Disclaimer: I do not own FMA, but I do own this story

A/N: None of this was checked by my beta because she took to long and I have no patience. So if there are mistakes - which I'm sure there are many - I am sorry DX

Happy Twilight Day!

Edward ignored the Sin's angry remark and walked over to the bed in the far back of his cell.

It was barely enough to be called a bed. The mattress was so thin, he figured that it was only stuffed with hard straw. It felt like it, too, as he went to lie down on it. It made a crunchy sound, and the fact that there was no cover on it made it have this disgusting feeling. Who knows what was last laying on this pathetic attempt at comfortable sleeping furniture. There was no pillow, either, so he used his flesh arm as one, along with the light coat he still had on.

'It would have to do, for now,' Ed thought with a silent sigh. Later, when someone - maybe Greta or one of her henchmen - came back to check on them, he would ask for a pillow. Not wanting to sleep facing Envy, he shifted his position so that he was facing the blank, stone wall.

"Tired already, pipsqueak?" Envy asked. He received no reply, not that he expected one.

Suddenly, their source of light started to dim, and the homunculus stared up at the bulb with blank, bored eyes. Edward's breathing had slowed, he noted with his keen senses, signaling that the human had fallen asleep rather quickly. Although, even though he did not need sleep - for homunculi did not get tired, Envy wanted to. Without the Elric boy up to argue with, he had nothing to do until the teen awoke.

The green haired immortal sighed and tilted his head up to face the ceiling. He took his time alone to take in his surroundings. There were only a few sounds that he could recognize: Edward's light breathing, - and the occasional mumble of sleep-talking - the dripping noise from earlier, and the faint squishing sound of the stakes left in his body being pushed out.

But there was some other sounds he could hear, but did not know what they were from, or who was making them.

One of the noises was of something dragging a heavy, medium sized object. At first, he thought it was a dead body being disposed of. With all the murdering he had done in this 400 plus years, the sound had grown familiar. Though, with his inhuman strength, he could easily lift ten dead bodies; it was just that he got lazy sometimes.

The other noise was of someone - or something, knowing this place - breathing deeply. The sound was not close to where Edward and Envy were kept, but near enough for his inhuman ears to pick it up. Every so often, whatever was taking the deep breaths was also whimpering. There was also scratching, but that came from another direction.

The walls of his and Edward's cells were a crimson color, and damp with sweat from the humid tempertures where they were kept. The floor was a dusty gray, with white spots here and there where he quessed there was blood - or some kind of foreign liquid - had been spilled in the past, and stained the material the cold floor was made up of.

The bars that both kept them in, and separated them, were a rusty red color. Envy couldn't tell how old they were, but the light coating of paint - which originally was a faded gray - was worn down and peeling off. He remembered seeing the paint flake off earlier when Edward had placed gripped the steel bars.

Envy's bed was no different from the one Ed slept on, and it no doubt felt the same. There was a small hole in the left back corner of both of their cells that - judging from the smell - was the crap hole. Other than those two items, there was nothing else in their containment centers.

None of which were of any importance or interests to the Sin, and he chose to ignore them for the time being. The only thing he could do until Fullmetal had awaken, was plan how he was going to escape.

His 'siblings' was one choice.

By know, they would have figured out that he had gone missing. Though, this wasn't the first time Envy had left his siblings without telling them. He was known to just wonder off, leaving for days or just a few hours. But even then, he would leave a note, or at least tell Lust or Dante. His gaze dropped to the hard floor below him.

Would the even care if he disappeared?

Wrath would most likely only care that Envy is gone because he wouldn't get pushed around, teased, or beaten up by the eldest sin. Gluttony only cared about when he is allowed to gorge himself, or where Lust is. Pride and Sloth were too busy fooling the military to do anything about his situation. Greed - though Envy would greatly prefer if Greed did not rescue him - had rebelled years ago, and no one had heard from him since, nor would he even care about the green haired teen.

Lust would be the only one to want to - and possibly make action to - save him. She had always been the more caring homunculus, though not at first. The need to become human again had softened the beautiful woman, which would eventually get her into trouble. However, she could possibly get their other siblings to help.

They would ask Dante for help. Even though the immortal woman was his real mother, he doubted that she would even care. She would explain to the Sins that this is what Envy needed, that it would teach him a lession. Lust wouldn't be too happy with her answer, and would find a way - with or without the help of their siblings - to save him. Dante - knowing the busty Sin all too well - would find a way to keep her preoccupied with missions, or anything that would keep her from finding the eldest homunculus.

Even without doing the math, the chances of any of the homunculi coming to rescue him were slim.

And there was no way he was digging through piles of shit and whatever unknown substances there were inside the crap hole.

"Wonderful," Envy mumbled. His gaze fell to his side, where there was a stake sticking out of his theigh. It too, like the bars, was rusty. From its constant, slow moving, it had irritated the skin and the orouboros around it. Thin, red liquid - the homunculis' 'blood' - had dried and now coated most of the stake. The Sin placed a hand gently on the stake that was sticking out, and gave a soft tug. He regreted it instantly as he let out a quiet whimper.

Silently, he pulled his hand away. Flakes from the stake followed his movement, and gathered randomly on his hand. His perfect lips frowned. It hurt. It hurt like hell, but it wasn't something that Envy would openly admit to anyone. Especially the eldest Elric.

instead, violet eyes closed, and he focused on pushing out the last of the spikes in his back. The pain of getting it out was a pinch compared to the one in his orouboros, though the pain was still there. The sound wasn't so great either; the squishing and tearing of skin as it slowly pulled free.

He let out a sigh of contentment as he heard the loud ping noise as the heavy object landed on the concrete floor next to him. Though, even with the last stake out of his back, he was not able to fully move. Actions such as walking was still not available, neither was his super strength and shape-shifting abilities.

His arms and back were still sore, but that was expected. He had not moved from this spot since he was brought here. Envy soon found himself worn out. It took a great deal of energy - energy that had been cut to barely any with the stake lodged into his orouboros - to push out the thick spike that was hammered into his third node on his back.

Once more, violet eyes closed. This time, they lowered because of exhaustion, and not of concentration.

In the darkness outside of Edward's and Envy's cells, a pair of glowing red eyes opened as soon as the Sin's had shut. It was the same large creature that had knocked the homunculus unconscious a few days prior. Next to it, stood Greta.

With only a small nod, she gave the creature the command to proceed with the plan.

Immediately a dark grin spead across the monster's face as it closed in on the resting, unsuspecting experaments.