Evil Mind Games

Disclaimer-Don't own the characters just the plot. Bleh.

Chapter One-The Cold White

For the longest time there was no thoughts or an awareness of surroundings. Absolute emptiness. And then as if a fog was lifting from his mind, things almost started to make sense again. There was the sound of water running. Almost like a waterfall or something close by. It didn't make much sense but then not much did at that point. There was a cold sensation around him, so cold that it stung his skin. Was he dead? It was beginning to feel that way, but the continue pounding in his head proved otherwise. His arms would not move as he felt them bound behind his back. As much as he wanted to plan an escape, his mind couldn't focus on anything right now. Opening his mouth, he almost choked as he inhaled water. Where the hell was he? Unable to take the mystery anymore, he squinted at his surroundings. He was alone and all he could see was white. His face was lying in a puddle of water and he attempted to bring his head up. The same pain from before returned even worse now.

Cold water came down hard, soaking his entire body and making him feel numb. As his gaze fell down to the cold white surrounding, he noticed a light red color mixing with the water before it moved away from him. His forehead had a nasty gash that hadn't healed very well from before. All the water had managed to do was dilute it some. He tried to move, to roll off his stomach and onto his back. A wave of nausea hit him and he remained still. Searching for the last thing that happened, his memory failed him. He had no idea how he ended up here. Making it onto his side, he glanced up to see the source of the water. The shower was on full blast. Raising his right leg, he kicked at the handle in an attempt to shut it off. After several tries, he managed to stop most of the water flow, bringing some relief. Another thing he had noticed was the only shred of decency he was wearing were his boxers. Everything else had been stripped. For the Fullmetal Alchemist, this was quite a degrading moment.

Leaning back down onto the cold surface of the tub, he took in a deep breath, trying to get his barrings together. It was quiet except for the occasional drip that still fell from the shower nozzle. He checked to see if he could clap his way out of this but his automail arm lay still and with his hands bound, palms out, there would be no alchemy. He tried his legs only to realize his metal one didn't respond to him either. Who would do something like this to him? What were they planning to do to him now that they had him? He could feel more blood running down his face and could do nothing to stop it. His thoughts were swimming as his head pounded more and more. Maybe the cold water had made the pain numb. His eyes wondered up the wall which was his only view from this point. So far all he could figure out was the fact he was in a tub, in a dimly lit, dirty looking bathroom.

As though answering his most obvious question, he heard the door open and a bright light came on overhead. He forced his eyes shut, as this new amount of light hurt his pupils. Someone entered the room, taking their time to get over to him. He was unable to see who it was but still felt a chill seeping into his skin. A familiar form stood, hovering above as though waiting for him to look in their direction. Stiffling a breath he finally moved his head upward. A gasp escaped his mouth as his eyes went wide in disbelief.