Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's first law of Equivalent Exchange. In those days, we really believed that to be the world's one, and only, truth.
Alphonse Elric, Fullmetal Alchemist
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Choices. That's all life boils down to. Choices.
If you had mentioned anything like this or the law of Equivalent Exchange long ago in my 'old life' as I like to call it, I'd say you were crazy. But that was before I met Kaos.
I used to be a loner. At the age of 15, I ran away from home. My parents were these conservative, mundane people. My father was an overbearing man, wanting me to do everything he never did. So even from a young age, he had me playing every sport under the sun. I ran, played baseball, football, soccer, hockey, martial arts, boxing, you name it. But I was small back then, thin weak and pathetic. My father hated that. Maybe he was seeing his disappointment about his life in me, but whatever it was, I took the brunt of it. I was abused whenever I failed at a task. If I didn't hit the ball hard enough or run fast enough or beat my opponent, I was beaten at home or just yelled at. My mother just watched it all but didn't do anything about it. I guess she was disappointed in me also. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I stole my old man's savings and ran. I found this guy selling this old hog, and I bought it. I hit the road and never looked back.
I rode all across the country, never even thinking about the next day. If I needed money, I found some menial task that needed doing. I was a decent fighter, so that gave me money a lot, but I had no qualms about doing any hard work. Whatever you needed I would do. That's how I lived my life for years. I didn't even think there was another way to live until I met him.
He was in this bar I was stopping by. I just got finished fighting for some cash with this biker gang and they invited me out to this place. Nice bunch of guys, real friendly and hardcore. Fucking huge too, the smallest one of them towered over me by almost a full foot. Although that's not saying much, seeing as how I was 5'6'' on a good day and maybe a wiry 150 lbs. Maybe that's why I impressed them so much. I fought like a wild animal because I had to.
So, we get to this bar and it's damn hot. Everyone's sweating like pigs and we order some cool brews. I'm looking around and there's no one near my size. Everyone is huge compared to me, sitting in their sweat drenched shirts. I enjoyed seeing muscle in action, but I wasn't gay. I just envied the huge guys. In truth, I wanted to be huge so I could really show my father who was in charge, but eventually I forgot all about vengeance. I desired the massive power and respect those guys had. I had to fight hard for mine while theirs came with the right glance. Now, I didn't hate them at all for that though, it was more of envy between friends.
Then I saw him. I didn't know who he was, but he looked like a biker. Except he was titanic, bigger than anyone I've ever seen or would see. He was looking at me with a pair of inviting eyes. I stared at him for a few moments, taking all of him into my memory. He looked tall, even when sitting, and wide enough to take up two seats at the bar. His face was gruff and stern, with a 5'o clock shadow that would make any man proud. His neck bulged with veins as he knocked back a mug of beer. My eyes naturally led down to his arms which were just freaking amazing. I doubt I could fit both of my hands around his guns, no cannons. They were veiny, just like the rest of him, and looked like they could curl anything in the place without a struggle. He wore no shirt so I could see the shelf that was his chest. His massive pecs were covered in a large amount of hair and moved in and out as he breathed. He twisted slightly and I could see his massive lats and his abs ripple with supremacy. He smiled at me then flexed one of his massive arms. The veins jumped to attention and squirmed violently and I gave an approving 'thumbs up'.
He beckoned me to come over to drink with him and I humbly accepted. I sat down a few chairs away from him, not wanting to impose on his space and set down my brew. "'Sup little man," he said with a voice that echoed in my head. This guy was like the manliest man I've ever met.
"Nothing much bro. Tell me man, how in the hell did you get so huge?" I asked.