Prologue:
Rain beats the ground as dark ominous clouds cover the night sky as a carriage speeds through the night the only light about them being the terrible strikes that attack the land. A shadowed man holds the rains for the horses though even their eyes seemed to glow in the night with red evil. In the carriage is a young man looking scornfully at his captor, a calm and collected man dressed in black looking like that of a lord of a grand castle. His hands resting on a cane in which he obviously didn't need. His face handsome though terribly pale, he smiles showing his even whiter teeth, his canines much too long for the young man's taste.
The young man himself wearing a military uniform. Obviously he had been beaten to join the older man on this joy ride from hell. His hands and feet bound, with a gag in his mouth, his hair short with a mustache.
"I'm sorry to have to be taking you away like this colonel Bradley… But my child she wishes to have you as hers, and what she wants is what I shall give to her." The older man smiles all the more, "I can see her kiss on your neck." Bradley only glares giving a warning growl through his gag.
"MASTER!" comes a husky voice from outside.
"What is it?" The older man growls obviously not liking to be interrupted.
"I'm sorry but there's someone still following us!" The voice finishes.
"I see…" He looks to Bradley smiling sweetly, "It seems your dogs are coming for you…" He rests his index finger under the young man's chin lifting his head, "I told them I'd kill you if they came…"
Bradley's eyes widen at the sight before him, 'HELP ME!' He knew the man before him was going to kill him but those teeth he feared his death would be a slow one. Moaning at the feeling of the mans teeth in his neck, he quickly starts trying to get away, though is slowly put in a trance by the man before him, his body feeling so heavy, his thoughts groggy, oh how he wished he could get away.
Both look to right door seeing it being swung open, the older man moves away from the young man, blood dripping from his mouth as he hisses, Bradley looks at his men smiling lightly, as he falls against the cushions of the carriage. Watching the monster before him being murdered, his heart stabbed with a silver dagger and his head quickly sliced right off from his body. Though Bradley quickly falls into unconsciousness.
(TBC)
Roy and Ed: Wha? King Bradley?
Al: But isn't he supposed to be a humonculi too?
Trom::Sighs: Yes but the thing is, is that I started this fic before I knew that so I'm not really going to change it. I know it wont make much sense but dang it Bradley can be so sweet!
Ed: But he's one of the bad guys!
Trom::Grumbles: Thank you captain obvious…. The point it I didn't know when I started this fic, so I'm not going to change a large decision from when I first made it, I'd have to change a lot of the story and well I wrote it all down already::pouts.: