That's Gonna Scar ((finished))

[Aeron Warde]

The blood wasn't stopping... But it took time. Why did it have to take time? If he lost any more blood he might die on her right here. Why would she exactly care? Maybe the fact that he was different... Now her curiousity has offically peaked but now was not the time to be thinking of what he was. It was the time to try and keep him alive.

The streets around them seemed to have quieted being that no one tried to help them. Or they just didn't want to get there hands dirty. Central was perfectly fine with destroying Lior and attacking her native country, but when it came to bloodshed from an unusual stranger in the streets they turned up their cold noses.

No hospitals? But, if he wasn't human... A hospital would only put him in more harms way. But, not being human would put him against her god... But then, he's also in pain... she can't just leave him to die... that would also be against his teachings. "I'm going to move you out of the street... ok?" Her hands, she noticed were shaking slightly but she ignored them. It was just the adenoline in her veins. It couldn't be helped... she just had to shake till the moment calmed down.

[modernslave]

Wrath stared at her shaking. Why wouldn't she tell him what was going on? Was it really that bad? Why was she saking anyway? He smiled at her the best his body would let him. How come he wasn't feeling anything? Oh yeah. He wasn't human.

He blinked. But this time had to force his eye's open. Stay concious. Stay conscious damnit. All he could do was put out a growl. He squealzed her shoulder a little tighter. His teeth ground together. He was not gonna die for the first time right now. No, he was saving all his life's for later.

Wrath nodded when the girl sugjested moving him. That was actually a grand idea. Why hadn't he thought of that before. He was actually thinking of himself as stupid now. But the problem was could he move. There was a good chance the girl couldn't carry him and an even better chace that he couldn't walk. How was he gonna get out of here?

[Aeron Warde]

Deep breaths... Calm down... He's not going to die... Just calm down... You've seen this before... It was a desprite attempt at calming herself down but it didn't work as well as she had hoped for she was still shaking. Why did she care? Was it because she wanted to know what he was? Was it because she wanted to know why he was different then everyone else? Was it for selfish reason? Or did she really want to help him.... Or could it be a mixture of both?

But now she had to worry about moving him. There was no way she could lift him... She couldn't rip cloth, carry a full grown man? But she had and idea... Might be a painful idea, but better than where they were now. Aeron walked over behind him and tucked her arm around the shoulder that wasn't injured. "I'm sorry... this is the best I can do..."

All she could do was move him out of the street and try to stop the bleeding. Now that she ripped her apron once she wasn't conserned about running out of material for makeshift bandages. And... well, they had the groceries to eat. But wasn't there more she could do? Groceries... Her household is going to be angry. She was suppose to be back before dinner... and it's well past that now.

[modernslave]

Wrath felt almost helpless and he hated it. It was terrible. But the pressure on the wound was slowly making the blood flow stop. The girl was also somehow getting him out of the street. Which is a plus. But he still felt like a child. Which he so wasn't.

His head slumped forward to his chest as the girl heaved him to a standing position. Wrath tried to help the little he could. But it only made him feel worse. Failure hurts and he felt like a failure all of a sudden. So when they where in the alley he descide he could seat himself.

Wrath jerked his arm away from her then...THUD. He collapsed completely. Wrath almost felt drunk it was actually slightly funny. On his way down Wrath had actually tried to say something but to everyone else it was just jumble. But what it really was, was "I'm not stupid, I can seat myself". But he was able to crawl himself to the wall and prop himself up. "Sorry," he said smirking. Then he limply shook off the other sleeve of his way to big jacket.

Wrath's pure white, almost diamond like, torso was completely exposed. He looked down at his chest and the still bleeding wound and chuckled. This wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for that stupid teenage girl. But then again no one but him keeps their promises these days do they.

[Aeron Warde]

He was lighter than he expected. But he was still rather heavy for her. She didn't let it bother her though. Her first concern was getting him out of the middle of the street. This wasn't how she planned her night to go. It wasn't necessarily bad that it turned out this way though. For once in years she was doing something more than cleaning. However, she was still trying to serve someone. That might be stuck in her brain for a long time... if not for life.

Her heart skipped a beat as the man fell to the ground. It was sudden and she didn't think he had the strength to push himself away. Apparently he did. He was quiet strong... For nearly passing out, he was able to move still. It took her a lot not to go to his side and help him, but she managed and just watched till he was against the wall.

There wasn't much for her to say to his apology. She turned back to where they were previously and picked up her apron. However much she tried she couldn't help but look at him. His skin was almost the exact opposite of hers. As his was white she was dark. "I'm Aeron...Aeron Warde... Pleasure to be of service..." She said eventually.

