re: Clash of the Elite
“Give Al… my regards.”
Withholding a moan of pain, the blonde-haired man forced his body to turn about the dragon fang that pierced his back and soaked his clothes with the stench of blood, and raised a hand to its maw. His teeth grit together, and a pair of grey eyes, clouded with cares centuries old, met with crimson orbs of bloodlust. A disgusting, metallic taste swelled in his mouth, little more than a distraction in this moment, wrapping his arm around the beasts muzzle; its eyes narrowed with sentient suspicion.
‘I’m a sinner, who turned my son into this monster,’ He remarked to himself balefully, with an almost sardonic, rueful smile, ‘and who stole the lives of others to save myself. But… I still wish I could see you, one last time-‘
“Trisha...”
The final word, the alchemist whispered, so low it could only be heard by himself and the dragon. With a groan of effort, he suddenly acted unexpectedly pulling the lizards jaw downward. It hesitated for a moment; resisted, as though suspicious of a trick; then, relinquished, the dirty-blonde’s innards splashing and staining his ivory teeth in an explosion of blood, which connected with the intricate circle upon the ceiling, and fell o earth under the pull of gravity. A dark, crazed laugh resonated in the back of the emerald beasts mind, mingling with the cries of horror from the boy staring in wide-eyed disbelief, a gun shaking in his hand. The diagram, whose shape mirrored that the mythical beast had been pulled into, began to glow ominously, a searing light that burnt, and stung, and summoned him; not with the calming allure of home, but kicks and screams, whiles Edward an the Thule Society looked in amazement.
This was what accompanied the departure of Hohenheim of Light from this world; laughs. Screams. Stares. White.
Silence.
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“Ho…Hen…Heim…”
Though whispered, these syllables rang out in the wasteland that made up this arena, this lump of black onyx adrift in a sea of nothingness, but if they were heard by anything alive was doubtful; even their owner seemed oblivious to having uttered them. In fact, they seemed oblivious to everything that was going on.
It was a young figure, one who looked little older than a teenager, though they stumbled with the awkward clumsiness of a child. A sleeveless shirt hugged his chest tightly, though with a loose collar, and was the same colour as the shorts; a dark black, which caught the light and reflected purple. His expression –though he appeared feminine, he was a male, at least technically- was drawn and shocked, with pupils wide and glazed over, and a mouth that hung open; along with his uncertain movements across the empty plain, they gave him an aura of the living dead. Appropriate.
The mysterious youth’s legs suddenly buckled, and a loud thud rang out, as his head connected with the ground, arms lain awkwardly above him, with eyelids half-closed. Long, thick strands of green hair spread out about his back like a cloth, and he was still.
SNAP
Without warning, his eyes snapped open, pupils shrinking back into focus as awareness re-entered his features, with sudden ferocity. Blinking rapidly, and looking surprised to be lying on the ground, Envy groaned, and pushed himself into a sitting position, rubbing a black band across his forehead which restrained his mess of hair… besides the numerous bangs which fell across his face, of course. With a palm pressed tight to his face, and the aching head o someone who was hung over, he shot a sharp, red-eyed glare over the naked surroundings.
“Where the hell am I?” he demanded the air with a scowl, leaping to his feet with an uncertain jerk, and uncharacteristic tumble, losing his balance for a moment before quickly catching himself, balancing upon the toes of odd ‘shoes’, which consisted of an odd sort of sock extending down his leg and covered his feet, save for the heel and toes of both.
The homunculus groaned once more, feeling something sticky about his mouth, and moving instinctively to wipe it, casting another, somewhat calmer gaze about the surrounding area. Seeing nothing but something that looked like a coliseum nearby, he scowled, beginning a resentful walk towards it.
“Just what is this place- huh?”
Between strides, he couldn’t help but stare at the back of the hand he had used to wipe his mouth and face. It was covered in blood; so much and so thick that it fell from the back of the fingerless gloves and to the ground with a splash, accompanied by more from his lips. More blood than any animal would have had, and far more than even he could lose in a fight without being aware of it; and, wet, and slimy as it was, spread across his lower face, he was most certainly aware of it.
Another scowl passed his lips, pressing a hand to his forehead as he passed entered the arena through a path meant for spectators a sudden flash of pain shooting across his face. A series of images flashed through the homunculi’s mind violently- his father; the Gate; that light. Nothing and now, something. An eternal white, and now, a sea of black.
Envy panted, perspiration clinging to his brow with a hand pressed to the wall for support, though a slow, crazed grin began to spread on his expression; he may not have known where he was, how he got here, or why, but he knew Hohenheim’s death had acted as toll for it.
Suddenly, the blood tasted even better than before.
With a smirk, the male straightened his back, wincing mockingly at the crack and flicking his nose as he stepped out into daylight. There was a rapid glance to the right, then to the left. In either direction, as far as his eye could see and, apparently curving around, were rows upon rows of empty seats, he himself having entered somewhere in he middle. With a flippant smirk, he dropped into the chair right beside the entrance, folding his feet upon the back of the one in front as he leaned back.
“What a dump,” he complained, to no one in particular, taking a lock of hair and twisting it around his finger, resting his cheek upon the palm of his hand, cleaning the blood from his cheeks.
Whatever was going on, it beat an eternity with Gluttony that was for sure.
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