I Give most of the credit to my best friend Brianna.

Ed looked at the man he just killed. This was his seventh victim just in the last three days. He smirked and chuckled softly. He always did after a killing. Ed started to walk out of the building. He walked into his hotel room just the down the street. Ed was covered with blood and he loved the feeling. Blood was dripping off his hands and down his body. Al was the only one who knew he'd been going on these killing sprees the last few days. How? Al had followed him the second night. Ed stood in the bathroom, frozen. He was ravaged from the blood and murdering he'd done that night. Al opened the door and looked at his blood splattered brother. He gasped. Al suddenly grabbed Ed and threw him into the shower.

"Clean up!" He ordered. Ed looked at him and nodded. He could barely even talk because of how excited he was. Al sighed and left the bathroom. He had to make sure his brother wasn't caught or else he'd be executed for his crimes. The phone rang suddenly. Al picked it up. "Hello?"

"Alphonse?" It was Colonel Mustang.

"Yeah?"

"I need Ed to report down."

"He's busy, why?"

"There's been a serial killer on the loose and we need his help in finding the murderer." Al froze.

"A serial killer, huh? How many so far?"

"We just found the fifth body. It was wide-open, I don't get this guy. He just kills them and doesn't even make an effort to hide their body." That does sound like Ed..., Al thought.

"What an idiot he must be. That guy will be caught soon enough if he keeps that up."

"I know, but I want Fullmetal to come down to help out."

"I'll tell him."

"Alright." They hung up. Al walked to the bathroom door. The shower was going.

"Ed." he called.

"Yeah?" Ed replied, his voice was muffled through the door and rushing water.

"Colonel Mustang wants you to head down to check out a serial killer case."

"A serial killer, huh?" Ed sounded more pleased than Al had hoped.

"Yeah. He wants you to go down as soon as possible."

"Alright." Ed laughed. The shower turned off.

"Can I please get you some help?" Al asked him.

"I don't need help. Well, actually, I probably do, but I've already lost all my sanity, so what help will it have?" Ed asked. He always refused therapy or made up an excuse.

"How many tonight?" Al asked.

"Four." Ed said gladly.

"Four? Ed, come on!"

"I wasn't satisfied with just one. Sorry, my blood lust is even to much for me to control." Ed laughed. Blood lust...

"Ed, you're sick."

"I know that already."

"No. You're really sick. I wanna get you some help."

"No, Al. I don't want it." Ed came out of the bathroom dressed and tying his hair up.

"Please." Al trailed him around the hotel room. Ed clapped his hands and got the blood out of the carpet.

"No, Al. I don't want help." Ed said firmly then continued to cleaning up the bathroom.

"Yes," Al replied. Ed swung around suddenly so he was facing the armor.

"I said NO, Al!" He yelled angrily. Al flinched. Ed cleaned up the bathroom and covered up all evidence of him being the killer. He plopped onto the bed and sighed.

"Why?" Al asked sadly.

"It won't do anything." Ed sighed. It almost seemed like he didn't enjoy killing people for a split second.

"Aren't you going to see Mustang?" Al asked.

"Right, right. I have to see what they're doing about my case." Ed smirked and got up. He pulled on his shoes and jacket then headed to Central Command with Al.