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Black. That is all that was seen. The only way to see where you were going was the shining moon above him. He was hidden in the shadows of an ally, waiting. Clad in black, only his dull gold eyes could be seen.

He waited and waited, until footsteps could be heard. Peeking, he saw a woman walking quickly, most likely heading home. It was too bad she would never go home again. In a flash of bright light he summoned a long metal scythe. It was pure black, like coal. The cold metal was decorated with the same mark as himself. The mark of the Homunculi. In a flash the woman was on the ground, crying for help, as he help the sharp end to her throat, her horrified expression was reflected on the shining metal. Pride stop! He flinched as the voice boomed in his head. This was the one thing he knew how to do! Why couldn't he understand? No! Too late! She die! His voice yelled back. When no other response was given he pressed the scythe down, slitting her throat. Blood was every where, and his once shining blade, was now covered in it. He held the blade to his lips and licked the blood off. Pride…. Pride stopped licking the blood at the sound of his only friend's sad voice. He knew what he was doing was wrong, knew he was killing innocent people.

….Sorry. He told him. There was no answer, but he already knew what he was going to say. It is too late to be sorry. Pride slowly repaired the damage to the woman, making her look more peaceful, before picking her up and rapping her with his black coat. He went to the cemetery and found a spot to dig a grave, afterwards placing her in it.

Later that night, Pride and the voice argued for hours.

Pride, you are better than the others. Why must you kill!

It my meaning. What I am. I monster, must kill!

Pride, you are no monster! None of you are monsters. Your people, you just haven't found your humanity!

I want be human! Want be normal! Why don't help!

I do help Pride. I tell you what's right and what is wrong.

No! You don't.

They argued much longer until Pride got up and left the room. He was angry. He wanted to get away from the voice, but it was forever there, following him. He was so deep in thought that he didn't notice Envy, until he was pounded into the wall.

"Hey Chibi-san! Why so down!" Pride couldn't answer because Envy's hand was blocking his wind pipe.

"Oh wait," Envy said with false sympathy, "Your too dumb to talk! I want you to yell, scream and cry! Now!" Envy was full of rage, and ready to kill. Envy loosened his grip enough for Pride to speak, wanting to hear him. "What's wrong shorty!" Pride didn't know what Envy wanted him to do, he just stood there waiting to be released. Envy slowly calmed down and released Pride. "Damnit! Why can't you be the same!" Envy yelled before marching off. Why he does that! Why! he angrily asked. I can't tell you, not yet. Pride nodded, before getting up and going to his room. He would find out soon, he could tell.

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