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Wrath: Can I have a cookie?
Angie: Sure, after you do the disclaimer. Is that okay?
Wrath: Yes! Angie does not own Fullmetal Alchemist, me, mommy, Envy, or anyone else. Cookie now!
Angie: *hands Wrath a cookie* On-
Envy: *appears out of no where* Onto the story! (Angie: STOP THAT!!)
Chapter Six: Finding Fear
I was sitting on a couch, staring at wallpaper. Fun-fun, right? Right. Wrath wasn't even being energetic. That's saying something. This house is completely boring. Really, I feel like just walking out of here and killing innocent people for no reason. Guess that's why they call me "Malice", heh. I sighed, silently wishing I was "trustworthy enough" to go out on a mission. I would even go with Envy if I had to. I'll do anything to get out of this house.
"Malice," Wrath whined.
"What?" I replied.
"Play a game with me," Wrath said.
"Depends. What game?" I asked. Wrath hesitated for a second, as if thinking about a game he'd like to play.
"Truth or dare?" he asked. I shrugged.
"Sure, why not? Do you want to go first?" I asked. Wrath nodded. He asked me the big question and I answered with truth.
"Do you think Envy's hair is dyed green?" Wrath asked.
"Hm. No I don't, because with him being the Ultimate Mask he can make his hair any natural color he wants to," I replied. Wrath nodded, understanding my reason.
"Truth or dare?" I asked.
"Dare!"
"Hm...I dare you to call Envy 'daddy'," I said. Wrath smirked and stood up. He motioned me to follow him and I did. We walked into Envy's bedroom, and there Envy was reading a book.
"Daddy!" Wrath whined. He ran up and hugged Envy. Envy had a surprised look on his face that turned to a disgusted one. I stood there watching and snickering. Envy shoved Wrath off of him and glared at me.
"What do you think you're doing?" Envy growled.
"Playing truth or dare!" Wrath cut in. "Do you wanna play?" Envy raised an eyebrow and looked back and forth from me to Wrath.
"Sure," Envy said.
"Yay! Okay, ask someone truth or dare now, Envy!" Wrath exclaimed.
"Wrath. Truth or dare," Envy demanded.
"Truth!"
"Ugh...would you date Malice by free will?" Envy asked.
"Sure, why not? She's nice," Wrath said. Envy smirked and I just held my breath for the awkward moment. It came and went and it was now Wrath's turn to ask the question. He picked Envy.
"Dare."
"I dare you to tell Lust you love her," Wrath said. Envy threatened to smack Wrath silly but I explained to him that he had to follow through. With one final glare, Envy stormed out of the room.
"He isn't going to do it," Wrath said. I shrugged.
"Well, I'm done. Later," I said. I waved and walked out of the room. I decided to go out and wander around for awhile, maybe get a bite to eat. Sighing, I stepped downstairs and left the building. I took one step outside and froze. We were in an underground city. An underground city. How the hell do they find food down here?
An idea popped up in my head. Maybe since I have this way crazy mind I could make people? Not real people of course. Fake people. Hollograms that seem weirdly real. Surely my imaginary people would be willing to play a game with me or something. Wrath is, well, too little-kiddish and Envy hates me...so I'll just make my own friends. Yeah. That sounds like a good idea.
I pictured a boy in my head, my age, with short light brown hair and a lightly toned body. He was wearing a sleeveless black shirt with some khaki cargo shorts that went down to the bottom of his knees. The boy has dark, misty gray eyes, like me. His skin had a light tan but not light enough to make him look un-cute. He wasn't what some people would say hot, but he was kinda cute. I closed my eyes and focused on the boy until I felt a hand touch my arm. I opened my eyes and there the boy stood.
"Hi," he said, lacing my fingers with his. I smiled at him and he smiled back.
"Hi. What's your name?" I asked. The boy shrugged.
"You haven't named me yet," he said.
"Oh. Um...do you like the name Vincent?" I asked.
"Sure, sounds nice to me. Vincent. Yeah," he replied.
"So Vincent, should we make another imaginary person?" I asked. Vincent nodded.
"Yeah, probably. Games are more fun when there's three people," he said. "Or four even."
