Slowly, Ed managed to pry his eyes open. He felt nauseous, and he had the iron-like taste of blood in his mouth. Trying to get rid of the white orbs that cluttered his vision, he blinked repeatedly. The room he woke up in had an unfamiliar bodily odor. Like old sweat, motor oil and something else. Aftershave perhaps. His head throbbed, and he could not remember what happened. He realized that he laid on a bed and that it was covered by a heavy quilt. A small yelp unvoluntary left his throat when he tried to sit up. Startled, he realized he could not get in contact with his automail arm, simply because it was not there.

"W-what?" he exhaled, grabbing at his empty port. That was when he heard the faintly familiar voice.

"Ah, so you are finally awake.ยป

Ed's golden eyes widened when the bearded man from before came into his line of sight. He ravaged over the bed, towering over him. The fading smile had now distorted into a disturbing vicious grin. Hunger, Ed thought, as his head and body finally started to cooperate. He rolled over to the end of the bed, but his attacker quickly hurled himself at him. Ed's movements were awkward with the lacking of weight on his right side and the man that was so much bigger than him. He easily got a hold of him, pinning his flesh arm against the bedframe. Before Ed could even react to what was happening, the man's right hand was tucked inside Ed's pants. Ed gasped, as the intruding hand violently massaged his crotch on the outside of his underwear.

"N-no, please don't, please don't..." Ed pleaded, absolutely petrified.

The man answered his plead by removing his hand from his pants, only to smack the side of his face so hard that his ear started ringing. Ed went into a fight or flight mode and managed to free his automail leg from underneath his oversized attacker. As hard as he could muster, he kicked the man in the stomach, sending the heavy body off the bed. Ed was quickly on his feet, jumping over the bed and running towards the door.

Unfortunately, the kick did not immobilize his attacker for long. He was surprisingly swift for such a large man and got a hold of Ed's wrist. The strong grasp jolted Ed back forcefully, and he was lifted off the ground. Something cracked loudly inside his arm, and Ed whimpered and bit his teeth together to prevent himself from crying out in pain. He could bearly gather the strength for another kick, aiming between the legs of the man. Cedric easily avoided it, grabbing his leg and tossing the young man back on the bed.

Crouching over him, Cedric lifted Ed's pant leg. "Automail leg too, huh? You must have some past time activities. Guess I gotta be more careful then, aye?" He placed both his knees on Ed's legs, pinching them down to prevent Ed from kicking him again. His injured arm was quickly drawn back into the violent grip against the wall. Ed cried out in pain from the added pressure of his newly broken hand. He was quickly shut up by a sharp jab at his jaw. Cedric proceeded to open the drawer at his bedstand, fetching out another bandana and a short rope with his spare hand.

While he was still dazed from the jab, Ed was gagged by the bandana and his demolished hand got tied to the bed frame. Ed could barely comprehend the ripping sound, as the buttons of his shirt were torn from the fabric and revealing his bare chest. Rough hands traced Ed's many scars. Trailing the evidence of all Ed's past failures. He could just as well have been reading Ed's journal.

"You've been through some shit, haven't you kid? I do like 'em feisty, but you're something else Goldilocks," he laughed, as he pulled Ed's long ponytail, forcing Ed's head into an awkward position. Sniffing at the teen's hair, he took deep breaths to fully take in the sensation of the blondes long hair. He forcefully ripped the hair tie out, letting Ed's hair spread out, covering parts of his face.

Ed was in shock. The man was fully in control of his body, and all he could do was to lay there. He couldn't move a single limb. Nausea dwelled in his throat as he felt the man grinding at his thigh while leaning down towards him. He got too close to Ed's face, and he could smell traces of cigarettes and alcohol on the man's breath. All Ed wanted to do was look away, but he was not going to show how scared he was. He was not going to give this man the satisfaction of seeing the terror on his face. Instead, he glared him straight in the eyes and spat.

The man sat back up, wiping his face with his hand, a malicious smile plastered on his face. "You can fight all you want, Goldie. You're only making it worse for yourself," he sneered and proceeded to unbuckle his belt.

'This isn't happening, I'm not here. This isn't happening, I'm not here,' the mantra repeated inside Ed's mind as he closed his eye's tightly. He didn't want to see this, and he could hear the belt slide out of his attackers pants.

"Breda is buying the next round!" Havoc happily declared as the unsteady man came waltzing back into the bar.

"What'ya talkin' bout?" he burped while picking up an unattended pitcher of beer from one of the neighboring tables.

"We said the first one to go pee..." Havoc reminded him, Breda shaking his head and proceeded to fill Havoc's beer with his stolen goods.

Roy shrugged as he turned around to face Riza Hawkeye, sitting across the table from him. Her maroon-colored eyes where shining in the dim light in the bar, while she was nipping at her second or third glass for red wine. Roy was still on his first glass of whiskey. "What a great sample of healthy, stand-up guys we've got here. I'm truly proud to be their commanding officer."

