Dark-Kitty: Hey all, I have now re-posted this chapter after revising it and making it BETTER!…. If that's what you'd like to call it :Sweatdrop: Anyways then. On with the show! Or story…or whatever…
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His body, cold and motionless lay upon the hard pavement. Eye's cracked open in there last attempt to live, dilated, a misty gray film dancing across their once brilliantly vibrant color. Burning with rage only mere moments before, now looked cold and lifeless, as if it was taken away in a fit of jealousy. After a short period of spasms had erupted from his pale body he hadn't moved a muscle. Everything was still, not even the raising of his chest was apparent anymore. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. He wasn't supposed to die, heck, he wasn't even able to die last time they had fought. But here he lay, dead as dead could be. Dried tears and blood stained his delicate face that was crafted with such care. His cheeks sinking in slightly, the edges of his lips tinted a nasty shade of blue. Edward Elric fell to his knees before his dead half-brother. His face contorting a feature known to others as sorrow. The man he had sworn to kill lay lifeless before him. And he hated it.
"Envy, you bastard." He choked out upon deaf ears. "I hate you."
(BAM)
Ed woke with a start, bolting strait up he attempted to catch his breath. He cradled his flesh hand against his chest, feeling his heartbeat slow back to it's normal pace. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he scanned the room, a familiar habit that he had grown accustom to over the years.
(BAM)
His heart skipped a beat as his eye's swiveled towards the door. There was a muffled sound, then a grunt. With caution he stood up and made his way to the door, opened it a crack and peaked out.
"Hello?" He asked as he pulled the door towards him the rest of the way.
And there standing before him, was a sight to see. If only Hughes were still alive, Ed could have used the camera he had always carried with him. There stood Havoc, Furry, and Mustang in their pajamas.
He and Al had been spending their nights in the central dorms trying to catch a lead on the philosopher's stone. But no luck had poked its head out at them yet.
"Um…" He said, quirking an eyebrow with nothing better to say.
"You alright there? You were screaming pretty loud." Havoc said as he yawned, and rubbed some of the sleep from his eyes.
"I was?" He answered dumbly.
"Yes, you were saying something about hating someone…" Mustang cut in.
"What, were you eavesdropping or something?" Havoc asked with a smirk.
"No, I'm in the room right next to him and I happen to be a light sleeper." The Colonial shot back in his defense.
Ed stood there dumbfounded as the two adults started arguing. Memories of his dream started replaying in his mind over and over again. He paled slightly when the image of Envy's corpse flashed through his thoughts. He let out a small squeak when Al put one of his large metal hands on his shoulder.
"Al, I didn't know you were up." He said laughing nervously.
"Brother are you alright…" He asked, if it had been possible he would have had a worried expression on his face.
"Yeah I'm fine, it was just a bad dream." He replied as reassuringly as he could, the last thing he wanted was for Al to worry over him.
Al didn't answer but gave Ed a cold long stare, as if trying to pry through his mind. With a sigh he straitened up.
"You should get some more rest." He said, letting Ed step back into the room as he shooed the three men back to bed.
After a while Ed had finally been able to close his eyes without the horrifying image pop back into his head. Yet he had failed to notice, that throughout the whole ordeal a pair of eyes had watched the whole thing. Deep purple, that almost bled into a deep crimson, with silted cat pupils. And with a gust of wind, they dropped out of sight.
It had been a grand total of two hours since Envy had left his perch infront of the Elric's bedroom. And it was safe to say, he was confused. During his time of watching the height challenged alchemist writhe about and scream he was positive he had shouted out his name. But why, was the question. And it was wearing his patience thin. With a snarl he chucked the small pebble he had been tossing up and down at the first object he spotted. This just happened to be an old trashcan, and with the loud 'clang' a few lights around the town flicked on. His eye twitched in annoyance. He hated being confused, it made his head hurt. But only for a few seconds though, he could almost feel the red stones in his body rubbing together and disintegrate the dull ache in his temples. And just to calm his nerves he started humming a tune he had heard a while back when the other five homunculi were still alive.
