A/N: Hello! Thanks for all the reviews! So here's Chapter 7… And let's see… people are worried about Ed killing Roy, huh? Well, you just have to read to find out if he'll do it. Hehe. By the way, good news! The story won't end on Chapter 8… I got a new idea to continue the story. I mean, it's like a little side story and it will probably be short. It's going to involve Drachma by the way. ;D (no war)
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CHAPTER 7

Waking up had been an unpleasant experience for Colonel Roy Mustang. The first thing he noticed was that he had a sore back and neck and his legs were totally numb. He couldn't feel them.

He opened his eyes and found himself nose to nose with the ground. He raised his head and saw that he was stuck to the floor up to his hips. He could only move his arms and head.

A light came on. Ed was sitting on a chair in front of him with an amused expression on his face. Since Mustang was in level with the legs of the chair, he could clearly see the blood that ran down coming from Edward's stomach.

"E-Ed, why did-"

Ed stood up and sat on the floor to face Mustang. "Why did I bring you here?" Roy gasped, looking around. "You…you changed personalities again…And this place, it's-"

"Tucker's house." Ed cut him calmly. "Why are you so surprised? There isn't anywhere else I could go, is there?"

Roy Mustang raised his eyebrows and tried to keep his cool. He peered into Ed's eyes and talked. "What's wrong with you, Ed? What have we ever done to you?"

Ed laughed until tears began falling down his eyes as he held his stomach injury. "You're really funny, Mustang, asking that question." He replied, creeping Mustang out. "Tell me Colonel, would you leave me behind if I became an obstacle in your way?"

Roy was taken aback at the question. "Of course not!" he replied harshly, as if he was angry at Ed for even considering the idea.

Edward put a hand on his chin and shook his head mockingly. "I see. Is that why you got me admitted to the military for your little promotion? Is that why I'm nothing more than a tool?"

Roy's mouth formed an "o". "What are you saying Ed? I let you join the military so that you and your brother-"

Edward slammed his fist on the floor. "No, you didn't, bastard. If you're expecting me to forget the way you came to Winry's, asking me if I'd rather drown in my own pity or join the military, then you're badly mistaken. Oh that nice way you have with words, they could get under anyone's skin really easily, can't they?" he smiled smugly and bent down closer to Roy. "And I had really thought you were there to help me. Me, a lost little weak boy. How stupid of me to give in so easily…"

Ed took his hands away from his stomach and began drawing something on the floor with the blood.

"No, Edward, listen to me! I do want to help you, I really-"

"Sure you do!" Ed cut him again. "You don't give a shit about what happens to me! You might seem like you're worried about you, but that's because you're worried about getting demoted if anything happens to someone under your command."

"Ed-"

"You must have been thinking "Now that I got my promotion, all I need is to keep him out of my hair.""

Now Roy slammed his hands on the cold floor. "I would never do such a thing!" Now that he looked around, he realized that Ed was drawing a circle around him.

"What are you doing? Ed, you can't be serious!"

Edward put his hands on his hair and threw it over his shoulder to prevent it from coming in front of his face. "No?" he asked. "Are you telling me I can't use you the same way you used me?" He said with mock confusion as he drew another circle around the circle he drew.

"You will all suffer. I'll make sure of it. Just like you did with me."

"What are you saying? I-" Roy Mustang began secretly searching his pockets.

Edward sighed again. "I didn't come back from one year of painful automail surgery so that you could make fun of me!"

Mustang secretly wore one of his gloves and stared back. "Edward, if I ever hurt you by teasing you then just tell me…I'm sorry, alright? If you stop this, I won't ever call you short, please!"

Ed's eyes grew more furious. "You think that's all?!" He made a move to punch him but stopped when Mustang pointed a glove at him, about to snap.

"Edward, listen to me. I'll use this if I have to. I'll do it."

Ed stood up with effort and grinned. "Of course you would. It's kill or be killed. After a while it becomes a habit, doesn't it? Then in the end you become a murderer. So go on, Colonel. Snap."

Roy opened his mouth, horrified. What was this kid saying? Was his split-personality that messed-up? He really didn't care if he burned?"

"Why the hesitation, Mustang? I don't think you got your title 'Hero of the Ishvalan War' by hesitating, did you?"

"EDWARD!"

Ed smiled. "Ooh, it seems like I hit a nerve. There were lot of CHILDREN in Ishval too, right? I'm a child too, you can burn me."

Roy arched his eyebrows angrily and snapped, aiming for Ed's leg. Edward didn't move or react as the flames burned the lower part of his leg, a first-degree burn under his knee. Sure, it would hurt a bit but it was totally harmless. Though, Ed didn't even flinch. He clapped his hands and touched the ground, making Mustang sink into the floor a bit more till his hands were also buried in cement.

"Like I thought." Ed said. "You don't care about what happens to your subordinate as long as you're out of danger. But it's weird. You didn't burn me enough to get me out of action. Surely you knew that a pathetic little flame wouldn't do anything in your favor. Then why? Because you're angry at me? Because you want to hurt me?"