Aeron knelt next to him so her back was to the street and away from the wall that he sat against. The apron was back to her mouth as she ripped another strip from the bottom. There was no point on keeping it now that it was ripped.

[modernslave]

Wrath watched her very carefull. Which is exactly how he watched everyone. Accessing emotion and body language. Her fear was slowly disappearing, which was a good sign. "You don't need to serve me, Aeron," he said chuckling a little. He couldn't help it. If anyone knew him they'd know that he was a serve yourself kinda guy. But he didn't let anyone know him that well, which was the main problem.

Wrath let the girl wrap his shoulder without complaining at all. His mind focusing on slowing the blood internally. It was confusing why the arrow wasn't pumped out and why the wound didn't heal over by now. But it was a good thing that he himself was the only one that knew why. For 1 he was dehydrated for 2 he was hungry.

It took a while but they got the blood to stop.Wrath immediatly thought about his stomach. Subconciously without even asking he took a huge bite out of an apple he took out of tthe bag. He looked at his shoulder as he took a second bite.

"I need to get that out of there so you might want to turn around," Wrath warned her as he unwrapped himslef. He took a deep breathe then stuck his pointer finger into the wound and hooked his nail on the end of the arrow and began to pull it out. As it movved he breathed deeply and colsed his eye's. Keeping his body from shaking and trying to control the blood flow. He was focussing so bad his body actually looked like it was carved out of stone, a stone that was able to breath that is. When the back was out he grabbed it with his hand and pulled it out and threw it across the alley. It got stuck in the wall.

"Now you deserve to know, who and what I am, but you have to promise me two things," Wrath said. He knew he was going to regret telling her. Wrath was against Aeron's god just because he was still alive. Aeron won't like it. "First you won't tell anyone about me, unless I give you the okay," he said glancing away from his now healing shoulder. "Second, you will see me again no matter what your god says about socializing with me," he said looking directly into Aeron's eye's. "Cuase even people like me get lonely," Wrath said with a chuckle.

[Aeron Warde]

The need to serve... It's been etched into her brain. For years she has served this family loyally. Taking favors as commands and commands as life or death situations. It was something that came naturally to her, she wasn't tortured to think this. Aeron looked up at the man and smiled. It was in her blood now to serve. She probably was going to serve him in the end... That is if they keep in contact.

Her hands didn't shake as much now. But the need for the adrenaline has passed. All she really needed to do was move him out of the streets and try to stop the bleeding. Both had nearly been completed. The makeshift cloth and the general first aide knowledge have proved to be quiet useful.

After she finished applying the second cloth strip she heard the crunch of an apple. Well, by now it didn't matter if she returned the groceries. Half were destroyed or unusable now anyway. "Take as much as you want... The household doesn't need them anymore." Fresh fruits and vegetables everyday. Her food wouldn't have been used even if she got it back now.

Aeron nodded once and turned away. She expected a scream or some kind of sign that he was in pain. But it never came, and would never come. Half way through the extraction of the arrow tip she turned back up to him with curiosity. He looked like a breathing statue. Once again, he had full control over his body reactions. Just as he tried to show off to her before. But this time it was more forced. The arrow's movement she couldn't catch. But her eye followed from his hand to where the piece of metal was in the wall.

She didn't believe she deserved to hear anything. She still battled in her head whether her thoughts were selfish or honorable. Was it curiosity, or did she just want to help him. Her gaze returned to him and she fearlessly looked right up at him. The first promise she would have kept no matter what. If he really wanted everyone to know... he would have shouted it to the heavens long before... or... he would have been dead long before. The second promise made her eyes turn cold.

Her chin never dropped, but her eyes closed. He was against her god... She knew from the very beginning that he was. "Answer one question for me first... Was it by your choice?" She asked looking into his eyes with only a slight flutter in her heart.

Lonely... he was looking for some kind of companionship? And he was looking for her companionship... They were the same... neither of them belonged. In this city she must have been the closest thing that could relate to him.

[modernslave]

At Aeron's request Wrath took three more. It wasn't hard since he was used to being a theiving scumball. He looked at the now completely healed wound and traced a thin finger over it. The scar had taken a crystaline appearance, but was only slightly lighter than himself. Which was a miracle all on it's own. But then again miracle's are very likely to happen nowadayz. Him being alive in itself is a miracle. But this time preformed by humans, his own twin brother to be exact. Rei.

The only reason he new most of the stuff about his old life was from two newspapers...that he kept folded up in the pocket's of his jacket. It would be extremely easy to explain to the girl exactly what happened after he left the human world and woke up homunculi, it was all in his new name. It's everything before that, that's going to drive him up a wall. Good thing the girls question was easy. All he actually remembered from that time was what normal people feel as pain.

