Wow, you guys! I haven't written on this in FOREVER! And it shows in my writing.. Anyway, I wonder if I have any fans left? I won't blame anyone that gave up on waiting for a new chapter. So, I really should go back and rewrite the previous chapters, because there is going to be SO much difference in the writing, but... I'm too lazy XP Anyway, I hope you enjoy(would that be an appropriate word to use...?)the new chapter!

I walked through the hallways of our lair, a dead look to my face. My head hung low, my eyes stared blankly at the floor, not seeing the smooth tiles; not seeing anything. I walked by Pride, barely noticing when his blade tore through my chest, throwing me against the far wall. I pulled myself back to my feet, letting my blood color the floor red as I resumed my wandering. In the back of my mind, I noted with sick amusement that another hommunculi had joined the 'Let's Torture Wrath Game'.

I soon found myself in my secret place in the woods. I still went here some times, out of habit I guess, just to get away. It didn't matter any more how much time there was between the tortures, I always knew that there was another one coming. I slumped down against a large tree, my sore rear resting among the tree's roots, escaping the dirt because they have grown so big. I barely winced as the rough surface of the tree and roots brushed against my many wounds, probably reopening a lot of them.

My knees are pulled up to my chest, my head laying down on them so that I don't see him coming. I only lifted my head when I heard a branch break a few feet away from me. I looked up wearily, meeting eyes the same color as my own, though they held so much more emotion. My own dead ones continued to stare into his, silently fighting against what I've become. I wouldn't look away from him when he was the only one left to hurt me.

I silently waited as he stared at me, seeing what he was going to do, what new torture he would come up with, what new hell I hadn't been through yet. He silently knelt in front of me, and I flinched away silently, even though I didn't mean to. "Hey kid," he said quietly, causing me to jump.

It was weird, to hear something so soft when I was used to shouting. I was even more suspicious after that; I had no idea what to expect. I couldn't even imagine what he was going to do to me. He wasn't acting mean, but his nice-ness wasn't fake like Greed's. He wasn't telling me how worthless I was, like Lust always did. I was confused.

When I realized that I had zoned out at looked away, my eyes snapped back up to his. He was sitting cross-legged in front of me now, a weird look in his eyes. I thought that he was going to be like Greed then, but he didn't move any closer. It wasn't the same look that Greed gave me, though, it was different. It was just a look that I hadn't ever seen on anyone's face before.

"What did they do to you?" he asked me. I didn't answer; I didn't trust him. I was still convinced that he had joined the game, and that maybe waiting was part of the torture. Maybe he was just trying to make me feel safe again before he hurt me. He wanted me to talk, and I wouldn't let him win that battle. It was my choice, something I had given to myself. Being quiet was safe, like being away from my emotions.

He grabbed my bruised wrist, and I closed my eyes, sure that the torture was going to begin. He pulled me closer to him, but it was weird, I didn't feel any pain. I opened my eyes again. He was staring down at my wrist in his hand. What was he looking at? My bruises? Why? It wasn't anything new or different. Then I remembered; Envy hadn't been home when the torture started, he hadn't been home in months, he didn't know about the game.

His eyes went from my wrist, up my arm, and to the rest of my body. He could see everything, he wasn't stupid, he knew what happened when he saw all the cuts and bruises. The long cut across my chest that Pride had given me earlier, the stab wounds Lust had made, the bruises on my cheeks from when Dante got bored, the purple and black circles around my wrists, the other bruises that covered my hips, the edges of them that could be seen below my shorts. Greed's work. Envy saw everything, everything that I only realized then that I didn't want anyone to see. Yes, this was a new torture, this was my new hell.

"What did they do to you?" Envy asked again, and this time his voice was almost desperate. He glared at me. "Tell me!"

His punch didn't hurt, it was nothing compared to what the others did to me, but he still looked upset that he had lost his temper. I didn't understand why, though, a bruise wouldn't even show up from that. I looked up into his eyes again, and this time he looked almost.. Sad. Why?

I still don't know how it happened, why I did it, but I had somehow found myself into Envy's arms, my own around his waist, my face pressed into his stomach. I cried silently, my tears falling into his lap, but the emotions didn't reach me. I knew that I should feel sad, but I didn't. I felt empty; broken, I guess. Even though I didn't trust him, even though I knew nothing would get better, I felt safe.

Everything only got worse after that.

So, this short chapter was TOTALLY not worth the wait, but look you guys, I gave you that some-what happier-ish chapter I said I would! And there's more EnvyXWrath! Yaaaay! Go me! Now you know what would make me happy? Reviews. And fanart. Fanart would make for a VERY happy NL. Hint, Hint, Nudge, Nudge