Chapter 7
The Torture
Ed opened his eyes to find that Lana was gone. He looked around to see a hint of pink go through a large door.
He followed it, and walked into the room. There was a library of over thousands and thousands of books. He looked around the room, mouth agape.
The door slammed shut. He turned around to find a large object slam into his face. He fell to the floor unconscious.
Ed was thrown roughly into a dark, dingy room. He heard some shuffling. Since he was bound with ropes, he would never stand a chance.
"Who's there?" He called out. The shuffling stopped, and there was complete silence.
"Grandma? Is that you?"
"Lana. Thank god, you're alright! What happened?!"
"E-Ed, you have t-to get out. They a-already dr-rugged me, and I c-can't move."
Suddenly, the lights flipped on. Ed looked up at Lana. She had been tied down to a pole that went from the ground to ceiling. He couldn't use alchemy, so they were stuck there. He saw a syringe lying on the table, and he looked over at Lana's arm.
There was a small hole. The door burst open, and two men with masks walked in. They grabbed Ed, and threw him up against the wall. The handcuffed him to a bar that went across the room.
One of the men touched Lana's cheek, and she flinched. He shoved her up against the pole, and knocked her out.
"Tell me Fullmetal, where did you find that Philosopher's Stone?"
"Never!" What Philosopher's Stone?
"Okay, then," Man number 1 said. He walked away from Lana. He looked over at the table, and grabbed a plank of wood. Walking back over to Lana, he pulled her shoe off. She was unconscious, so she never flinched.
"Lana! Lana!" Ed yelled, but it was no use. She was out like a light. Man 1 pulled back the board, and swung it to hit her foot. Lana's eyes flashed open, and she tensed up, a surprised look on her face. (A/n: Believe me when I tell you…THAT HURTS! Yeah, accidentally doing it to yourself is no day at the picnic)
She immediately fell back to her dream world, breathing heavily.
"Stop it," Ed whispered. "I'll tell you. They are hidden in Mr. Roy Mustang's office where his important papers are kept," he said, trying to fool them. Time was all he needed, and he was buying it. He had never found any Philosopher Stone, but he was good at bluffing.
"Good, I knew we'd come to an understanding," Man 1 said. He whispered to Man 2, and he left the room. "Now that that's taken care of, how about we get back to the pretty girl in the pink dress."
"No! I told you what I knew, so stop hurting her!"
"I never said that I was going to stop, Fullmetal."
"You bastard!"
Man 1 laughed. He kneeled next to Ed, and whispered to him, "Do you want to know what I'm going to do to her?"
Ed just glared.
"Well, I'm going to break her puny little arms, then work on her leg. I'll pull her fingernails off one-by-one. Then her toenails. After that, I'll rip her hair out. Kick her until there is no more skin, just bruises. Maybe pull a few teeth out, and then hit her until she can't see. Then…I'm going to do all of that to you."
He took a deep breath. Ed didn't want to show his fear, but it was too hard. The man sneered, and walked out of the room with his hands in his pockets. Ed slid his handcuffs down the rail. He scooted over until he was close to Lana.
"Ed," she whispered, and Lana looked up. "Ed, I want you to get out of here. I'll be fine. You just need to worry about yourself. I overheard them saying that they were going to drug your food. When they bring it out, give it to me, and I'll eat it. Then you can try to get out of here."
"No, I won't let you do that, I don't want you to get hurt."
"Don't worry. If you are gone, they will probably have no need to hurt me. Then I'll just wait until you get back. Promise me that you will get out of here without a scratch on you, okay?"
"But…"
"Promise me."
"Okay, I'll try my damndest."
An hour later
The door flew open again, and Man 1 walked over to Lana.
"It's time," he said, and Ed's eyes widened. He only wished that he could stop time, so that he would have just enough to kill him. Man 1 walked over to the table, and picked up what seemed to be pliers. He walked over to Lana, and forced her to face Ed. She had tears in her eyes.
"Now, to start with those pretty little nails."
Ed couldn't see what he was doing, but he heard a crack, and Lana's eyes widened.
"Nail number 1 is over with. Only nine more to go."
He kept going until Ed heard nine more cracks. Lana was trying her best to fight back the tears, but it was no use. He laid her bloody nails in a pile. Untying her from the pole, she collapsed on the floor. Smirking, he looked up at the corner of the room, and a camera sat there.
"You see that camera over there? Well, if you try to escape, you're as good as dead," he said. "Oh yeah, no trying to do Alchemy, the room won't allow it."
He left.
"Lana," Ed whispered. She looked up at him. Sitting up, she scooted over towards him, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She leaned her head onto his shoulder, and cried.
Ed of course wanted to wrap his arms around her, but he was still chained to the rail.
"I'm sorry, Ed. This is my entire fault. If we had never gone to the dance, then we would be back at home with Grams and Winry. Then we would have picked Sarah up from the hospital."
