Behind Closed Doors

Summary: Children have been disappearing all of Central City for the past few months. When Roy is put on the case, his worst nightmare becomes a reality he'd rather not live... especially when Edward disappears. (Parental Relationship)

Warnings: Torture, pain, possibly gruesome descriptions and lots of angst… oh and slight possibility of Male x Male implications

Authors Note: Ok seeing as Chapter one was such a hit with you guys I'm updating early, here's Chapter two for you. Enjoy!


Ch2; Of Fatal Ignorance…

Edward was bored. This entire place was just so… so… Boring! Even the weather agreed with him. It also gave him the chills, he swore someone was watching him but try as he might, he couldn't spot anyone around. He closed his eyes, hoping his imagination could entertain him somewhat but it seemed even his imagination was out of luck.

A cool breeze whispered past his face carrying with it the smell of rain. He opened his eyes and looked around judging the skies. Yeah it'll rain soon. Bleh, trust the clues to lead to a bar in which he could not enter due to his 'current' age. He was convinced the Colonel Bastard had just set this up to tease him about his height. He wouldn't put it past the guy. It wasn't like he had a choice about the age he'd come back as, although he should've guessed as much considering Alphonse's predicament when the Gate had thrust him back in a ten year old body. But then why did Alphonse get to be 17 now aswell? Biologically and mentally that was his age, so why couldn't Edward be his rightful age of 19? Gah! Who knew why the Gate did these things anyway? Curse it!

He sighed; boredom struck again and this time, becoming desperate for his mind to do something, his eyes settled on the lawn in front of him; and being the child genius that he is… he began to count the grass blades.

'One, two, three, four…' Several numberless minutes passed before he heard the familiar footsteps of Riza and Mustang moving toward the door. Finally! Now he had someone to take his boredom out on.


"Could you be any longer?" The familiar voice of his 'favourite' subordinate penetrated the victorious mood with a blade of sarcasm and annoyance. Roy's eyebrow twitched. He stopped in his tracks to address the owner of the voice while Riza walked on ahead leaving the two to their bickering. Roy looked down with a scowl as the other sighed "I was getting bored of counting grass blades for the sixth time." Roy rolled his eyes.

"Interrogations aren't easy FullMetal, especially with these types of guys." he replied, defending himself against the boy's criticism. Edward looked up from his leant position against one of the porch beams that encircled the run down bar house.

"Really? I thought Derry was a softie." He pushed off the beam and made to follow Riza back to the car waiting for them. As predicted by the youngest Alchemist; Roy inwardly fumed.

"You know him?" He asked through gritted teeth. Edward turned at the question with a nonchalant look on his face.

"No, but by the looks of him I'm sure I could take him. You seemed to have trouble though…" The young blond trailed off as he scooted into the car. Roy steamed at the ears as he followed.

"Why you little…" Usually Roy could keep his cool under any circumstance, but with Edward… well Edward was just a big exception to most rules so why not this one too?

Crash! Flash!

"Little?!"

And the heavens opened…


The car pulled up quietly outside the rundown shack that was apparently a house. The sound of several car doors slamming shut rang loudly throughout the godforsaken district. Roy looked at it in disdain as he stepped forward; Edward sighed at his CO's vanity as he followed closely but suddenly paused.

There it was again; that feeling of someone watching him only it was stronger now, more intense. He stayed like that for a full 30 seconds as the rain continued to drench them. Roy sighed;

"Ed…?" The frown on the boy's brow made him stop. Edward was sensing danger. His eyes focussed on the house; his gaze sharp and his stance unconsciously defensive. Roy had seen that defensive move too many times to ignore it and nine times out of ten the boy had been right. Roy strained his eyes as he peered up at the house. Riza unsheathed her gun and checked to make sure she was loaded before switching the safety lock off.

Edward's eyes suddenly narrowed. He could feel something sinister in the air. He didn't know how, he just knew.

"Something's not right." He said quietly. Roy narrowed his eyes and nodded; making the decision to investigate further.

