Central was a busy place. Military Men were everywhere and security was extremely important but even all those fancy alarms, guards and alchemists had their flaws.
A tall thin man grinned darkly from his cell. Just his luck that the stupid guard who had check him last had stood by his door without looking at him. Stared the other way and practically begged for him to snatch the ring of keys he wore. A sign on his ass couldn't have been clearer.
But with every blessing there were consequences. Experience had taught this lone Prisoner that quite well. It was part of why he was locked in such a place. Thanks to that pathetic excuse of an Alchemist.
Full Metal Alchemist, my ass, the man sneered as he flipped through the keys before putting them away from view. He'd have to think of a way to test them when no one was watching him. When a guard would pass, he'd try one key at a time, he decided, taking the keys apart.
That Full Metal would pay for throwing him to such a place. Feeding him to the dogs. He should have understood! He should have understood his experiments. His contributes to science. It was to change the world! Improve it! Edward should have known. Should have let him be. Maybe even join! But feeding him to the military dogs was the ultimate betrayal and all it took to set off the madman even more than before. His determination backed up by pure insanity.
The Alchemist will pay. Pay as I did.
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It was high noon that the prisoner found his key and couldn't contain the rupture of madness that bubbled to the surface in pure glee. He laughed louder and louder until the guard tilted his head back, returning to investigate but as he reached the cell, the man was sitting on his bed with his back to the door still laughing. Laughing. Laughing.
"Oi, what's your problem?"
The burly guard growled, annoyed but received no response. Just laughs that turned to giggles of delight.
"I'm talking to you. Answer me!"
He snapped angrily, smacking the bars in a warning.
The prisoner leaned back and stared at the guard upside down with a few more rough laughs before relaxing his shoulders and fainting to the floor. When the guard panicked and reached for his keys, the man smiled, launching himself at the door during his confusion, key in hand.
As they crashed into the floor that madman laughed joyously, waving the key as he leaned in close.
"I can let myself out. Thanks."
With that, he gripped the key, point down and raised his arm out as the guard's eyes widened in fear. Before his strike, the man's face dropped into seriousness. A shadow crossing his features and the guard felt his heart give in. He was staring into the eyes of Death.
"Good bye."
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"Cause of death?"
"Bled to death. Multiple stab wounds and from the size wounds it was a small weapon too."
"But look at those cuts! How could he had died from that?!"
"Look how he dragged out the cuts though. They may not have been deep but they bled enough and that's aside from him gorging out his eyes and tong--"
"Okay! Okay! Enough! Just… cover him up already. Please."
Roy Mustang rubbed his hand down his face as he turned from the scene. His team stood around him, some still looking around while others turned with their leader. An escaped criminal and a dead body already.
"I want the building locked down. A description of the man all over the city. Everyone needs to be warned and aware."
He ordered swiftly as he cradled his chin, quickly going over any possible steps the man will be taking as to head him off. Fury nodded once and vanished to carry out his orders but Hawkeye stood beside him coolly.
"Edward needs to be informed as well."
She commented quickly and Roy nodded once.
"Right. Is he still in the building?"
"No, sir. He went out with Alphonse and Miss Rockwell. I'm sure they aren't far though. We'll dispatch someone to find them and bring them back."
"Thank you, Riza."
He sighed; looking back down at the body before closing his eyes and pushing open the door to get out. Riza was at his heel.
"Sir, may I ask something?"
"Sure."
She dropped her eyes to the side then look back at him.
"If that man was an Alchemist, why didn't he use that to escape? Why was he so…?"
"Barbaric?"
He finished, walking to his office. He sat down in his chair, tapping his fingers on the hard wood of his desk.
"I'm not really sure but Vince wasn't exactly sane when he was turned over to us. It could be that he lost his mind to the point where he isn't entirely away of what he's capable of. I don't know if that is something good or not."
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How easy! How unbearably easy it was to just slip out those doors, walk down that hall and… and… walk away!!! Walk away while wiping the blood from my face. It's just too funny. Very funny.
Vince walked down to streets of people and for anyone who looked at him; he appeared to be nothing but a very optimistic homeless man. Tattered, ripped jeans caked with mud and grass stains, a white button shirt that would have been neat had it been buttoned correctly without the holes and crumpled collar. His knee length black jacket was the only thing that didn't have any holes though it was just has dirty as the rest of him. He smiled to himself that no one could see the blood on his black coat. It only appeared to be an annoying stain to them!
The madman wasn't just on the streets for his own pleasure, no. He was there chasing after his capture. Edward Elric. He had just been leaving the building when his luck re-appeared his he spotted the top of the boys golden head bobbing out the main gate. Lady Luck was definitely being generous today.
The streets were the best place to hide. Staying a good few paces behind, he was easily about to follow their group. His brother wasn't exactly a blending type of person with his tall metal armor. But the one he was most curious about was the girl. Golden like the boy. Her eyes fawning after him at every glance. Vince practically gagged every time. Young love was just so sickening! But it was always so perfect. Love was a weakness. Love was a trap. This girl would be his next key and he smiled a toothy grin at his cleverness as a plan sprouted in his chaotic mind.
When the others shopped, Edward hung back and Vince stayed with him. Unknowingly, of course. Just at the corner. Close by. It was a thrill to know that he could have killed him within moments but chose not to. To draw it out. There was no fun in a quick death.
They traveled around, buying talking. After the army dogs marched though, they had an argument. 'Even better…' he sneered, licking his lips with anticipation. The fight would back it even juicier. Ed walked away and he moved in for his chance. It wasn't long that the other walked away as well. Leaving her unarmed and vulnerable.
Absolutely. Bloody. Perfect.
A slip of his arms and he had her in his grasp and mouth at her ear as he could practically hear her heart sped up in a frantic pulse, imagining her lovely blue eyes wide in fear.
"Scream… and I'll kill you where you stand..."
