Ed slammed down on the hard, concrete floor. His clothing was ripped and tattered.
"Your weak, Edward Elric," a low voice chuckled. "You don't stand a chance against me."
The dark figure leaned down next to Ed and violently ripped off his shirt, leaving bright red scratch marks on Ed's chest. Ed groaned in pain. A smirk crept across the figures face. He got up, turned around, and grabbed the whip he had. Ed got up and headed for the door, limping.
"You're not going to get away that easily."
The man lashed out the whip, snaring around Ed, making him slam to the ground again. The man smiled and walked over to Ed, who was wincing from the pain. Slight burn marks were prevalent. The man put his right foot on Ed's back and leaned on it.
"You…bastard…" was all Ed could say as the whip tightened around his neck.
"You can scream all you want. No one will hear you. But don't worry, I'll put you out of your misery soon enough."
Ed felt tears run down his cheeks. It couldn't end like this. He hasn't told Roy the truth. And Al… Al couldn't live with himself if Ed died. He would blame himself for Ed's death. It just couldn't end like this.
"That's right; scream, cry, plead all you want. It will all be over soon."
The man gammed his foot into the back of Ed's head. He began to fall unconscious.
"No!" a voice yelled.
The man was thrown to the ground, several feet away from Ed. The last thing Ed could remember was the man being torched to death and the voice saying
"Don't die Ed! Oh, God, please don't die!"