Warning:involves tourcher, gore and mutilation of beloved charecters- not for the light harted squimish typ, because most likely this wont hjave the happyest ending...

I won't give a summary because that gives away the plot, and though i may be blond, i ma not actually that dumb.

DISCLAIMER: i do no own Full Metal Alchemist or the characters

within...although owning Roy might not be so bad...Hm bad

xx, enjoy.

Belledonner.

Eyes.

Yes.

Eyes dark.

Wait…Dark eyes.

That's better.

Dark eyes worried.

Nope…Worried dark eyes.

Yay! Coherency!

the body cackled madly.

Wait! Why are the dark eyes worried? Why are they so dark? Why are there

eyes?

The questions tumbled through the mind. They worried It greatly, but could not find the answers as those obsidian eyes block itsvision and clouded the beings mind with their intensity.

Him?Her?

Male? Female?More questions.

Too many questions! the mind screamed, Its vision went static black round the edges as Its panic took control of his/her battered body and lifted arms that looked vaguely familiar but frighteningly different to Its eyes. They moved to protect the face and wiled eyes squeezed shut to keep out those piercing black eyes that where searing through Its chaotic soul.

Falling!

Falling fast!Changing!PAIN!ROY!

the mouth moaned loudly as phantom pain emerged

from all sides and It tried to curl in on Itself but found the

body trapped by smooth columns on either side. It squirmed and withered as pain wreaked havoc through a body already battered and broken.Its eyes opened wide suddenly as the pain intensified ten fold,Its body jerked up to sitting, Its head exploded into white hot pain quickly turned to the black of obsidian eyes as consciousness' fled from his/her body.FALLING!

General Roy Mustang stared down at the blond as she withered beneath his arms, her eyes fluttering and moving beneath heavy lids. Her moans of pain echoing through the high vaulted ceilings of the church they where held prisoner in, contrasting sharply with the manic grin slapped across her face, even in sleep she could not fight the madness and pain, her cackling laugh turning the warm spring day to grey and lifeless as the haunting noises ripped themselves from her pale gold throat. Her petite form turned too thin and her long hair spread behind her head in great knots, stuck to the blackened floor with her own drying blood, her clothes torn and filthy rags that hung limply off her body, and the screams that came from her inhuman.

The General understood the screams, anyone who laid an eye on her would see why too; her form was so pale and lifeless he wondered where all the blood came from, but it was there, pooling around her, soaking her cloths and staining once gold hair a dark, dirty red. It oozed sluggishly from the hundreds of deep gashes and cuts that littered her body, the deep red mixing with the yellowed puss leaking from too many wounds. The charred flesh of her only arm was covered in the puss, the stench arising from her poor body was almost too much to stand, he choked and gagged as the smell assaulted his senses, making his eyes water and run, his teeth ground together against the effort to vomit and he forced himself to breath through his locked jaw as he forced himself to ignore his own burning pain and refused to leave the abused blond to die, drowned by her own blood as she had spazzed beneath him. The only thing stopping her from drowning herself in her own blood was the generals shaking and bloodied arms pinning her too her back and his legs keeping hers on the ground.

She would never be the same, her mind too altered by the motherfuckers games, her body too beaten and changed to heal completely without aid, her personality warped by insomnia and hysterical pain, her identity stolen from her. And that was the worst part, Edward Elric would never recover from the change that had twisted her body and mind and taken and given till she was no longer male but female. Edward had been thrown completely into the insanity he had been balancing on for the weeks beforehand, his screams of agony had turned into her hysterical laughter after that, his glimpses of pain and true smiles of slight triumph had warped into her sadistic grins and smirks of pure loathing.

Roy mustang knew that he was not fine himself, his own body was scared by constant abuse and terrifying pain but if you where to look at them side by side (witch wasn't possible because Edward couldn't stand anymore) no one would take a second glance at the General before calling an ambulance for the skeleton of a blond beside him. Compared to her Roy mustang was healthy, a comparison to which Roy grimaced and shuddered at. And though this was horrifying, worse than anything they had done to her worse than the beatings she had laughed through, the change she had lost her sanity too, even worse than the raping they had forced her through. The worst was that they would not allow her to die. He could see it in her golden bloodshot eyes, she wished for death, and they wouldn't let her leave her misery behind. They healed her every week, every day when it was necessary, they had used Roy's thrice damned ring to heal her and bring her back from the edge of the void of death, and then they would use it to push her there again. The constant pain, blood and mad laughing had dulled Roy's senses, he still felt all the pain of daily lashings, beatings, the slicing of the knife as cut its way delicately through the layers of his skin, so slowly as it cut away the old scars in slivers, making raw bleeding new ones. But although it still hurt it was as though he didn't care anymore, his life was worth nothing compared to the young woman suffering so much more before him. Edward was clearly not sane. And although she had gone mad she had never once even murmured the secret they tortured her daily for, her strength of mind convinced Roy that there was still some shred of sanity left of the old Edward Elric. He had even seen it, that glimmer of intelligence and sanity hidden behind the hysteria and madness. Even heard it once; when their unnamed terrorists left them alone for days at a time with no food or water other than the bloodied body of a fallen calf. It was only a few short sentences, but those few words had given Roy strength and courage as the brittle young girl said them with conviction and sanity.

"Roy, I will never tell, I will never utter the words they want, even if only to spite them! These wounds will heal but they will always leave scars; forget me knots' in a time when I will wish to forget. We will escape! And show the world the danger of what they are doing! They will see our gruesome 'forget me knots' and shudder in realization! We will save them from themselves!"

And Roy believed

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Belledonner.