"FullMetal, Hawkeye, round the back. Wait for my signal." Ed gave a grunt as Riza nodded before both took off racing down the street and round the corner to the back alleys. Roy watched them go for a second, a sudden churning turning his stomach as he watched Edward's blonde head disappear round the corner. He cursed twice before turning his attention back on the innocent looking house before him. He scowled before jumping the gate and creeping cautiously to the front door. He began to count the seconds until he was sure Edward and Riza were in place.


"Lavender, make sure he finds the tunnel. I'll deal with our guests." The young girl gave an emotionless nod before quietly disappearing into the shadows of the shack. Crimson eyes narrowed at the man and woman stood on either side of the boy as the trio surveyed the house before splitting up; the man staying put eyeing the house warily. The boy was good; he could sense her presence and dark intentions with just a glance in her direction. She couldn't wait to have him join her family.

Now all she had to do was get rid of the 'mother' and 'father'…


Edward raced ahead, feeling an ominous gravity about the entire operation. He knew he was leaving Riza behind but at that moment he didn't rightly care. He turned a corner leading to the alleyway that ran along the back of the houses. The turn was sharp and he was out of Riza's sight for a moment. That was when he saw her.

Deep purple eyes set delicately on a white porcelain face, framed by short black sleek hair. She looked like a princess from another world in the haze of the rain. She glanced up then and looked him straight in the eye for a split second before disappearing into the garden of the house he was targeting. He sped up, determined to find out who she was.

Riza followed obediently but Edward was far too fast for her to keep up with so she settled for just trying to keep him in sight until he slowed or stopped. She hadn't seen the girl or any other signs of life, so it was safe for her to assume Edward would be ok if he left her sight for a split second. The alley way blurred past her in a swirl of raindrops and mist as she kept her focus on the blonde boy ahead… that is until he turned sharply into the garden. She followed seconds later only to find him crouching down behind an old wooden shed to the left.

She moved over quietly so as not to alert anyone inside that they were on the property. He finally looked up, his golden eyes flashing for a split second before he realised who she was. He quickly scanned the house for signs of life before motioning her closer and pointing down to his discovery. A small trap door was embedded in the grass. The handle was worn so it was obviously still in use. Could this be a lead? The boy gave more signals; he was going in, she was to carry on. She gave a nod. He was, after all, a Superior Officer to her with her rank of Lieutenant and his being a Major.

She stood from her crouch and turned back to the house. All was quiet; in fact it was so quiet it was clichéd. She moved to the back door and quickly glanced back at the shed, only to watch as Edward disappeared into the ground. Her best wishes went with him as she prayed that wherever the trap door lead to was safe enough that he'd be alive when she next saw him.

A soft thud sounded from inside the house. Sensing trouble she quickly flattened herself against the wet wooden wall. With a practiced click, she switched the safety catch off and brought her gun up in a textbook perfect stance, levelling the butt of it with her eye. Her eyes narrowed to keep the rain from hindering her view. She hoped that all three of them would see each other alive after this.

But she'd been in the business long enough to know that Fate played a cruel game.


Edward dropped down into the hidden hole with a muddy splash, his senses on high alert. It was dark and a little damp. Hn; he'd bet anything that Roy would have trouble fitting down there but it was a manageable size for him to deal with given his reluctant height. His eyes began to adjust slowly to the lack of light; there was a tunnel before him. He followed the passage as it turned toward the house while feeling wary of what he might find. Damn it was dark.

"Mmph…" He froze. Body tensed for action, ears ever attentive to the sounds coming from ahead. Someone or something was down here with him. He cautiously continued, confident that if he couldn't see anything then the other guy couldn't either. He shook his red coat off to be safe anyway allowing his dark clothes to conceal him within the shadows all the more. More muffled sounds followed the first and he soon recognised the noises. They were people; gagged people.

His heart skipped a beat; he'd found them. He'd found the kids. He pulled out his radio and quickly found Riza's channel. He gave it two strong bursts of static before she responded likewise; it was safe to speak.