"This city high we now make sin, to let the ancient darkness in."
It was known throughout the other sins that he had hated Greed the most. What an understatement that was. Sure he had disproved of his stupid remarks and lame puns, and his jagged shark tooth smirk that always rubbed him the wrong way. But in reality he loved Greed like a brother. Homunculi weren't supposed to feel human emotions like love or hate, but after pretending to be dead for little over a year, things changed a bit. Rules were bent.
"Attacked, adored, to feel our pain, we chant the ages-old refrain."
He actually missed Greed; it almost seemed boring without him around to liven things up a bit. He also missed Lust; she always acted the part of an older sister to the seven of them. Even though she was younger than he was. He missed Pride, and how he could always rely on him for a backup plan when things went wrong. Sloth, and her ways of always being organized and always a step ahead of everything. Heck, he even missed Gluttony. Wrath had been the only survivor of the incident that had killed the rest off. The only one left that was close to him in any way.
"Of hate and sorrow. Yesterday, is all that stands within our way."
Wrath had stopped speaking after Sloth's demise. But he had said one thing, but only one. He had called him brother, then started to cry. Now being himself, the usually arrogant self centered, I-don't-give-a- rip, bastard, he would have pushed the child away without a second thought. But under the circumstances he had let him cry on his shoulder. They were the only two left, who could blame him?
"We make the holy city sin. We let the savage darkness in."
He stood and let his eyes sweep the area before jumping away at a speed so great he looked like a blur to the naked eye. But he hadn't caught sight of the odd looking man with his half moon spectacles sitting at the tip of his nose. Dressed in long violet robes that hit the ground, and a beard that reached his ankles.
"Curious." He murmured aloud, and with a 'pop'. The odd looking man was gone.
Envy landed gracefully infront of the old manor that looked as if it had been abandoned centuries ago. Ivy had worked its way around the large door and the edges of the windows. Cracks lined the window pains, and the paint was slowly sluffing off into the wind. A large board had been nailed across the entrance, denying axes to curious children who happened to pass by. Well that's what it seemed anyways. With an simple jerk it popped free and the door was open, and the shape shifter made his way inside.
"Wrath." The sin called out, his voice vibrating off of the walls and echoing down the long hallways. When he got no reply he put his hands on his hips and gave an annoyed huff.
"Fine be that way." He mumbled, as he dropped to the floor on his hands and knee's. Pressing his ear to the dusty floorboards, he listened. A small tapping sound vibrating through his eardrum, and he stood.
Being an artificial being had its advantages at times. Such as, enhanced senses. Any normal person wouldn't have heard what he just had. Also the benefits of quick healing were an upside as well. With a smirk he started up the long spiraling stair case that lead to the upper floor of the two sin's home.
Once he had made his way down the long hallway he stopped at the second to last door on his right. His hand rested on the doorknob, but something didn't feel right. He quickly took a few steps away from the door. With ease he let the blue alchemic light engulf his body. Bones twisting and shrinking, his hair lengthening and loosing its brackish look. His skin twisted and tightened as it molded to fit the new structure of his choice. This all happened in less than a second. And there in his place stood a young girl, nothing to fancy, just your average run of the mill teenager. Her face took on the same general look as Envy's. Her hair a deep black, with a greenish tinge to it. Narrowed blue eyes glared at the door. With a deep breath Envy set his hand on the doorknob and twisted it, and with a reluctant groan the door opened.
His feeling had been right. He mentally thanked his instinct as he set his hands in a scolding position on his newly acquired hips.
"State your name, and purpose." He snapped. He hadn't bothered in altering his voice, since it happened to be quite feminine as is.
In the middle of the room stood an odd looking man with robes down to the floor, and his silver, aged hair down to his back. The top covered by a tall hat that matched the shade of violet of his robes. The man turned around, with a small twinkle in his eye as he smiled warmly behind his half moon spectacles.
