The creak of an opening door echoed throughout the room. They were coming back, back to kick him, back to slap him, back to beat him, back to burn him, back to torture him. His heart hammered in his chest. A light shined in his eyes and he was blinded. He heard voices speak but he learned to never listen to their chatter. He might learn something you never wanted to learn if he did. He pretended to look dead, maybe that'll trick them for once. His torturers loved live prey, if they were to see him dead, they might let him go. A hand brushed against his cheek and he lashed out in fear. His mouth found the hand of the culprit and he let his teeth sink into the flesh, his fingers scored down his enemy's arm. The person fought, but he just bit and scratched harder. He could barely notice the blood flowing down his throat choking him. Everything was a flurry of tugs, surprised yelps, and crimson. His world crashed to a stop when he heard a familiar voice snap at him,
"Fullmetal!"
His vision cleared and he immediately dropped off of the girl's hand. He spat the blood out of his mouth and looked up at his victim once he heard whimpering coming from their direction.
Winry held her lacerated hand and sniffed. She was shaking with racing terror. Ed's eyes widened, "Winry?"
Winry shied away. Tears tracing tracks down her face. She shook her head and asked in frightened curiosity, "Ed… what happened to you?"