"I found the kids; they're underground all chained up." He spoke quietly so as not to give her position away. A crackle sounded, then;

"Good, keep them down there until I tell you it's safe to come up. The Colonel's sensing a strong force inside, things could get ugly." He rogered her quietly then put his radio back. He glanced around then, trying to see the room with the limited light. As his eyes adjusted to the lack of light in the cavern he could see a whole group of kids aged around nine to seventeen years. Each kid was shackled to the wall of the underground prison with a gag wrapped firmly around his or her mouth. They were squirming, moaning; trying to communicate… trying to warn him.

It was then that he realised it wasn't his eyes getting used to the dark; it was the dark getting lighter. He watched the shadows as they slowly receded, forced back by a soft yellow glow that was coming from behind him. His heart was pounding; he could hear his blood rushing in his ears, his breath becoming shallow. Slowly he turned, knowing full well he'd been caught. It was the girl from before; the lavender eyed princess who'd practically beckoned him to her lair. She stood with a candle in her hand, staring at him with a blank face but curious eyes.

"You will come with me." It wasn't a question, but then Edward wasn't very open to orders either. He frowned in defiance.

"Like hell I will." The girl gave no outward response. This one was a weird one.

"You will obey my command or you will be forced to obey. There is no need for unnecessary violence." She stated calmly while slowly advancing on the golden haired boy. Edwards's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Hn, your definition and my definition differs then. I'd say that when a hostile opponent tries to approach me I'm entitled to defend myself. I'd call that necessary violence, wouldn't you?" He sank into a comfortable battle ready stance and clapped his hands together. Sparks of Alchemic energy lit up the cavern, dancing around on his fingertips where he held the energy ready. The girl's step faltered.

"Please do not force me to harm you. I have no ill will toward you." Anger boiled up inside at those words. How could she say such things when she'd obviously helped to kidnap several hundred children for no apparent reason?

"You expect me to believe you when I see kidnapped children chained to the walls of this underground dungeon? How do you expect me to believe that?" He asked, still unsure on where to throw his energy and what to transmute the decided material to. His hesitation didn't go unnoticed.

"I admit, it may be difficult for you to believe me given the circumstances as they stand. I cannot fault your logic or reaction. But I have my orders as I'm sure you have yours. You will understand if I am forced to use whatever means to fulfil my orders." This girl must be insane. But he'd underestimated stranger people and had paid for it dearly too; he still had the scars to prove it.

"What are you talk-ACK!" White hot pain suddenly took him hostage as a sudden darkness tunnelled his vision. His body gave out completely beneath him, crumpling down in a messy heap of splayed limbs that felt like jelly.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk Eric-kun, Mama doesn't want her kids fighting now." That voice was new. Someone else was down here too? That explained the sudden attack from behind. Wait a minute; did she just call him Eric? Before he could ponder more on that thought, a pair of strong hands found his shoulders and began dragging him to the far wall where some spare shackle braces laid waiting for their victims. In seconds his wrists were effectively restrained, not that his brain was completely functioning to notice.

The new addition walked up to him slowly before kneeling down in front of him. Red eyes found his lidded golden ones as he tried to stay conscious. She reached up to his cheek and caressed it gently while apologising.

"I'm sorry Eric-kuns, but you've been a naughty boy. Don't worry, Mama's not mad." What was this nonsense the woman was spewing out? Eric-kun? Mama? Damn his head! He obviously wasn't thinking straight…

Her hand reached up past his cheek and found his red hair tie with her delicate digits. With a gentle pull she released his golden strands before smiling adoringly. A sharp pain made itself known as his hair fell freely about his face. "We don't need this." She said as she tossed the hair tie behind her somewhere before brushing her fingers deep into his hair, invading his personal space with a confidence that one would only expect from a close friend or family member. The pain intensified tenfold, he couldn't suppress the whimper that followed. "Your hair is much prettier when it's down."

His eyes closed against his will as a rush of nausea left him feeling light and a little green. The room was spinning, he was sure of it. And the last thing he heard was the hushed voice of the mad woman knelt before him, cooing to him, caressing his face...

"That's it dear, go to sleep. Mama will be here when you wake up…"

'Roy… where are you?'