"Sin," she says quietly. "Now tell us what made you do that?" I looked up at her holding her cheek, which was now red from blood. I glare at her with my eyes half-closed. Suddenly there's a flash of light and the cut I left on her face is gone. I force myself to open my eyes and look around for the first time. Its dark but in the back corner a pair of red eyes staring at me. I shiver and look away. The rope burn on my wrists hits me and I wince.
"Are you gonna tell us or not?" someone says holding my chin, forcing me to look at them. I gasp. Purple eyes. When I was five, my grandpa use to tell me stories about eyes. What every color meant. How you could know someone's life if you just looked into their eyes. He use to tell me how when he had encountered people in the Ishbal war, he read their eyes.
"Gramps? How did you do it? How could you see their lives?" I would ask him every night just to hear him say it. I'd sit up in bed and starting jumping up and down. He'd laugh at me and say, "Because I'm an alchemist, dear Becca!" I'd laugh and give him a hug. He studied mind alchemy. He was a state alchemist too. I didn't know much about any of that. It was so long ago.
Getting back to reality or what I believe is reality, I realize I'm not tied to anything anymore. Looking around the room for a weapon, I hear shrill screaming from far away. I snap my head up and tried to listen more closely. Down the hall, fourth door on the left. Then I faintly could make out some words. "Who are you calling so small you can compare me to a bean?" I laugh at that because I used to have a friend who got angry when we called him short. "Well I guess we should be polite and introduce ourselves." The one who called me Sin said. "I'm Lust," she said gesturing to herself. She had jet-black hair and wore a long black dress. She would be pretty if she didn't have that evil glint in her eye. "This is Envy," pointing to the one standing beside her with his hand resting on his hip. He had hair that looked slightly green. Wearing a mini-skirt and a tube top any normal person would assume he was a she. I could tell by the evil smirk he wore that that was no she. "That's Gluttony over there," gesturing to the pair of red eyes in the corner. I didn't even look. "Others of us our scattered but you'll meet us all some day." She walked up to me and pulled me up. Leaning down a little to look in my eyes she smirked, "And now my dear, you our one of us too."