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Chapter 2: The Killer and the Prey
Edward Elric was killed on October third, along with his mother. In a metaphorical sense, of course. The long-haired, amber eyed boy who would have never dreamed of violence was destroyed as instinct suddenly vacated his body. As his father - no - the killer approached him, Edward - better yet - the prey, suddenly found himself compassionate with an urge to turn the human before him into a bubbling bloody mess; innards splashed around the room. Edward stopped thinking of the man as his father. For the father he'd shared so many laughs with and despite their differences now, had helped raise Ed from a young age couldn't have to power to rip Ed's soul into fractions with each step he took toward him. His kind(yet, confused) always present in soul(yet, always absent in being) and loving(unlike the hatred Ed felt emanating from both his father and himself now, by way of this encounter) father, for chrissakes suddenly seemed to domimate Ed's world as the one person he loved above all else lay bloodily and lifeless at his backside. Ed didn't understand how someone so important could just be taken away from him without any warning or consent.
The killer attacked Ed suddenly. He was intent on not leaving any witnesses no matter how cute this one was.
Hohenheim looked out of the window on a train heading in the complete opposite direction of his home. He wondered what Trisha was doing now.
The blade was pressed firmly into Ed's wet neck as he struggled and rolled around on the ground under the smothering hand. Ed withdrew shampoo from his soaking hair and drove it into the killer's eyes.
Was she thinking about him? Was she doing okay? Hohenheim let his mind drift to happier, much simpler days when he wouldn't dream of leaving his beloved Trisha's side.
The killer clawed at his eyes as they teared up, trying to rid themselves of the foreign matter. Ed took this moment to attempt to scramble out from beneath the man's unbelievable weight, kicking and punching as he saw fit.
How were the boys? Did they miss their old man?
With a flash of red light, the killer's eyesight was restored and Ed stopping bucking. What the-? He saw white as his head reared sharply to the side. The killer slapped him again. He really loved slapping people...
Hoheinheim reached in his pocket for his cellphone. Maybe I should call...
Ed brought his hands up defensively and blocked the next slap, earning himself a punch in the stomach. He 'oomphed' as the wind was knocked out of his lungs and 'nghed' as he was slapped again. Much harder. Edward knew just how easily he could be killed right now. Why was the killer playing around with him? Would he let him live? He didn't realize that the killer was giving Ed numerous oppurtunties to try to gain the upper hand. The killer was in fact, thirsting for a challenge...
He started to dial the number...
Ed wretched the knife free by what he believed was sheer luck and slashed blindly. A scream filled the air as the killer's arm gashed open, pouring blood onto Ed like a waterfall. Ed scrambled free as the killer rolled off of him, clutching his bleeding arm in excruciating pain. He held the knife towards the older man as he backed away. "S-Stay over there or I'll k-kill you!" he threatened, cursing the stutter in his voice. His towel had long since fallen away leaving him bare but in this situation, Ed couldn't care less.
Thinking he had gained the upper hand, Ed started to make his way towards the corner where the house phone was. He was suddenly cut short as the screams that had been reverberating through the house from the killer turned into maniacal laughter. Red lighting lit up the killer's arm and sewed up the gash with nothing more than air and leaving no trace of the cut that would have needed stitches behind; the now-drying blood being the only clue. Ed's knees buckled out from under him. "Who the hell are you?!"
The laughter receded into chuckles. "My dear son-" the impostor turned to him with welcome arms and a grin.
"Don't you give me any of that shit!" Ed waved his extended arm outward as if banishing the lies. "You're not my father! He couldn't do... He couldn't do that!"
The impostor wearing his father's identity's grin slowly receded, leaving a smirk in it's place. He withdrew his welcoming arms, choosing instead to place his left hand haphazardly on his hip. "Guess the jig's up, huh, Eddie-boy?" Ed froze. The man who looked identical to his father and had been using his exact voice mere seconds ago took on a somewhat feminine and throaty tone instead. "And I was soo hoping we could play some more..." the intruder cooed as he licked some of his own stray blood off of his wrist. Envy could hear sirens in the distance. "But I guess I have to kill you now."
Ed stood mesmerized as the killer/impostor/intruder suddenly charged forward and sliced his left arm clean off of his body.
Maybe another time, mused Hohenheim, snapping his cellphone shut. After all, it's not like they were going anywhere... Trisha promised she'd wait for him.