"Okay," I said. I closed my eyes and pictured a girl, with shoulder-length dark cherry red hair. Her bangs swept to the left side of her face. The girl I pictured had on long white pants with dark red shirt that had sleeves that came down to her elbows. The shirt was slightly V-cut, and the bottom of the shirt rested slightly below her waist-line. The shirt also had little pink flowers at the far right of the shirt, touching the hem and coming up to about halfway up her ribcage. Her eyes were a mystifying green. I focused on the girl until I heard Vincent say 'hi'. I opened my eyes and there the girl was, standing next to Vincent.
"Hello," the girl said.
"I'm Vincent." Vincent nodded at the girl and let go of my hand. He held the hand he was holding my hand with and held it out to the girl to shake. The girl shook his hand and smiled at him.
"Do you like the name Ebony?" I asked.
"Yes, very pretty," she said.
"Okay. Hello Ebony. My name is Malice," I said.
"Oh, I already know that. I came from your mind, remember? I know everything you know and more," Ebony said. And more....that's kind of creepy, I thought. I shoced the comment out of my head and clapped my hands.
"Alright, should I make another imaginary person? Or should we figure up a game to play?" I asked. Vincent and Ebony looked at me and smirked. Woah, scary.
"How about we play..." Vincent started.
"Pranks?" Ebony finished.
"Sure. What do you think, Malice?" Vincent asked.
"Uh, okay," I said. Thank God. I thought they were going to say something like "Kill the First Person You See".
(POV Switch!!!!)
I stormed into the kitchen and sat myself down in a chair by the window. Stupid Wrath and Malice and their stupid little games. I noticed Malice standing outside; she must've quit that Truth or Dare crap that Wrath came up with. Then I noticed the boy standing next to her. At first I thought he was Pride because of his brown hair. But that boy was too young to be Pride. There was also another girl. I didn't recognize her at all. Nobody else should be here. I sighed furiously and got up to go outside and see what the hell is going on.
"What the hell?" I murmured as I stepped outside. Malice turned to look at me.
"Oh, hi Envy," she said. Her voice had a tint of shock in it. "What're you doing out here?"
"What am I doing out here, you ask? I'm wondering why the hell those two are here!" I shouted, pointing at the two strangers. Malice looked at them and back at me. The two strangers also looked at me.
"Uh, this is Ebony and Vincent," Malice said.
"How'd they get here?" I demanded.
"They're imaginary people. I made them with my mind," Malice said. My eyes widened slightly, but when back to glaring a nano second later.
"You did, did you? Well make them go away and get your ass in the mansion!" I shouted. Malice looked taken aback, but got herself together and looked at Vincent and Ebony.
"Good-bye," she muttered as the two suddenly disappeared. Malice turned to me again and walked up the gstairs, staring at the ground the whole time. I glared at her and walked into the house after her. Malice didn't say anything; she just walked upstairs to the room we were currently sharing. I wanted to follow her up there, but I decided not to. Instead I went and talked to Lust and Sloth.
About twenty minutes later, I went upstairs to go to my room. I walked inside and there Malice was, laying on my bed with her waist-and-up hanging off the side. She had a book in her hand and her eyes scanned over the pages as if she was reading. I closed the door and she looked at me.
"Hello," she said flatly before returning to the book.
"Get off my bed," I hissed. Malice slipped off the bed and landed head-first on the floor, the rest of her body falling limply to the floor. She didn't seem phased and she kept her eyes glued to the yellowed pages of the book. I knew something was wrong-- either that or she's just too involved in the book-- but I didn't ask. I sat down on my bed and scanned the pages of the book Malice was reading.
"Are you going to stay like that all night?" I asked. Malice didn't answer me, but instead sat up with her back against the bed. I sighed.
"Why aren't you talking to me?" I demanded. Malice suddenly snapped the book shut and tossed it at the chair she slept on the other night. The book hit the back of the chair and fell into the seat, flipping open to the fourth chapter.
"I didn't think you wanted to talk," Malice muttered.
"There's more to it than that, isn't there?" I asked her. Malice didn't reply and that's wat verified it. She was afraid of me. Good, that means she'll listen to me. I smirked and layed down on my bed, and I fell asleep with that smirk still on my face.
