Envy POV
How the fuck did that stupid kid think I was some beefhead, musclebound, dick thinking shithead guy like him?! I was so angry I'd of fucked him up if the bastard hadn't passed out. I growled dangerously, as he had fallen over before snorting, kicking his crotch to push him further into the hall before slamming the door.
"Quite the surprise you got, aye Alphonse?" I hear a muffled woman say from behind the door, as i quickly go back to scrubbing. The door opens, and I ready the bar of soap before sighing. The old lady steps in, looking frailer than driftwood as she places a few clothes by the sink. "Here, these were Winry's when she was about 14, they should fit you nicely," she says, her tone somehow being both kind, and threatening at the same time. Like she's being nice, but it's clear I'll get the raw end of a wrench if I fuck up, and somehow I feel I should adhere to that.
"Thanks.." I mutter softly, rubbing the sponge across the back of my neck, as she nods before closing the door behind her. I hear the sound of a body being dragged across wood, so I can only imagine she's talking the asshole away. How could a scrawny thing like her move him? Then again, something tells me that old hag is more than she seems.
I take a slow, haggard breath, flinching softly as I hold my chest. Fuck it still hurts.. I glance at the clothing, a black beater and a pair of jean shorts. Not exactly my gear, but it'll work for as long as it needs to. Not like I'll be here long, just till they fix me.
After a quick rub down, i get dressed before slowly heading downstairs. The panties are at least comfy, but the automail pattern is a bit annoying. Least nobodies gonna see them. I rub my face, sitting back down on the same chair I was in before as I slowly wrap the blanket around me. It's soft, and it's warm. Somehow, that calms down my head if only a little. I'd never really felt warmth before. I knew what heat felt like, but this... was different.
I shook my head, clutching it with one hand quietly as tears threatened to come back. I felt so strange. No not strange. Vulnerable? Weak? I felt... "Human.." i whisper, as the realization comes crashing down like a house. I didn't just feel human. I felt warmth, i felt fear. I felt anger, and rage. I felt all those things, it's what made me finally crawl out of the sewers. I...felt... I felt..fully. I didn't just feel envious anymore. I felt everything..
Tears began to leak down my face again, as i clutch the blanket around me like a shield, hoping inside that it might shield me from the world. Is this what children feel like? Is this what it's like, to be basically tissue paper to the forces of nature? How do humans handle this? How do they live, feeling so brittle, so fragile, so... Mortal...
I hear the door open slowly, as my eyes dart to it. Stepping through, I see two blondes. One with his hair tied in a low tail, the other tied high with the bangs swished to the side. The woman wearing a thick blue coat, ear muffs and mittens, with a dress hidden beneath it all as well as sturdy but stylish boots. The man instantly catches my eye, golden eyes. Eyes that don't exist in Amestris. The runt, clad in a beige coat above what I could guess was a nice suit. They were out on a date, a late one.
Our eyes meet instantly, the runt's going from happy and loving to almost hateful and violent. I feel myself flinch. The weight of that anger, it's almost as painful as the burning in my chest. Is this what it's like to feel hated? To feel it, and not just the muted glares, and the silent screams that become little more than noise after decades?
I slowly lean back, clutching the blanket closer, as well as half sliding into it. I feel so weak, cowering before the fullmetal runt, but I can't look at those eyes as i close mine looking away. It hurts, the burning feeling is like nothing I've felt before.
"You," I hear him say with almost terrifying absolution. "Where are Granny and Alphonse!" he shouts, grabbing a knife from his pocket. Little more than a pocket knife, but the threat is so raw, and the emotion to powerful I scream in fear, falling over as the chair flips back in my desperate lurching to run, collapsing painfully onto the wooden floor. I scramble as best I can, clawing at the floor to get up as i stumble to my feet, rushing for the stairwell as i toss the blanket in his face, stunning him long enough to dip passed as the girl simply stares with shock.
I rush upstairs, half crawling from the panicked stumbling I keep doing before reaching the top. I rush to what i guess is the other runt's door, banging on it as hard as I can, quickly earning me splinters and a bloodied fist from lack of restraint. "HELP! WAKE UP FUCKER HE'S GONNA KILL ME!" I roar in fear, as the sound of scrambling in bedsheets is matched by frantic stomping of the stairs. I close my eyes, slowly sliding down the door and wait for my fate.
Being human fucking sucks..