Ed walked into Mustang's office.
"You wanted me?" He asked as if he didn't know why.
"Yeah, there's a serial killer on the loose. He's killed at least five people in the last three days." Mustang told him. Seven actually, Ed thought.
"Bastard." Ed growled and walked over to what they were working on. Of course they were working on catching him, but it was troublesome.
"This guy doesn't leave any DNA behind or anything. Not a hair, not a fingerprint, no nothing." Havoc said. Clever, Ed, Al thought.
"He must be skilled." Ed commented. Don't be conceited, brother.
"Or just lucky." Al added.
"Whatever it is, we'll catch him so enough." Breda said confidently. I wish you luck, morons, Ed thought. It was like a challenge to him. Ed was glad he was chosen for this case, he knew exactly what they were going to do and when. This ensured he wouldn't be caught anytime soon.
That night Ed slept soundly as usual and Al watched him sleep. Ed really needed help. He couldn't control himself when he went out killing. Al had seen him laugh after slaughtering someone, he even went so far as the lick the blood off his hand. Ed was one fucking nut job. He thought about the other night when he'd followed Ed. He silently followed him to an apartment building that was barely even in use. Only two people lived there. He had unlocked the place with ease and crept upstairs to the bedroom. Ed stood by the bed for a moment before smirking and put his hands together, he pressed them on the ground. A spike suddenly came from the ceiling, splitting the person's head in half. Blood splatted Ed and he chuckled quietly. He then left them and headed downstairs to the other one. They were already awakened from the sound of the spike. They stood in there kitchen, fearfully looking at Ed.
"Who are you?" They had asked.
"I'm the person here to murder you." Ed had replied calmly. They screamed as Ed walked up to them. He slammed them into the wall and pulled a blade from his pocket. He slit their throat quickly and watched them bleed onto him, the floor, and the wall until they died. Ed continued to lick the blood off his hand and laugh. He then left with no effort to clean up him mess. He was even covered with blood and made no effort to clean himself off.
Ed woke up before Al had noticed. He was feeling...giddy and lucky that day. Also, a strong blood lust as well. Ed quickly got up and grabbed his jacket. He started to leave when he heard his name called.
"Ed!" Al called from behind him.
"Yeah?" Ed turned to him.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Out." Ed said quickly and started to leave the hotel. Al followed him loudly.
"You're not doing that are you?" he asked nervously.
"It's the perfect time. Barely anyone is awake." Ed said maliciously. Al was hurt badly.
"Don't." He begged.
"Al, you don't want me to kill anyone here, do you?" Ed sounded as if he was threatening him.
"What?"
"Sorry, but I'm not in the mood for negotiating. I'm going to quench my thirst." Ed growled. Al stopped, stunned, and let his brother leave. He knew Ed had a bloodied blade in his pocket. It saddened him.
