Disclaimer; I do not own FMA or any of the characters.

it would be so easy

so easy to fight him, break him, but not kill- no, because they need him. He can't kill him yet. But he can wound, he can twist, he can break. And it's so easy to do.

It's always a woman. A subordinate, someone they hold close to them. Maes Hughes had a wife-- definitely too easy. The man shouldn't have carried a photo if he hadn't wanted to be betrayed by it. He only needs a second's hesitation-- but there he'd reveled in Hughes' shocked face, taken his time squeezing the trigger, smiled with his wife's face.

That annoying prince had that attendant of his, and that'd stopped him in his tracks.

this match would be too easy

The woman was right there, right behind him, but they had known all along she was going to break the rules, knew he wouldn't give her up so easily.

it was perfect, you see

He would stop, he would have to stop, convince himself to burn what looked like his most loyal underling-- if he could, if he could be just that heartless to watch her burn to carbon over and over.

A high jagged smile twists itself into Envy's face as he transforms into a young blonde woman, hair pulled back into a clip, black turtleneck, jacket, and combat boots.

"Can you fight me now, Colonel Mustang? Can you kill one of your own-"

--Cut off by the sound of gunshots, and his face shifts from amusement to anger as he lets the Philosopher's Stone heal his throat and the shot between his eyes.

very funny, miss lieutenant, and he lunges forward, not for Mustang, for her, because they don't need her, and she's just going to be in the way.

Stopped by flames this time, overwhelmingly hot, dense flames, and he can feel himself dying again and again and again.

He lays on the floor as himself, laughing as his lungs regenerate, looking up at a face without mercy, hand poised to redeliver the same over again.

you are a cruel man, colonel mustang.

And morphs, again, but not to a blonde, not this time, to an Amestrian uniform, brown hair and an unkempt chin, glasses, and hears the intakes of breath- he won't have help from his dear Lieutenant this time.

"Going to kill me again, Roy?"

how far can he push, how far can he endure, before something in him snaps and he's an easy target. how far, how far.

This game is far, far, too easy, and Envy smiles diabolically. Game on.