Chapter Seven Part One
"How can you even move, Mustang?" Breda brought himself up with his arms, trying to crawl away. Edward kicked him in the ribs with his metal foot, blood spurting from the man's mouth.
"No more questions, you slimy bastard! You get no answers!" Ed bent down and grabbed the collar of his shirt, punching him in the face, his nose breaking loudly. Breda yelled. Another punch busted his lip. Several more followed until his face was black and blue and Roy put a hand on Ed's shoulder to stop him. Edward pulled away, punching the man one more time with all of his strength. Breda spit out a few teeth, barely keeping conscious now.
"Wait until my new superior finds you…" He attempted a laugh, but Roy snapped his fingers, a light flame dancing inside of Breda's mouth. The coward of a man screamed in agony as his soft pallet and the insides of his cheeks charred. Tears fell down his cheeks. Edward walked away from him, too frustrated to look at his face anymore.
"He's all yours, Roy." Roy chuckled and stepped closer to his victim. As Edward walked towards the apartment, he heard several snaps from a steadied hand fueled by rage.
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"Well, this is certainly interesting. The game has grown quite immense." Envy chuckled as he watched the pipsqueak walk into the apartment where his brother was overtaken. He stood perched on the top of the complex, looking down at Breda as he was scorched alive. He thought it surprising that Ed only punched him a few times. Why not kill? He followed the boy with his eyes and thought of the inside of the small living space. "Oh, he will like what he finds…haha. Perhaps I will meet him inside."
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Edward walked into the small building as flames and screams filled the air behind him. The room was dark and garbage littered the floor. He took another step deeper and the hair on the back of his neck stood up. The atmosphere was foreboding. He could feel the fear his brother felt.
The hook where Al's chain was stood out mercilessly; uninviting. All around the bed were blankets and dirtied rags stained with blood. There were few articles of clothing, of which had been stripped to perform something even Ed knew was a sin against nature. And then he spotted what was on the bed.
The mattress was covered in blood and semen. Ed felt his muscles tighten in his neck and he began to gag. Steadying himself in the nearby nightstand, he coughed raggedly, spit dripping to the floor. "What's a matter, Fullmetal? Can't handle a little violence?" Ed whipped around, flinging a knife at Envy, who was just inside the doorway. He caught it easily and tossed it aside, slamming the door shut behind him. Outside, Edward could hear a muffled Roy shouting "Edward!" He glared at the homunculis.
"How could you do something like this? You sick, inhumane bastard."
"Awwww, you're gonna hurt my feelings! I thought it was completely just! Afterall, there have been many times where you and your brother have fucked me over!?"
"He wasn't brought into his real body to be scarred like that." Edward clapped his hands, transmuting his arm into a blade, the tip shining in the dim light. Envy chuckled.
"Wanna play rough, do we? Well, I like it rough." Envy crouched down, ready to pounce, but Ed had already done so, his blade slicing his chest. Envy staggered back, laughing at his own blood being spilled. Edward cringed as the wound healed seconds later, Envy standing straight again. "There is no way out of what you started, dear boy. I will have to demonstrate what I did to your brother. That way you will be able to understand everyone's pain."
Edward growled at him as he moved forward. He would not back down. Not this time. Not ever. Not after what had been done. Ed clapped his hands and slammed them against the metal hook in the wall. Envy staggered back from the light and gasped. "What the hell is that?" Ed held a pistol in his hands.
"You should know by now what it is, Envy." He threw it up in the air, Envy watching it as it sailed up towards the ceiling. With the few seconds he had, Edward once again lunged at Envy, stabbing him straight through the chest. Envy screamed and tried to knock Ed away from him, but he stayed put, waiting.
The gun fell down, but never made it to the floor. Instead, it fell into the hands of Riza Hawkeye. She stood next to Edward, the barrel of the weapon staring inches away from Envy's forehead. She glared at him. Without a word, she pulled the trigger several times, the bullets penetrating Envy's skull.
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Alphonse used the water his brother left to wash up a bit. Carefully, he cleaned the wounds between his thighs, wincing as he did so. After he finished, he took the blanket and wrapped it around himself, feeling shock take over him. He hated feeling so weak. He lay down against the soft sides of the newly done dumpster. It was more comfortable than his bed at HQ.
Suddenly, Al heard screaming and a loud roar of flames and he shot up, hitting his head on the top of the dumpster. He rubbed his head, but listened intently. The screams were agonized and died abruptly as the sound of fire engulfed them. He knew that Breda had just died and he couldn't help but feel pity for the man. Even after everything he had gone through, to be burned alive had to feel much worse. But Al cringed in anger. Even if he was burned alive, he only had to feel it once. "You got what you deserved, asshole. I hope you rot."
Then another scream startled Alphonse out of his thoughts. Roy had called for Ed, concern in his voice. Al listened as he heard footsteps running towards the apartment and a door slamming. His heart sank. He knew that Envy was here. He could feel him. "No..no, brother! Mustang!!!! Colonel, let me out!!!" Al began to pound on the metal walls, begging to come out and to be free. He had to help somehow. He could push past this pain. As long as his brother didn't have to feel it.
But everything went dead silent and as quickly as the door slammed, a gunshot sounded from behind that slammed door. Al froze. Who was shot? Was it Hawkeye? What was going on? Al began to bang his fists on the metal again, the ringing sound reverberating in his ears.
"Al?" Roy's voice was right above him and Al pounded on the closed lid.
"Help me!"
"Get back as far as you can!" Al crawled to the other side of the dumpster and suddenly heard the sound of flames engulfing the lid. And then it was pried open, the metal melted, but cooling fast. Roy reached inside, outstretching his hand. "Al, come on. It should be over now." Alphonse took the Colonel's hand and was pulled out. Roy looked him over and frowned. Al put his hand up.
"Please, I just want my brother." His voice cracked and he put his head down, wrapping his arms around himself. He just wanted Ed to come out of that room.
I am splitting this chapter in a couple parts. I hope this part wasn't bad. This story will end relatively soon, so look for updates! Sorry it took me so long to update! College can be quite the pain! Please review! Thanks!