"NO!" Mustang exploded, trying to free his hands. "I wanted you to stop this! This was only a warning!"

Edward shook his head no. "But we're only starting."

Roy gritted his teeth. "Just tell me why you're doing this! Why did you do this to me?"

Edward sat on the floor again, his back against the cold wall. "Do you know how many leads you sent us on, Colonel?" he asked calmly. "Approximately twenty I believe." He continued. "Ten of them, the stone was just a rumor. Five of them, they were fake. Four, was people mistaking it as a Stone. And one..." he paused and looked at Mustang. "Was nothing." He hissed angrily. "I didn't want to believe what Dasher told me at first. About how you were just using me. The missions, I knew I had to do them. When the Stones turned out to be fakes, I was okay with it. Ten of them were rumors, but they always had some thief, or killer behind it. Why was it always that? Maybe you already knew that they were ONLY rumors, but sent me there on false hope to catch those killers and thieves."

"NO, THAT'S NOT TRUE!" Mustang yelled, desperately. Of course, he would think the same if he was in Ed's place. Failure after failure…

Edward looked down and pulled his knees to his chest. "Whenever I told Al that we would definitely find it one day, a piece of me died. In the end, I kept failing him. Nothing happened. Two years, twenty leads. Twenty different towns, cities, villages… Alphonse lost two years of his life. Because of me. There isn't anyone he could depend on, and I kept disappointing him. Though I still didn't blame you." He sighed. "Until the unexpected happened. Until you decided to mess with my life. Until the rumor in Salzetrax turned out to be the one YOU made up."

Roy Mustang's jaw dropped. "What are you saying?" he barely got out. What was Ed saying? That he was the one that made the rumor?

Ed raised his eyebrows. "Let's see…you said that the killer was using a Stone to kill people. But there were only stab wounds on the victim's body ALONG with the knife still in them. Now…where does someone get Philosopher's Stone from stab wound and knives?"

"F-Fullmetal-"

"Not only that, the townspeople had NO IDEA about the rumor you spoke off. They actually asked me what a Philosopher's Stone was."

"Ed…"

"And then the woman attacked me and said the military was using me. She repeated the same things Dasher told me. Of course, hearing the same things from two different people had some effects on me. I did anything I could do to convince myself not to believe them…"

"EDWARD!"

"But that's when the woman said it. She told me "Your superior sent you here to deal with me. It's as if he's trying to kill you, or trying to turn you into a killer. Which is what you are now." AND SHE JUST DROPPED DEAD IN FRONT OF ME!"

Roy Mustang gasped, frozen in shock.

No… That couldn't have happen…Why?

Why did they have to mess with his mind? Everything suddenly made sense at once. The distance Ed had with him, the words he said, the formality… This was what really had happened.

"I…I didn't make up a rumor, Ed! I was really trying to help you!"

But Edward didn't seem to be listening. He had finished drawing the circle around Mustang and was staring at the door as if he was waiting for someone.

"I'll finally be free of your blackmailing, your taunts, your smirks, your lies… And Alphonse will get his body back. I'll use you the same way you used me, Mustang. Your body for his."

Roy knew this was his fault from the start, though he didn't know how to convince the boy at a time like this. Ed had spilled everything, every thought he was keeping in. And now…

"Look at yourself, Fullmetal! I don't even recognize you! What would Alphonse say if he saw you now? Do you think he'll be proud of what his brother has done?"

There was suddenly a glint in Ed's eyes.

That flame…

But it disappeared as fast as it came. "I don't mind what he thinks of me as long as he gets his body back! Alphonse probably already hates me for getting him stuck in that armor in the first place! And once you're disposed off, I don't care if I-"

Suddenly, he clutched his head and bent down, clearly in pain. "Stop it…" he moaned. "Get out…"

"Ed…ward?" Edward, is that you?"

Ed raised his head back up, his eyes bloodshot more than ever. "I will not let anything interrupt this! Not ever." He said through gritted teeth.

"No!" Roy tried. He knew it. The Ed he knew, he was trying to take back the control. Though it wasn't working. The mistrust that this Ed had was winning over him. "Edward, please! Come back!"

Ed suddenly turned and punched Mustang on the face, his head snapping to one side. "SHUT UP, BASTARD!" he wheezed, his injury troubling him. "I DON'T TRUST YOU ANYMORE!"

And then the door suddenly opened. Alphonse entered with Lieutenant Hawkeye, Havoc, a just-woken up Fuery, Breda and Falman.

Ed and Mustang turned their heads that way. Edward grinned and clapped his hands. "Well, well, they finally found us. What took you so long? I was sure you'd trace the blood in a shorter amount of time." He said, sitting on the floor and raising one hand on the transmutation circle.

"B-brother…You're injured…" Alphonse said as he began to advance Ed.

