What Envy was doing was a release, he didn't see anything wrong with it. Until the real Edward Elric had to come in and ruin his fun.

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Pride hit the ground with a sickening crunch, and his blood splattered in thick droplets all around him, turning the gray stone dark red. Even though his injuries healed almost as soon as they appeared, the pain lingered for a long time, sometimes never going away. Right now, Pride didn't think he could take much more of this.

Already, Pride had had his spinal cord snapped, his jugular slashed open, his neck snapped, his wrists shattered so violently his hands themselves were barley hanging on, and-

'CRACK'

-and his leg snapped. Literally. He gazed with terror filled eyes at the appendage that was previously attached to his body. Now he couldn't even drag himself away.

How could he still be breathing?

Envy was in one of his violent moods again. This was happening more and more lately. He would come home from where ever he was-Pride didn't know nor care, he was just happy Envy was gone- and immediately find Pride so he could torture and kill him.

When he was first created, Envy would refuse to be in the same room as him. The other homunculi weren't as bad, but none of them were very nice to him either. He didn't know why, but they always had the most loathing and hateful looks on their faces when they looked at him.

Pride liked the way he looked, he thought he looked rather pretty. He looked almost like Father too: the same deep golden eyes that flickered between shades depending on his mood, and dark hair that looked like liquid gold running down halfway down his back. Pride liked the way Envy dressed, so he wore clothes of a similar fashion. Sometimes Envy liked it when he did that, but other times he would beat him for it.

Pride had been alive for about a month when the beatings started. Sometimes it would be quick and only hurt a little. Other times the pain went on for hours and Pride would still be sore and achy, even after he had died and regenerated. One time, Pride was bludgeoned to death. Another time, Envy took a sharp but of metal and carved designs all over Pride's body. The scars from that never went away, and whenever he is asked about them Pride claims that they are tattoos. Only, though, out of fear that Envy would hurt him worse. Envy started torturing him not too long after that. Pride would die the too, it would just take longer.

Always afterwords, when Pride had healed enough to move, he would drag himself to the back room where the chimeras were kept and play with them.

Pride had never seen the animals that the chimeras were made out of, but he still like to pet them as he finished healing. The soft and rough textures of their skin always distracted him from the pain.

Pride had never been outside before. Other than going through the underground tunnels to the place where they stole meat for the chimeras from, Pride had never been anywhere in the seven or so months he has been alive.

Pride ran his fingers through the chimera's fur absentmindedly, and was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt the soft fur turn to rough, hard scales. His fingers danced a line on the chimera's back where the two creatures were fused together. An area that was covered in a thin strip of soft fuzzy scales. This chimera was a light gray color, but the hair around it's neck was longer and darker than on the rest of it's body. The bottom half of it was covered in scales of a similar color. The tail was almost as long as its body.

Apparently, this chimera didn't like Pride touching the are where its fur ans scales met, and voiced its protest by clamping down on Pride's uninjured leg.

Pride winced as he felt the chimeras fangs stab into the skin, tear the muscle, cut through sinew, and shatter the bone hard enough to send little razor sharp chips cutting into the surrounding muscle. He was already in so much pain though, that he didn't know he had been hurt until he smelt fresh blood mixing with the smell of rotten meat and death that already covered the room like a blanket.

Pride sighed and half-shuffled, half0crawled out of the room and down the hall in the direction of his room. He should get out of there before the smell of his blood aroused the more hungry of the chimeras.

The dark, eerie hallway was lit by sporadic flashes of red light as Pride's body slowly healed itself. He wished with all his being that this would stop soon. Pride would be relived even if the only reason it stopped was because his philosopher's stone ran out of human souls and he died.

Envy was never caught, because he always managed to do it when Father wasn't around. The other homunculi would be in the room sometimes, but they would make no move to stop him.

Pride's throat constricted as he tried to hold back a rage and pain filled scream. Why didn't they stop him? Sometimes, the would even join in. Pride winced at the memories, Lust had really sharp nails!

Pride whimpered and hid behind the bed when he heard footsteps coming from the other side of the locked door. Envy was coming back for him.

"Edo?" Envy sang teasingly. "I know you're hiding in there!"

Over the edge of the brass bed frame, Pride could see Envy break the door off its hinges with a well placed kick. "come out come out, where ever you are!" He sang sadistically as he approached the bed on the far side of the dark room.

Pride had no clue who this 'Edo' person was, but that was the name Envy always called out for.

Maybe if Pride found 'Edo' the pain would stop.

Envy slowly sauntered over to the bed, power and control seeping from his very being with ever step he took. He grinned sadistically as he pulled Pride back onto the bed by his long loose hair, causing Pride to whimper as he looked up at Envy with terror filled teary eyes that were silently begging for Envy to stop and leave him alone.

Envy giggled insanely, and his eyes widened with glee. Pride could accurately predict what would happen next. The part that hurt the most, yet felt so good at the same time. The one thing that both the sadist and victim enjoyed. Envy did it to him almost every night, and sometimes it wouldn't even hurt.

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A.N this is just a little torture fic I came up with for Blue Bird's Illusion. Not too sure where, or how I came up with it, and I honestly don't want to know either. I might make this story more that one chapter. Maybe. It's a definate maybe.

~Psycho