"No it wasn't my choise, it was my twin's actually," he said with a laugh finally looking into the girls eye's in return. Rei was always foolish and acted shroudly with his heart instead of his brain. Which was wierd since both Wrath and his younger sister Riyvyer were actually very logical in the way of controlling there impulses. Now look, the only one that's actually dead, is Rei. Wrath couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head.

"How old do I look to you," he asked calmly as he pulled out the four newspapers. They were old, the oldest one was 28 years old and the youngest was 10 years old. But Wrath kept them nice, so they hadn't yellowed to the color of what he highlighted yet. They were ordered from youngest to oldest. Date of birth to his missing body.

[Aeron Warde]

A small smile... it was probably going to be the last smile she was going to give for a long while. She watched as he took the apples without any regret. It didn't bother her at all. Because, she knew that if she tried to do the same she couldn't. She watched almost with envy on how carefree he was. Well, with the food that is. Not worrying about disappointing others, not worrying about being hurt for to long.

She had to worry about rules. Rules of the world, rules of her religion, and rules she placed on herself. Were rules made just to be broken... She had already wished her father to be dead, a wish that might have been granted, and now she was thinking about affiliating with a man that wasn't human. What had she done in the past that made her be tempted by these sins. Was it heredity...? Her father traded her life for his own... No... She wasn't trying to save herself. Her gaze dropped away from his eyes as her thoughts weighed down the courage to keep them up.

That was when she noticed his wound had completely healed over. It surprised her more that it healed so quickly and it was giving so much trouble a few moments before. The actual problem with his quick healing didn't come to her mind till a few moments later. He definitely wasn't human. It was amazing how his skin could actually appear whiter than it already was. It was almost fascinating.

How old this man appeared to be... That could only mean one thing. His appearance was a facade, a mask, of what he truly is. One could think aliens... but this was more humanly possible than that. "Late teens.... early twenties...?" Her voice was almost shy but it was from her own thoughts that brought her courage down... Not from what he did.

[modernslave]

Wrath could tell what she felt. A little envy and saddness. She was still confused but her fasination was overpowering that. It beffalffled him that someone with such a strict religion would feel that way around him. He's probally broken almost every rule in every book. But hey they were menat to be broken.

"Wrong," he said unfolding the first newspaper. The first thing highlighted on the page was a date. Febuary 26(I don't feel like doing the math). By what the year said he was born 28 years ago and was coming onto his 29th birthday. "I'm almost 29 but I died at age 18 and that's how I stayed, 18 forever," he added onto the end as he quickly pushed the first aside and layed the second one on the obituary page. The line highlighted read:

Damien Lark Rush. Born Feburay 26,(insert dated). Died Febuary 26,(insert anouther year). 18 year old male alchemist committed suiced after parents had been reinstated.

Rei Simon Rush. Born Febuary 26,(insert year). Died Febuary 27,(insert anouther year). 18 year old male alchemist committed suicide after he heard of his brother's death.

Damien Lark Rush. Body dissappeared.

Wrath eye's rescanned the last line three times before speaking. "I was murdered and Rei knew that so he brought me back," he said with a smirk. The newspaper never affected him like it affected others. He knew why to. That emotion hadn't come back yet. But he knew it was on it's way. "I'm Homunculi, my name is Wrath," he said flashing a dangerous smile. But that's just how his smile's were.

[Aeron Warde]

Immortality. What the greedy man is always looking for. A way not to die and stay beautiful forever. For years alchemists have searched for the cure for death and it was never found. Or at least, it wasn't shown publicly. Rumors had come about that humunculi truly exist, late Fuhrer King Bradley being one of them. These rumors had to be believed for the Fullmetal Alchemist and others of the military, seemed to have unearthed these secrets and destroyed them.

Aeron was sitting there, speaking to a product of the ultimate sin, in both her world and everyone elses. And her lame excuse was that he didn't ask for it. That was no excuse... She was breaking the rules that God layed down for the Ishbalians. Just sitting here was currupting her good intentions. She should just get up and leave. It would show she was still with her god... and just helped those in need... And yet...

"So... your like the walking dead..." Aeron has no training in Alchemy, she was against it just as she should be. So the knowledge that his body was completely new... she wouldn't have. Her voice was weighed down with thoughts as her mind raced trying to find some better excuse for her still sitting here... for her to continue to listen to the worst sin ever created.

'I'm different, so no one wants me around either.' Was it... the fact that he was the first person that actually could even remotely understand...

[modernslave]

Immortality was never what he wanted. He didn't ask for it, but it's what he got anyway. Obviously the world isn't fair. If it was he'd be the 28 year old human he was born to be, and Aeron would have a nice family and live in her country, free to praise who ever the hell she wanted. But no life wasn't fair, and he hates it. But Wrath hates everything...well almost everything.

