Yes, thank god for world of warcraft maintenance days! I can get on the computer to work on my fanfic for once! lol I've had this whole chapter planned out for weeks, I've had it planned out since I started the first chapter. The chapter is Ed's POV and stuff, sorry if he sounds brainwashed, cause he's supposed to be kinda like that I guess, since chimeras' aren't that smart...

My writing has gotten so much better! I can tell just from this chapter that it is. I'm really loving it now, I think it's from reading so many great fanfics and listening to music over and over again. I'll lay in my room for hours and listen to music, I really like Flyleaf and when I'm done uploading this chapter I'll probably go in my room and listen to them some more and get the next chapter ready in my head.

So enjoy, favorite and review. I'm always happy to look in my email's inbox and see 10 messages relating to this story. I'm glad to just have one review at the moment but I at least want 5, that's not to much to ask right?

lol, here I go on and on again, yeah I'm hyper when I don't sleep. So I shall stop and let you read the chapter, if you seriously read this whole thing you deserve a cookie *hands cookie to you*

Master

It's so dark here, cold and quiet. The only light is the blinking red light of the I.V connected to my left wrist, the only warmth from the thin blankets below me, the only sound is of my pained breathes. Sometimes if I'm lucky master will come down the hall, flicking on a light to illuminate outside my cell. He sometimes talks to me, telling me words that he wants me to repeat after him. Master will also ask me questions, like what my name is or his name, if I get them wrong I get kicked. My ribs are still sore from the last beating, sometimes when he's frustrated he'll come here and kick me until I howl in pain. Master always apologizes though and gently rubs a hand down my back, saying soothing words to me.

At least the painful transmutations are over and done with. Master tells me to forget everything about being human, just to focus on being his loyal dog. I've forgotten most of my past, my name, details of my life and familiar faces. There's one thing that won't leave my head even though I try and try to forget.

Sometimes in my sleep I see a suit of armor walking next to me, calling me 'big brother' and sometimes telling me to hurry up or we'll miss the next train. I can't remember the armor's name, only that it starts with an A…maybe someday I'll remember it but now my head is too fuzzy, sometimes simple thoughts give me a massive headache.

I also remember what I looked like before I was turned into this…this thing. I try so desperately to forget but it will never go away. I can clearly see the face of a teenage boy, golden eyes glowing as bright as his braided blond hair. I know that's my face, well my old face, and it hurts to think of what I look like now.

I look nothing like a human, my face as well as my body resemble that of a starved dog. Light brown fur covers my body instead of fair human skin, scars that have long since healed stand out through the thin fur. Long blond hair reaches from the top of my head down my neck to where it ends at the center of my abnormally thin back. My tail is also has the same blond hair hanging limply from it.

The only thing about my face that hasn't changed from my memories is the golden eyes. They still look human, well more human than the rest of my body. Sometimes I'll catch my reflection in the bowl of water that master leaves for me. At first panic will flow through me, who is this strange dog thing looking back at me. When I see the golden eyes though I remember who I am, or who I was.

Master calls me fifty six, but my collar is engraved with the name Ed. I can't remember my full name or last name, only the names Ed and fifty six float through my head.

Suddenly my thoughts are broken by the blinding white lights outside the bars of my cell. My tail waves across the dirty floor happily, master has come to see me. I hear his footsteps echo off the walls as he nears, the sound of keys clinking together the only other sounds. But oh glorious sounds, the light may be blinding me but its light and the dark has retreated to the corners of this hell.

Master's silhouette blocks some of the florescent light as he fumbles with his keys, finding the right one to open my cell door. Once he finds it he opens the door and walks in, stopping to kneel beside me.

"Master." I bark in a grated, morphed voice. But behind it I know he can hear the happiness, feel that I know I'm not forgotten in this dark place.

"Hello Fifty six." He says simply, lowering a hand to scratch behind my ears. I close my eyes and let my tail thump up and down in utter happiness. I can feel the concern and caring flow from his hand down to my body, I know master would never leave me alone in this place.

"How do you feel?" He asks, not stopping in his gentle strokes behind my ears. I open one eye to look over at him. Everything hurts, my bones and muscles hurt the most though, like every bone was broken then I was forced to run for hour upon hours.

"Hurts…" I whimper. Master lets out a sad sigh and gently runs his hand down my back; I know he can feel each of the delicate bones of my spine through the thin fur. His hand moves slowly down to my side, feeling my ribs, careful not to touch them to hard.

"I know and I'll make it better. Are you hungry or anything? You'll starve to death if you don't eat something." His hand moves back up to my head, continuing in his scratching behind my ears.

"No, hurts too much…" I whimper and lean against his knee slightly, looking up into his face with pained gold eyes. Again master sighs and with his other hand he feels around in his coat pocket. After a couple seconds he withdraws a syringe, filled halfway with morphine.

"I don't like giving you morphine, you could get addicted to it and that would make all this worse. I'll give it to you just this once, I can't stand those eyes." He smiles and gently lifts up my left paw, careful not to disturb the needle that is imbedded through my skin into one of my veins.

Ever so gently he pushes the needle into my front leg, pushing down on the plunger quickly. Master sets my arm back down on one of the blankets, still petting the back of my head with gentle hands. He slips his coat off and covers me with it; the warm jacket instantly makes my body temperature rise. It's not so cold now, it's not dark or silent anymore either. I know master has to leave eventually, but he'll check on me tomorrow and that empty feeling in my heart will become full again until he leaves.

"Sleep Fifty six, I'll be back tomorrow to see you, okay?" He asks, stroking his hand down my back slowly. I nod and let my head drop to rest on my paws. The right metal arm gets annoying at times but at least I have an arm there, it reminds me of my human self at times and makes me feel better.

My eyes slowly close, the light from the hallway glowing faintly from behind my eye lids. I wish that this would be my life from now on; being in the light with master gently petting me and telling me that he loves me. I love master too, even though I don't really tell him he seems to know.

I know he never means to hurt me, sometimes he forgets that I can feel pain and will kick me or cut me with a knife. As soon as he's done though he'll tell me how sorry he is, he'll stitch up my wounds and hold me in his arms, telling me how much he loves me and that he's so sorry.

These thoughts echo in my head like masters footsteps as he entered the hallway as I fall asleep. Even in my sleep I feel the comforting hand run through my mane of blond fur, gently untangling it with kind fingers.