"There is no need to be alarmed M'am. I mean no harm." The man said kindly, there was something strange about this guy and it kept Envy on his toes.
"Answer." He said harshly, ignoring the strangely dressed man's words.
With a weary sigh the man straitened up. "My name is Professor Albus Dumbledoor, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." He stated in a formal manor
Envy cocked his head to the side with a disbelieving look upon his stolen face.
"Professor eh? What's your purpose?" He asked smoothly.
"I am here to inform you that you have been accepted, Ms…"
"Wren Clare." He lied without hesitation. He had done it so many times before that it had become a second nature to him.
"Ah yes, Ms. Clare, you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Envy's eyes narrowed as he sent a sharp glare at the so-called 'Headmaster'. "If this is somebody's idea of a joke, you had better speak up now." He said dangerously.
"This is no joke." He said shaking his head. "It is very much the truth."
"And if I decline because it sounds like a bunch of bull shit?" He said sarcastically.
"If it is a demonstration you would like, I would be more than happy to." He said, his eye's twinkling again. It made Envy want to gouge them out with a spoon.
With a flick of his wrist a stick was firmly grasped between his fingers. Envy kept a wary eye on the instrument and the Dumbledoor fellow. After the man murmured a few things a bright light erupted from the tip of the crooked stick and slammed into the vase next to the bed. Envy took an unconscious step backwards out of reflex. There was a large croak, and slimy brown toads hopped down from the table were the vase had been. Envy's eye twitched in repulsion as he drew another foot backwards.
Dumbledoor smiled at Envy's reaction. "Well now, what do you say?"
"Let me think about it." Envy fumbled as he snapped out his reply. He was confused again, and it wasn't helping his mood.
With a sigh the elderly man reached into the pocket of his robes and pulled out two heavily bound parchment letters and set them on the bed. "I will give you three days, then I will come back for your reply." He said then with one last twinkle and a loud 'pop', the strangely dressed man vanished.
Envy turned and walked over to the bed were the two letters sat. He snatched up the first one, which read:
Wren Clare
Room second to last on the left
Dante's Manor
Central
With a snort he tossed it back onto the bed. The damn geezer was good he had to admit. Without hesitation he lifted up the second letter and read it.
Danny Clare
Under the Bed
Dante's Manor
Central
Envy blinked. Okay so the man was really good. He took the name right out of his head. Then with a quirk of his eyebrow he knelt down onto the floor and pulled back the sheet that draped over the side of the bed. And sure enough as the letter said, there was Wrath. Envy's features softened as he changed back to normal. Wrath stared at him with wide eyes, shaking slightly. With a grunt he pulled Wrath out of his hiding place and set him up onto the bed.
"You heard?" He asked, as he flopped down beside the child.
He only got a nod in response.
"What do you think?"
Wrath shrugged as his gaze fell onto the two sets of parchment. Envy was used to this by now. Something as simple as a shrug from the sighlent sin could mean a number of things. In this case he took it to be a 'why not?' shrug.
"We have three day's to wreak havoc on the unsuspecting citizens of Central before we leave then." Envy said sitting up with a smirk. "What do you say, we go and give the Elric brother's one last farewell before we take off?"
An inhuman grin spread across the boys' lips as his eyes danced with malice.
"Then it's settled." He said with a devilish grin of his own as he walked over to the window. With ease he pushed it open.
As if they were weightless the two sins landed soundlessly on the soft grass and raced towards the sleeping town.
Nobody involved with the homunculi new that Envy and Wrath had survived the warehouse incident. They had been thought to be dead now for a little over a year. Boy were they in for a surprise.
Dark-Kitty: WOO HOO :dances about excitedly: Reviews are loved! Flames are sent strait to Gluttony (You might get that last comment if you've read chapter 49 of the manga :shifty eyes:)) Have a cookie when your done!
EDIT: Thank you Rhel for helping me with all those evil little spelling errors that always seem to slip by. (grrr)