Though Edward payed no attention to his words. "Thanks for coming here, Alphonse. I wanted you to be here when I gave you your body."

Everyone threw glances at each other, guns in hands. Though, Ed didn't even seem to acknowledge that they were there.

"What?" Al asked, staring down at Roy Mustang, buried halfway in cement. "Colonel?" And then he saw the transmutation circle drawn around it. "Brother! You…you're not…"

Ed smiled widely. "Now, we'll both be free of him. I'll give you your body back using him. He won't be able to manipulate me any longer, won't lie to me, won't blackmail me, WON'T USE ME SINCE HE'LL BE DEAD!"

Everyone in the room gasped at once. "B-Brother, you can't…I…"

"I don't need to go after false leads any longer!" Ed said, hand over the transmutation circle.

Mustang gulped, his eyes on Edward's bloodied hand. "Edward, please listen to me. I-"

"NO, I WON'T LISTEN TO YOU! I won't let you manipulate me any longer!"

Hawkeye raised her gun, "Ed?" she asked softly. "Come on, you're injured. Just drop this and we'll forget this ever happened…" she said.

"You want me to drop the chance of getting Al's body back and getting rid of this bastard?" he asked ridiculously. "I will never!"

Alphonse took another step closer to Ed. "BROTHER! I don't want you to kill anyone so you could get my body back! PLEASE!"

Ed turned back to Al, his eyes cold and lifeless. "I already killed someone Al. There's blood on my hands. I don't care what I have to do if you're getting your body back. This bastard has been sending us on useless leads on purpose! And now I'm a killer! Because of another lead! I don't want to drag you on this journey any longer! I can't stand disappointing you any longer!" he said harshly.

"B-Brother…I can't recognize you! This isn't you! Stop this! Please…"

"NO!" Ed screamed, bringing his hand down on the transmutation circle to activate it. Mustang shut his eyes, and Al's whole body turned rigid.

A shot rang in the air.

The bullet that Lieutenant Hawkeye fired grazed Ed's left shoulder. Edward yelped and fell backwards, while Falman, Fuery and Breda ran to Mustang.

Ed grasped his bleeding arm and sat back up. "Damn it…" he cursed through gritted teeth. He knelt down and began crawling back to transmutation circle. Fuery, Breda and Falman were trying to get Mustang free from the floor without effort, while Alphonse tried to talk sense to his older brother.

"I can't recognize you anymore! Who are you? You're not my brother!" Al said, grabbing Ed's arm.

Edward punched Alphonse's arm away. "I'm the one who got you stuck in that body." He replied, continued to crawl back to the circle. "And I'm the one who's going to give it back to you."

Just before Ed clapped his hand on the transmutation circle, Alphonse stepped on Edward's arm. There was a little snap, and Ed's wrist bent in a weird angle. He howled in pain and dropped at his side, shaking.

"Why..?" Ed whispered, his voice filled with agony, tears falling down his eyes.

"I'm sorry, brother… I didn't want to…" Al said, anguished.

At last, Mustang freed himself from the ground and brushed himself off. He walked towards Ed who was continuing to shake on the floor.

"I just…I just wanted to give you your body back, Al! Why won't you let me? Why…?" he whispered, holding his knees to his chest, curled up on the floor like a beaten dog.

"Ed?" Roy asked softly, a hand extending to touch him.

Even though Ed had his back turned on them, he slapped his hand away with his one good automail arm. "S-Stay…away f-from m-me…" he sobbed.

Alphonse slowly lifted him and pulled him to his lap which Ed didn't oppose.

"Edward, you're okay now." Hawkeye tried to caress his hair. "No need to worry."

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Ed yelled, pulling closer to Alphonse's cold armor. Al wrapped an arm around Ed's back even though he knew Edward was still in his evil-personality at the moment. Still, it was his brother. Al would never leave him no matter what happened.

"Just…stay…away…" he mumbled, between trembles and he fell limp.

"Brother?" he nudged him and Ed's broken wrist fell.

"I think he passed out from blood loss." Fuery said, staring down.

No one in the room knew what to say. Edward, who had tried to transmute Roy, wasn't the Ed they knew. What about this time though? Would Ed remember anything when he woke up?

To Colonel Roy Mustang, it seemed like it was going to get worse from here.


A/N: 0_0 *whistles* THAT WAS CA-RAZY! Poor Ed! "The circle was complete." Haha. "The circle is now complete." (I don't watch Star Wars, but I do know that.)

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed that. I mean, I know you guys like this sort of thing. Torturing Ed and stuff. Because we all have that sadistic part in all of us…some more than others. *points at self* MWAHAHAAHAHAAHA. 8D

-Alright, you know what I said. I'll update in three days unless I don't die/get sick/something unexpected happens. Until then…See you! And yeah, like I said, I have that side-story idea thing in my head and I'll write it. I'm going to start it after I update. It's probably going to start in the middle of Chapter 9…ANYWAYS…

THANKS FOR READING AND PLEASE REVIEW!