Hi all!

So, I can't promise much in the way of updating, what with school and the continuation of other stories and stuff and practices upcoming, but I'll give it what I got! And if you want to read, then I commend you! ^_^

Anyways, this is based of a fanart picture by this artist: climbingonroofs on tumblr. (A beautiful picture)And I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except this story.

Enjoy!


Prologue

Amestris was a city of unfiltered candescence. In the darkest night, the bulbs of lamps and streetlights illuminated the air, never allowing a good citizen to walk the paving stones with a speck of uneasiness or a hint of doubt. They would never worry about being crept up on or stalked, not when they had that yellow-white light to protect them. If the sun was a god, the lightbulbs were angels watching over them. They were safe.

But the brightest light cast the darkest shadow.

Happy little citizens didn't know that. They were too wrapped up in their shimmering gowns, the honey laughter of their children, the mountain of paperwork in the office, and the unimportant affairs of their day-to-day lives.

A man swathed in black hustled along a backstreet, sweat drenching his brow and forehead. He longed to turn and look over his shoulder, but his will wouldn't dare it. She could be there. Hell, she was there. He knew it.

That bitch! he cursed as he tightened the jacket around his body. He'd been dooped and he knew it and no amount of begging or smart-assing could save him from what would eventually befall him.

But still he ran.

His legs began to slow, his chest aching for a rest. Cutting into a darker alcove, between the walls of a brick building, he drew his gun out from under the leather of the coat, pressing his back to the wall, watching. Aiming.

Footsteps drew near. The little click click of boots drove him insane as they came ever closer, the heels digging into the pavement.

A body stood at the end of the alcove, watching him curiously. A garbled sound choked out from between his lips.

"Hey...you okay?" the body asked.

The man in black was relieved to find it was not a woman's voice, but a man's.

"I-I'm alright, yes." The man in black lowered his gun, tucking it out of sight so as not to alert this newcomer. "Thank you."

"You look like you need some help."

"No, I'm quite alright."

"Nonsense," the body waved, flicking his fingers in dismissal. "I've got a nice little inn you can stop at for a while, take a rest if you need."

The man in black thought a moment. While his better judgement insisted he stay alone and out of sight, the promise of a warm bed and food and maybe a little protective company was just too alluring.

"Sure," he agreed, stepping forward. Tucking the gun away, he emerged, joining the newcomer. He took a good look at this stranger as they began walking. His hair was long, hanging in black tendrils off his head, almost like octopus tentacles. The eyes were small as the stranger stared down at him, teeth barred in a smile and though he was certain this newcomer was a man, it had an almost androgynous look.

"So, what's your name?" the stranger asked.

"Charles Violeta," the man in black introduced.

"Ah! You're name's familiar!" the stranger burst, looking at him ravenously.

Charles gulped. "R-really?" He tried to maintain his composure. "Where?"

"The papers," the stranger replied.

Charles only nodded.

As they continued walking, the stranger inquired about his purpose, hiding in this dank and dark alley. "You know," he had said, "this place is incredibly dangerous."

"Yes, I'm well aware," Charles laughed nervously. The words spilled from his mouth unmonitored. "I'm...running from someone."

"Interesting," the stranger growled.

The stranger ceased his walking, and Charles took just a few more steps, halting as a cold chill ran through his spine. Turning on his heel, he stared down a barrel of a handgun. His hand flew to retrieve his own.

"Ah ah ah," the stranger tutted, cocking the gun, the smile on his face malicious as the devil's. "I can't let you escape so fast. I know someone who'd just love to take a taste of you."

Charles shook, holding his hands up as a plea. "P-p-please! Take what you w-want. Just t-take my mon-money. I don't w-want to die. I d-dont..."

The stranger rolled his eyes. "Quit sniveling."

The shot rang out as smoke poured from the barrel. Charles Violeta sunk to the ground, the blood pooling around his body as he clutched at his chest.

Her heels tacked the ground definitively, Charles eyes widening as he watched her- that bitch- walk from an alley and lay a hand on the man's shoulder.

"Excellent job, Envy," the woman congratulated.

"My pleasure, Lusty," the stranger replied joyously, stuffing the gun away, smiling as if he had actually done some act of good.

Charles whimpered as her eyes fell on him.

She stuck her foot out, rolling him over with her boot effortlessly. Flicking back the front of his jacket, she fished a slip of paper out from his hidden breast pocket. Unfolding it and reading the contents printed in black, she grinned.

"Thank you for your cooperation," she said, taking the gun from 'Envy'. Cocking it and aiming it at his head, she pouted with the sensuality she was infamous for. "But we won't need your services any longer."

And with that, she pulled the trigger and Charles Violeta was no longer.


So, that was just the prologue and I hoped it peaked your interests and what not! ^_^

And feedback is always appreciated!

Peace, L.