I was inspired to do this story after hearing a song by Emerson Drive called "Moments". Don't worry, I haven't put the lyrics in. However, if you wish to see the lyrics, I will send them to you in a review reply if you so wish.
This is my first Alchemist/SK centered fic. This is my idea of what happened before the Alchemist created our (mostly) beloved monkeys. I made some stuff up, but I hope it has the desired effect. Please be nice to me!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Monkey Team.
The darkness inside his body was growing. He could sense it. Ever since the incident in the Exporican Nebula, the Alchemist had never been the same. His moods had been slowly growing more violent, and his temper raged out of control. Tools that he used to create soon became tools of destruction.
He walked out of Shuggazoom City, his blue cloak draped around him to conceal his form. The night was cold and bitter. Yellow streetlights glared harshly at as he made his way to the halfwasy pint on the bridge above the ocean. In the eyes of the Alchemist, there was no reason left to live. He had destroyed everything he had ever loved.
--Flashback--The Alchemist had once again broken into an uncontrollable fit of anger. His wife and three-year-old son were backed into a corner, cowering in fear of what he would do this time. He had already trashed his workshop, leaving a pile of rubble where all of his inventions once were. The Alchemist advanced menacingly on the woman and child, clutching a wrench in his hand.
"No, don't! Please!"
"Daddy! Stop!"
--End Flashback--The moment still replayed itself in his head. Stripped of all he ever loved, scarred by self-inflicted wounds, he had no choice but to pay the debt that he owed. Climbing on the edge, he crouched and prepare to throw himself into the ungrateful depths of the deep.
He hesitated. The nebula…many other ships would possibly pass through the nebula, turning the crew members into ruthless monsters such as him, endangering the galaxy he had always known. Destroying himself wouldn't protect others from his fellow victims. He didn't want anyone to suffer through pain, similar to that he had caused others and himself.
Scrambling off the edge of the bridge, the Alchemist turned on his heel, back to the remains of his mechanical engineering laboratory. He felt an obligation to try and aid those who would need it most.
After all…there's always hope.
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