"Stop it," he said, resting his cheek on her head, "Stop apologizing. It doesn't matter. As long as we get out of here, nothing matters."
Lana and Ed laid like that. They fell asleep quickly, and the lights shut off.
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"Ruby, I can't find Lana or Ed. Where are they?"
"Don't worry, Winry. They're probably doing…other things."
Winry lowered her head. She looked back up to find someone staring at her.
"Can I help you?" She asked. He smiled.
"Hello, my name is Pete Perkinson. I think that I know where they are."
"Where?"
He had an evil glint in his eye, and he smiled.
"They are at…The Red Hideaway."
"The Red Hideaway?"
"Uh-huh. It's just down the street. They are looking for you, too. They were wondering where you had got to."
"Umm…okay, thanks."
Winry put her glass of punch down, and walked outside. She strolled down the street until she came upon a worn out building with the faded words, "The Red Hideaway" on it. She hesitated, but went inside.
There was a woman standing at the bar. She walked up to it, and asked her:
"Do you know if there is an Ed and Lana here?"
The woman looked up. She gave her a warm smile, and showed her through a door. As soon as she walked through it, someone grabbed her roughly by the arms. She was flung into a chair, and her hands were tied quickly.
"Who are you? Where are Ed and Lana?"
"All in good time, Winry, all in good time."
The man had flipped on a screen, and there was a close up of Lana clinging onto Ed. She was crying as blood ran down her hand.
"No," she whispered. "Why are you doing this?!"
Man 2 sneered, and walked out into the light. It…was Taylor.
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Lana opened her eyes. Ed was still sleeping, so she stood up. Limping over to the table, she saw only a syringe, a small bottle, some propane, and a blowtorch. Was the man going to light them on fire?
Lana walked back over to Ed, and jiggled his handcuffs. They, of course, didn't break. Ed lazily opened one eye.
"What are you doing?" He asked, and Lana jumped. She sighed, and went back to what she was doing.
"I'm trying to get you out of these handcuffs," She said as an idea popped into her head. "Hey, can I take your hand off?"
"As long as it's my right hand, sure."
Lana pulled at his hand until the wires snapped. 'Sorry Winry,' she thought. Ed pulled his arm free of the cuffs, and Lana grabbed the blowtorch that sat on the table. She grabbed his broken hand.
"Ed, you need to spread your arm so it's as far away as possible."
Ed laid on the ground, and spread his arm to the side. Lana took the wires from his hand, and the wires from his arm. She hooked them together. Taking the blowtorch, she turned it on, and melted the wires together. She stopped when she saw that he moved his fingers.
"Cool," she whispered, and he sat up. He moved his fingers around to make sure that they were completely functional. Lana grabbed the bottle, the propane, and the blowtorch to set it out before her.
"Ed, cover the camera. Now."
He walked over, and placed his jacket on the camera. They would notice that at any moment, and rush in here. He turned around to find Lana putting the propane into the bottle. Using the syringe, she poked a hole in the cap. She ripped her dress to get a strip of fabric. Placing the fabric in the hole, she walked over to Ed.
"Place this by the door," she said, and he agreed. Taking the bottle, he laid it right below the doorknob. Lana dipped her finger in the propane, and rubbed it along the fabric. "Get behind me."
He did as he was told, and she set the fabric on fire. The fire easily spread, and blew the door to pieces, harming anyone behind it. Land stood up, and ran out the door. What they found was truly shocking. Taylor and Winry laid on the floor.
Ed picked Winry up, and all three of them walked back into the pub. They ran out the door, and into the fresh air. Lana coughed and coughed. She spat up blood. The retching woke Winry up.
"Ed? Where are we?"
"We're outside the pub," he said, and walked over to Lana. "Are you alright?"
She nodded, and then quickly shook her head. She threw up. Winry was next to her in an instant. She pulled Lana's hair out of her face, and rubbed her back. Lana wiped her mouth.
"I-it's the d-drugs," Lana said in a shaky voice, "They h-haven't left m-my body y-yet."
Lana threw up once again, and Winry stood by her side, rubbing her back. Lana lifted her head, and fell to her knees. She passed out.
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Lana opened her eyes to find that she was in a bed. It was really comfortable. She looked around to find that she was in a hotel. Ed walked out of the bathroom, drying his hair off with a towel. He looked over at her.
"Hey," she said.
"Hey yourself, how you feeling?"
"Better. Where exactly are we?"
"In a hotel. Winry went home a little while ago."
"Oh," she said, and pulled the blankets off. She was wearing pajamas. Her eyes widened. "Ed…did you undress me?"
"What? Uuuhh…NO! Winry did."
"Oh okay."
Ed threw on a shirt, and climbed into bed. Lana got out of bed, and went into the bathroom. He heard the shower turn on, so he rolled over to get some well-needed rest.
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