Riza smirked, resting the side of her face in her palm as she listened intently to the music from the stage behind the bar. She glanced over to the table beside theirs, as Breda started to drink directly from the pitcher, while Furey seemingly gave a speech about germs. Falman and Havoc looked as if they were arguing about something. She loved their team, but something interrupted her train of thought. "Roy, have you seen Edward?"

Roy turned his head, peering through the room. "No, I haven't seen him since he went to the bathroom. Hey, Breda! Did you see Fullmetal?" he raised his voice.

"Yeah, he's talking to his mechanic!"

Roy looked at Breda in confusion. "His mechanic? On the phone?" he added.

"Nah, in front of the toilet!" Breda explained, sitting his robust body heavily down at the bench next to his commanding officer. He pointed towards the entry and Roy followed with his gaze.

"Miss Winry is here?" Riza joined in the conversation. She couldn't help but feel uneasy by Breda's clearly flawed clarification of what their youngest team member was doing the last time he saw him.

"Didn't look like a 'miss' to me."

The feeling of being whipped repeatedly by the buckled side of a folded belt was almost welcomed considering the alternative at this point. Prickles of blood were slowly streaming down Ed's chest, as the pin of the buckle punctured his skin. His attacker almost blinded him at one point, hitting him in the eye. Ed's body tensed in pain every time the belt hit his flesh, and he frantically tried to release his aching hand from the tight knot, feeling it loosen slightly.

The beating ceased, and Ed got scared he was found out. His attacker was out of breath, his sweat dripping down and blending with the blood-trails on Ed's chest. A toothy grin appeared on the man's face, as he unbuttoned his bulging pants.

Panicked, Ed tried to the best of his abilities to throw the man off, arching his back and letting out muffled yelps. His struggling seemed to tire the sweaty man.

"Just give up already!" He proceeded to punch Ed several times into his completely unprotected face. Soon enough, stars twinkled in front of his eyes. If there was nothing he could do anyway, he would welcome unconsciousness to take him away from this and that was just what he eventually did.

"Wait, no, no, no. It wasn't that skinny girl. T'was... his other mechanic. Some guy."

"Who are you talking about? There is no guy !" Mustang countered, clearly annoyed at his intoxicated subordinate.

"I'm gonna go check it out." Havoc stated, and got up from their table. Roy and Riza looked at eachother and then, to the drunk man in front of them.

"This seems off to me," Riza mumbled, crossing her arms with an iffy look on her face.

Roy raised his shoulders, "It's probably just a mechanic who took notice of his automail. It happens all the time." Riza still was unsure.

"Hey, Breda. You sure they were standing right out there?" Havoc asked, walking back into the room. Breda didn't seem happy about the distrust.

"Yeah, right there! Eddy and a big, scruffy looking guy," he got up, suddenly sobering up a little. He marched out of the bar, with the others right at his heels. Once they were standing at the entry, Breda pointed to where Ed and the stranger was talking a while ago. "Right there!"

"They certainly aren't anymore," Havoc said in a patronizing tone.

"I can see that!" Breda snapped back, while Riza seemed to examine the area.

"Do you remember what the man looked like?" Roy asked calmly, trying to defuse the situation. Breda racked his brain for an answer. He hadn't really dwelled too much on the apparence of the man.

"He was a big guy. Dark hair. A beard- I think," he added, rubbing at his head.

"If someone took him, they might be renting a room at the Inn," Roy said reluctantly. "We should ask in the reception if someone matching Breda's description has checked in. I want Falman and Riza to look outside, Havoc, you're coming with me, and Fuery... call Breda a cab."

His men emidietly started working, and Roy wished they were wearing their uniforms again.

A loud slam jolted Ed awake. The door had burst open. The unexpected noise made Ed pull his arm back, and he felt his restraint give in. The pure adrenaline drowned out the pain in his wrist and he was able to jerk his gag off. Screaming at the top of his lungs, he flailed blindly at his attacker, being able to land a few distraught punches as the pressure of his chest disappeared, and the man was dragged off of him.

Suddenly, the world stopped turning. Ed felt like his ears were filled with water. A mixture of panic, anxiety, and shame hit Ed like a brick wall. The "fight or flight" instinct landed on flight. Before he knew what he was doing, he jumped to the floor, holding his pants with his injured hand. Some muffled voices were talking to him, but he couldn't stay in that room, not while that vile man was still there. Someone reached out at him.

"Get the fuck away from me!" he yelled and managed to pull away from whoever was trying to catch him. He had to get out of there. He bolted through the hole in the wall, where the door had just been knocked down by the use of fire alchemy. Continuing down the stairs and disappeared out of the Inn.

Another update will come soon!