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Chapter One - Sinner

He preached, He suffered, He bled and died,
Uplift 'twixt earth and skies;
In sinners' stead, He was crucified,
For sin, great sacrifice

An explosion rocked the entire asylum, waking each and every inmate. Guards immediately ran to the source of the blast, and discovered… nothing but a hole in a cell wall. Yells rang out as the guards tried to figure out what had happened.

"Whose cell was that?!"

"Kimbley and Elric!"

"Shit! They're Rank A Dangerous..! Find them! Now!"

A large group of armed guards ran through the halls, searching for the escapees among the rubble from the explosion.

Meanwhile, two figures crouched behind a large rock that was dislodged from the wall. The taller one, a dark-haired man, had a hand on the small blonde's head, whispering so quietly that the boy couldn't hear him, even if they were only a few centimetres apart. The boy stared at the man for a few moments, his golden eyes looking the man over silently. Could he be trusted? He assumed so. This man hadn't tried to hurt him yet…

Finally, the man raised his voice so he could be heard.

"Transmute you arm into a weapon… We need to get out of here, and those guards are in the way."

The boy nodded, and clapped his hands, sparks of blue energy flying wildly about the air, and his steel right arm twisted into a cruel blade. His eyes were dead and cold as he stood and walk towards a group of guards.

One of the men heard the mismatched sounds of the boy's feet on the stone floor, and turned, eyes widening at the sight of the blade hanging at the boy's side.

"It's Elric! Quick, sedate him!" the guard yelled, frantic to escape the reach of the deadly blade.

Three more guards ran over, one carrying a dart gun filled with tranquilizers. But, as soon as the got close, the boy lashed out, ripping through a guard, spilling a fountain of red into the cool air. Warm, red, sticky liquid sprayed forth, soaking the boy's dull grey shirt and pants, as well as his dirty blonde hair.

The other guards backed away in fear, blood staining their clothes and skin. The dart gun had fallen, forgotten to the stone floor, and the boy walked past it calmly.

He strode towards the small group, eye shining dully in the light. Blood drooled from his automail blade, dripping to the floor with a soft pitter-pat.

He made quick work of the remaining guards, and crouched down to examine the bodies. It was oddly beautiful to him… The way the blood swirled as it made its escape from the flesh… It looked so warm and sweet… in fact…

The boy reached down and dipped his fleshy fingertips into the pooling blood and drew them to his lips, lapping at the red liquid like a cat laps at milk. It was nice tasting… Metallic… Like the taste of Al, those many weeks ago…

It had been nearly a month since Al had died, and even so, the memory still burned as bright as the memory of the slaughter a few moments ago…

"...My Baby… Why did you leave me..?" he cooed softly, starting to smear the blood into the palm of his hand and bring it to his mouth to lick. "My little baby…"

Footsteps echoed behind the boy, and he turned, bloody face tilted upwards. The man stood behind him, smiling slightly.

"It's time to go now, Ed."

The boy nodded.