Ling woke up in a flash. His whole body was sweating, and it had made his madras wet all the way trough. He hadn't gotten a minute of good sleep since he let Greed take over his body. Every night was haunting him with flashes of that woman. She had dark hair flowing down her shoulders, almost like a waterfall. A tight, pvc dress was exaggerating her womanly shapes. She had a tattoo on her chest of a reptile trying to eat its own tail which was in the same luxurious, burgundy color as her lips. Every time she fell into his mind she had the same seductive smirk that no man could ever resist. She could have been a woman fit to be his queen back in Xing, if it just hadn't been for the bad feeling she gave him, deep down in his ribs.
Greed's head was pounding.
"Ling, what have you been doing?!" he yelled inside his head. Ling was laughing up at him. He crossed his hands and leaned backwards.
"As if I could have done anything to cause this. No, it wasn't me. It was the woman with the burgundy lips."
Greed quivered. The woman with burgundy lips? It had to be someone the old Greed knew. But still, he wanted to know who it was. If both the old Greed and Ling had seen that woman he had to see her. He needed to; he would not stand to be the only one left out. He looked around, the room was dark and cold. He took down his cloak from the wall and headed out in the big blizzard outside. He had never felt such cold. It felt as though the blood in his veins connecting his body to his philosopher's stone froze, and he knew that if that happened he would be dead for sure.
With every footstep he went further and further down into the snow, and it got heavier to go on.