Title: Next One

Author: Sofipitch

Series: manga/brotherhood

Word Count: 378

Rating: PG-13?

Characters: Lust, Envy, Edward

Summary: And a smile threatened to break her face at the thought.

Warnings: spoilers if you haven't gotten to lab five

Subject: Prompt 170, abuse, "Next One"

She thought his smile looked so wide, it was threatening to rip his face in two.

"But that wouldn't matter," she thought, "he would just regenerate again."

She vaguely wondered if she should step in, interfere. "The boy can take just a little more," she said to herself as she brushed off the idea of interfering. It wasn't her fight. Well, it could've been, but the little parasite had decided to take over.

Not that she minded. It was so much easier to sit back and watch Envy beat up the child. That way, if anything went wrong it wouldn't be her fault. She enjoyed watching the way the boy's blood looked in contrast to his golden hair from a distance.

Envy grabs the boy's braid and holds him in place as he knees him in the gut. A small trickle of blood makes its way out of the boy's open mouth. His golden eyes widen, and so does Envy's smile. The sight of the boy's blood was turning Envy on, it seemed to also be having the same effects on her.

"Remember he's a sacrifice. You can't kill him." This time Lust did interfere, unwillingly, but she didn't want Father to be angry at her for not stoping her brother before he kills a sacrifice.

Envy drops the boy. She could see pout on his face, he had wanted to finish him off. She felt sad too; she had been enjoying the show. She had even hoped that she would be able to also have a turn with the child.

She wondered if sinking her nails into the boy's tender bronze flesh would feel as good as it looks. If his eyes would still remain the same color even if she scratched intricate designs in them. She wondered into just how many pieces could the bone in his flesh arm brake before it would become dust.

But she can't lay a single nail on him. Even if she so much as scratched him, the boy would surely die. He had already lost enough blood. Damn Envy.

"Oh well," she thought, "I'll get the next one."

And a smilethreatens to brake her face at the thought. Yes, if the child survives tonight, they shall surely meet again.