Wrath had to watch Aeron carefully but he still couldn't understand what she was thinking. Every movement every look was foreign to him. Like walking on unknown untrodden ground. It made him feel small and insignificant. Which never happened. He tilted his head to the right slightly and bit the inside of his lower lip. This was anyone's game now. Though he hoped it might tilt into his favor. But he knows her gods rules by memory, and they would force her away.

Wrath laughed at what Aeron said. He wasn't the living dead, but he was close. "No my body's completely new," Wrath said shaking his head. "Rei used my old body as raw material, so I looked exactly like I did before I died," he added with a shrug. It felt wierd telling someone all this bt he couldn't help it, he couldn't stop his mouth, for once.

"I used to have jet black hair and bluish black eye's," he stated closing his eye's and trying to remember his first five year. Most of what Wrath could remember was all that anger. "But being a shadow is bad for the skin and hair," he added with a laugh opening his eye's and looking down at his body as he ran a hand threw his bleach white hair. He couldn't even get he finger's threw it was so knotted.

[Aeron Warde]

It took her a moment to move again. It must have been minutes since he stopped talking yet it felt as if she didn't even breath. Alchemy to bring back the dead... He wasn't natural, he didn't have the body God had originally gave to him... but... it wasn't his fault. He didn't ask for it to happen. Yet, he was sin.

Eventually she stood and found herself leaning against the hall a few feet away. Her mind was a mess... What should she do. She knew what she should do. She should follow Ishbala with no objections. But what was this... was this against Ishbala? The prophets would say that it was... or would they. She strongly went against Leto, the sun god of Lior. But because of this... because of Wrath, was she now going against Ishbala?

"Is this part of your game?" she said almost without a voice. "This is your plan... to make me doubt my god... What am I to you... Just a play thing?" She felt her eyes start to water but she knew that no tear would fall. She had refused to cry since that day, this was not going to be any different.

She stared at the ground trying to calm her voice. She didn't mean to shout that out loud. But there was no taking it back now. What she said was spoken and she meant it. So taking it back...

[modernslave]

Wrath closed his eye's as she moved. Watching her leave would have caused him to realize the problem's within himslef that he didn't want to face. Not now atleast. Not when he was in his prime, but someday. He opened one eye when the footsteps stoped and only a few yards away she was leaning against the wall.

Wrath stood up from his shadow fluantly and pulled along from in a black rose. Wrath looked down at it and tightly squeazed the stem, that was filled with spires. It should have cut him, tore his hand apart but it didn't. That rage he tried so hard to mask infront of human's began to bubble up. But he was angry at himself this time. He barelly even heard the word Aeron said.

Wrath grinded his teeth together when he realized what she was saying. "Do you think so little of me as to insult me like you do, over and over again," he spat throwing the rose to the ground. It didn't burst or errupt like his shade rose's usually did, it didn't crumble like a normal rose either. It fell to the ground with a soft tink. "You have no right to judge me," he spat at her acid dripping from every word. Wrath had memorized Ishbala's law so long ago and he knew that judging him was mending into her system but it made him so....so....mad. "For a crime I didn't commit," he growled his tone rising.

Wrath then turned away and punched the wall with all the force he could muster. He needed someway to muffle this anger before she got hurt, or they both did.

[Aeron Warde]

Her red eyes shot up to him at once when he spoke. She had angered him... That wasn't a good thing but she wasn't exactly scared. When had she insulted him... Only thing she recalled doing was accusing him of playing with her... toying with her mind. It was something he enjoyed doing before... so why would now be any different? But... with her mind in this mess... she could have said anything then blocked it from memory.

However, she couldn't hold the gaze on him for long. Her brain was programed since birth to value what Ishbala has given them. Ishbala created life, created all things on the land... Alchemists destroyed what Ishbala gave them, and a humunculus was a body, a creature, Ishbala did not create. However, she didn't want to judge him... She didn't want to treat him as the rest of the world did... but...

She found herself kneeling next to the hardened rose of shadows. She didn't remember moving... but now she was here. With a nimble hand she picked up the rose, careful not to touch the thorns in a dangerous manner. However, she couldn't help but jump when his fist hit the wall. From the involuntary movements her hand was pierced. The sharp pain registered fine and she flinched soon after. She rolled her hand over till the rose laid in her open palm. The blood stayed on the thorn that pierced her skin. The blood started to pool slowly in her hand.

He bled the same color as her... Aeron's grip around the rose tightened till it was about to break her skin again then held her closed hand to her forehead. What should she do... "I cannot judge... I have sinned to much to tell the will of God..."