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Imprisonment proved to be incredibly boring.

I mean, I figured there would at least be a guard or something.

Someone I could talk to.

Someone I could annoy.

Haven't you ever purposely annoyed someone you hate?

It relieved a surprising amount of stress to see them stressed out.

Instead, they locked the door, tied me up, tape my mouth shut, and took my weapons.

Even if there was a guy here, I couldn't really speak…

But I could mumble and squeal until he went insane.

Which would be really interesting.

But, I had my hands tied above my head, my ankles tied to the floor, my torso tied to the wall, all in chains. There was no hope in moving, and there was no one to keep me company…

And I had tape on my mouth…

If this wasn't Hell, I didn't want to know what Hell was…

I found it really hard to think with the constant pressure around my wrists and ankles, the constant reminder that I was a prisoner…

Again.

I slammed my head against the wall in a vain attempt to gain my concentration.

My head was bruised from the other night when I fainted with Wrath, and I hit the bruise.

Hard.

I screamed, but the tape muffled it. I would've only groaned--Hell, I could even hold that in! I was good with pain, but the scream was mostly from frustration.

Not to mention it was cold in the room. Freezing. And my jeans were ripped in various places and the whole lower half of my shirt was ripped off from when I had struggled and it got caught on the chains.

I had knocked out four guys and stabbed another in the arm, but that was all I could get done. There were more men than just the ones in the ally-way. At the time when I was being chained up, there were about….

Twenty-five…

Or more…

Said they wanted to 'join in on the fun…'

The thing that freaked me out the most, was I was trained. In the military. And I couldn't fight them off.

That was pathetic.

But I guess my heart was never really in the training, I became a military dog for one reason.

To rebel.

My Mother always hated the Military. I never wanted to go into the military, but I always resented my Mother, almost as much as my Father.

My Mother would never let go. No matter where I went, I could go half way across the world, and she'd contact me.

And though I tried to convince myself it was because she cared, it wasn't.

And I joined the military to get away.

She wouldn't want to be near me if I was…

My Father never talked to me after that, but my Mom came and shouted to me at work. I was only fourteen then…

But Mustang helped me.

I don't know, I always liked Mustang, he was like an older brother to me.

Like the family I never had.

I heard a loud crash from downstairs, and I heard one of the men yelling in some foreign language.

I rested my head--lightly--against the wall and closed my eyes. I tried to drag my cheek across my shoulder to get the tape off. I'd at least feel a little less pathetic if I had the tape off of my mouth.

I managed to use my shoulder to push the tape into my mouth, grab it with my teeth, and--with much effort--pull off of my mouth, and spit it out of my mouth.

I think the fact that I was bleeding on the side of my head (they weren't the most gentle capturers) and it leaked to the tape made it easier to remove.

I stretched my jaw around to regain a feel to moving it.

More crashes from downstairs, and this time a signified yell--as if a man was in pain.

I struggled against my chains, but I couldn't get through. I took a moment to think about my position, and I realized; If it was at all possible for me to keep my curiosity under wraps, I wouldn't be in this situation.

If I had ignored the crashing, and not gone into the kitchen, they more than likely would have let me go.

Oh, what I wouldn't give to have believed that 'Curiosity killed the cat' crap.

My thoughts were cut short, so I didn't have time to dwell on it.

I heard a familiar click.

Were they unlocking the door?

My question was answered as the door burst open. "Get the girl! Get the girl!" A man ordered. He had a thick Ishbalan accent and the two other men immediately complied.

They hurriedly unlocked them, and I just stared. I finally regained my voice, "What the Hell are you--"

The hoisted my to my feet roughly, and as the blood rushed to my head, a searing pain spread through as well.

One of them pulled my hands behind my back, I struggled, but I soon felt something sharp on my neck. His hands were shaking.

"Scream." He ordered, "Maybe he'll stop chasing us if he knows we'll kill you." His sentences were rushed and hard to understand, but I finally caught hold of what he was saying.

He? Who was 'he?' Was it--

My train of thought was halted by the knife pressing against my throat.

"Scream!"

"No,"

I guess my defiance didn't make them too happy. The guy behind me jerked my arms back painfully.

I kicked him on reflex; right in the back of the knee.

He fell over.

I stood up straight and swung my leg around to kick the guy with the knife. The impact with his head caused him to fly to the ground.

There was only one other.

I picked up the knife and threw it straight at him. It landed right beside his head, catching the side of his hat.

His eyes went wide.

I turned around, and the first guy was standing up. To my side, the guy with the knife rushed up and over to me.

"That's it!" He cried, "I'm done with games!"

He held up the knife and began to swing it down. The first guy held me in place. I struggled, but he didn't let go.

I shut my eyes, ready for the pain.

There was nothing.

"Drop the knife."

That voice was way too familiar. But sounded much angrier than usual. I was hesitant to open my eyes, but just when I was about to, the man let go, causing me to fall.

I opened my eyes, and there stood Envy, clutching the guy's wrist and twisting it until he complied and dropped the knife. His face was menacing--far more angry than I'd ever seen him.

He grabbed the man by the collar and threw him against the wall.

I could only stare, but a question wouldn't leave my mind. I was barely able to verbalize it.

"How did you find this place?"

He turned around quickly, his expression showed he must have been expecting another one my predators.

He saw me and the bloodthirsty look softened--barely.

"It's not too hard to track you down…" He answered simply, and I got a brief suspicion that he was hiding something.

There was a scuffing sound by the door, and Envy outstretched his arm. In a flash, he had transformed it into a long sword, stabbing a man beside the door through the abdomen.

He never even had to look up.

He pulled it back and the man slumped to the ground; still.

It left me a little shaky. I wasn't used to life being taken away so mercilessly.

"Did they hurt you?" the voice was so close, it took me a moment to realize it was Envy. I shook my head numbly, and he held out his hand.

I grasped it, and he held on firmly.

He didn't pull me up too gently.

Another rush of blood, and a painful ringing in my ears. I gripped my head, whining slightly.

I immediately felt a hand clamp down on my shoulder and a gentler hand run through my hair.

I supposed it was Envy.

His hand ran against the bruise and I bit my lip, groaning.

"That was with Wrath." I assured him.

I managed to open my eyes, and looked up at him. He was scowling, and still 'inspecting' my head.

"Why are you bleeding?" He asked slowly, gritting his teeth, and running his thumb along the cut on my hairline..

I then realized how close he really was. I was mostly turned towards him, and my face was only about a few inches away from his jaw line.

Considering I was a good amount shorter than him, and that's all I reached.

One of his hands was tangled in my hair, pulling it to the side of my head to examine a gash I had received not too long ago.

"Well?"

I then remembered he had asked a question.

"W-well, they--uhh, I…" I stuttered, barely regaining my thoughts. "When they chained me up, I--"

"They chained you up?" He seethed, I nodded.

"I struggled so they knifed me."

"They knifed you?!" If he was angry before, he was plain scary now. His teeth were grinding together his voice barely made it past a growl.

"Y-yeah…"I mumbled weakly, looking up at him through my eyelashes.

Oops.

He immediately released me and turned to where the others were. Or, where they used to be.

"I'm going to kill them nice and slow…"

I bit my lip as He took off out the door.

"Wait! Don't leave me in…" but I doubted he could hear me. I heard a loud scream, and figured he found one of those men. "…here…" I finished lamely.

I plopped back down, rolling my eyes. His concern wasn't helping my head ache…

Yayyy!! Update, FINALLY!!!! (sigh) I know it's not too great, buuutt…Envy's warming up to her! In his own…Envy…way…I guess….