Title: Freedom's Ringing
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of its contents, and I do not own the song "Poison" remixed by Groove Coverage.
Warning: Dark content, character death, and writing that does not normally merit many reviews.
Note: This is a one-shot. I will not be continuing it.
She's beautiful, absolutely, completely, in every way beautiful. Maybe that's why she's named after the sin of lust. It isn't just beauty . . . it's captivating. That sounds more like it. She's got me under her spell, wrapped around her long, gouging, inhuman fingers. She's taken me captive, body and non-soul. I'm held hostage under her seductive gaze.
It's a crying shame that there's only one way to freedom. Freedom's damn beautiful, too; but which one is more appealing?
I told her that I'd stay with her until our sick demise, but that isn't until someone kills us or the sun finally burns out. Do I really want to wait around that long? She drives me wild at every turn . . . but is it worth it all in the end?
"I wanna hurt you, just to hear you screaming me name."
Her breathy voice heats up my ear as I recognize a line of lyrics. How fitting.
Moonlight colored thighs squeeze my hips as she grinds against me. She isn't naked, but, damn, I wouldn't mind it.
Not.
In.
The.
Least.
I chuckle to myself, and she shoots me a curious look.
"What is so funny?"
Nothing, I tell her, nothing at all.
She smirks down at me as she rakes her clawing fingers against my bare chest. I offer a pointy grin, and she leans down to bite my bottom lip harshly. A growling sound escapes my throat, and I thrust myself up at her. She's obviously amused and repeats her action. Leaning forward, her black as night hair falls into her stark white face. I watch her come closer, and I stop her.
She blinks and scowls at my hand that's holding her left wrist tightly.
"Why did you stop me?"
She's demanding, but I play a better game. I tell her to morph her hands, like she does when she fights, and all the other times we fuck.
Because we can't die without our remains nearby, the two of us can have as much violent fun as we want. We can both go for miles and miles and miles- and we never fall exhausted.
She listens to me, thinking I just want to get to the point straight away. I grin at her, in an almost cheerful manner, and I think it throws her off for a second. I want her to stab me through the heart. She shakes her head, her dark curls falling around her shoulders.
"You know I cannot penetrate the ultimate shield. Nothing can."
Let's pretend, I say. I'll get a cheap thrill out of it. Besides, didn't she just tell me she wanted to hurt me? My lips reveal my razor teeth as I tell her not to be a wimp. Her brow furrows, and she accepts my challenge.
I lay back comfortably, with my arms folded under my head. Her left arm raises slowly, and it drastically plunges forward. I feel the heated stinging in my chest, and my eyes bulge slightly.
In my final moments, I laugh at her shocked, doe eyed expression. I feel her rapier fingers pull out of my chest, and I cough. Blood bubbles out of my mouth and lands on my chest.
"How . . . Why . . ?"
Her eyes are brimming with tears, threatening to spill over at any second. I just keep smiling at her.
My remains, I confide, are under the bed.
I don't tell her that I'm free. I don't tell her that I've been planning this for months. I don't tell her that she's beautiful.
I tell her I love her.
My world goes black with her howls of pain fading away from me.
Damn, I'm greedy.