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Ohhh, and sorry for those of you who liked the Barry the Chopper scene in the real FMA anime--or manga or whatever, cuz I'm kind of screwing it up. It's gonna be different.

The last few days, I had been rather jumpy. Everywhere I looked, there seemed to be another death in regards to this "Barry the Chopper" guy.

Frankly, it was freaking me out.

I mean, really, What kind of psycho goes around chopping up women for a hobby?

Although Envy had offered his words of comfort, "He won't touch you," It wasn't as comforting as I'd hoped.

More and more women were dying, and it was freaking me out.

I even went far enough to begin to try my hardest to stay unseen. I'd always try to convince Envy to let me stay indoors (he never went for it, but it was worth a try) or I'd hide behind him. I wouldn't look anyone in the eye.

I started to feel really stupid.

But hey, I was trained for, what…a month? I wasn't in the military for very long and I never had my heart in it.

So I had a fairly liable excuse to be a weak little girl.

I mean, weak girl.

Not little.

And I wasn't in denial, no matter what Envy says. I'm just not short.

But, one day, when Envy blatantly ignored my pleas for him to stay, he left me sitting alone at some corner restaurant.

Yeah, he left.

I even begged him to stay.

So, here's how it went.

Me: Envy, no! Can't you stay a little longer? Please? Or take me with you, I don't want to be alone!

Prince of evil and anything else considered execrable (P.E.A.C.E--shut up, it was a coincidence): Amber, calm down, I'm going to be gone for five minutes, that's all.

Me: (insert adorable pout--I'm not gonna' lie, I can be pretty cute when I want to be) But Envy, I don't like being alone, I--

P.E.A.C.E: Listen, Amber, you don't need to worry. I doubt this Barry the Chopper will attack in broad daylight, and besides, I won't be gone long.

Me: Envy! Please, I just don't want to be left--

And then he just left.

That's right, up and left me! In the middle of my sentence! Couldn't he at least wait until I was done talking before he was terribly rude to me?

So here I was, alone, worrying my ass off.

"Hello Miss, Why--"

And I screamed.

Loud.

I'm serious. See? That shows just how up tight I was.

When I turned around (this was when I stopped screaming, mind you, and everyone was staring) A brunette woman was standing behind me.

"Hello," She chuckled. People began to turn around and mind their own business.

"Uhh…" I muttered nervously, "…Hi…"

"Why so nervous?"

My eyes darted around me when she pointed out my nervousness, "Nervous? Nervous? I'm not nervous! Eheheh….."

She stared at me funny, then laughed.

"What's got you so upset?"

I sighed, "This whole Barry the Chopper ordeal, it's scary…aren't you worried?"

She looked taken aback, "Why, of course, but I feel we shouldn't all worry so much about it. When death comes, it comes."

I screwed up my face in a confused--not to mention disgusted--manor, "Yeah," I agreed, sarcasm dripping off my tongue, "And being chopped into pieces when you have so much more to live for is a great way to go."

She chuckled, and I was starting to get freaked out by this girl. She had a sort of chilling demeanor, and that lazy look in her eye…it was a little unnerving.

"I can tell you there's definitely nothing to worry about." she smiled warmly, "Would you allow me to show you something? To calm your nerves?"

And to this day I have no idea what came over me.

I agreed.

I said yes.

And I almost immediately regretted it.

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Envy

For some unexplainable reason, when I came back to the restaurant and I found her gone, I panicked.

It had happened before, right? Her being lost? But for some reason--well, maybe it was her paranoia getting to me.

But when I walked into that restaurant and saw her gone, I nearly punched the nearest thing to me.

Which just so would have happened to have been the bartender, and I would've been more than happy to do it--but maybe later.

There were more important things at the moment.

Of which involved a certain tiny, bright eyed girl.

I roughly pulled the bartender back (he was beginning to walk away) and asked one question; "Where is she?"

It was simple and unspecific, and I was almost positive he wouldn't know who I was talking about.

But he did.

"She-She left only a minute ago with a brunette woman…" He stuttered, "Th-th-they turned that way, sir…" He pointed to the left outside the door. I let go, and rushed out.

What was this, the third time?

How irresponsible was she?

Well, it didn't matter, because I would find her.

Ohh, I would find her.

And she wasn't going to leave my sight again.

--

I ran, and as a homunculi, I'd hope I was a fast runner (I was, no need to worry), and soon came across many a suspicious area.

Alleyways, backstreets, and even more, and I didn't find her. But when I heard her voice, hers and someone else's, I was nearly relieved.

That is until I came across an old van and immediately became suspicious.

"Wh-what do you think you're doing?" It was Amber's voice, it was muffled and I could barely hear it, but it sounded so full of fear I nearly barged down the door.

Okay, scratch that, I got so close I had to stop my fist just before it hit it.

"Calm down, lovely," I gritted my teeth, "It'll all be over soon."

"No, wh-what are y-you going to do with that? G-get away from me!"

I don't know if it was the man's next comment; "It won't hurt for long…" or not, but I know one thing that'll most likely haunt me forever.

Amber screamed.

She screamed my name.

And that's where I lost it.

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Amberlynn

It wasn't exactly what I envisioned happening. I imagined more or a sneak attack or something.

But I couldn't have been more happy.

Now, I don't know what caused me to call for him. Maybe it was the fact he'd saved me before, or because he was the closest thing to a friend I had here, but I knew it paid off.

Because he was here now.

That butchers knife that had been scraping against my shoulder was now thrown across the room. And Envy stood over me.

Barry--that woman turned out to be much worse than I had thought, she was him in disguise--was on the other side of the room.

Envy had a look to kill, but as much as I wanted that guy to die, I guess I kind of distracted him from that by my next action.

I don't know what triggered it, but--as I began to cry (yes, cry, have you ever been in a near death experience then have the love of your life come to save you and not cry?

--err, I mean…--cough--because I haven't had that experience either…)

(anyway)

I threw my arms around him and buried my head in his shoulder.

He froze up, and I guess I kind of distracted him, because when Barry the Chopper charged and tried to stabb him with the knife, he actually got hit.

I fell back, tears still soaking my cheeks (and though it pains me to admit it, I kind of missed Envy being so close--it was kind of comforting) and stared as Envy pulled the knife out.

Of course the wound healed immediately, and as Barry's eyes widened, Envy's glare intensified. I knew what was coming, and I clamped my hands over my eyes.

There was a scream.

It kind of died out slowly, at an agonizingly slow pace.

And then silence.

I felt someone's hands on my arms, prying my hands from my face. And as I hesitantly opened my eyes, I came face to face with Envy. He was blocking the view of te remains of Berry the Chopper.

Guiltily craving the comfort I had gotten for that split second, I threw my arms around him (yes, again) and pulled myself closer.

Again, he hesitated, and when I did begin crying again, and I sobbed into his shoulder, he very (and I mean very, very, very) slowly wrapped his arms around me.

I think he picked me up, I wasn't really paying attention, and took me away. I know That guy deserved to die for all he got, but I wondered what people would say tomorrow. Would it be secret hero? Or secret murderer?

My sobs reduced to a quieter volume, and I still had the aftershock of crying my heart out. I suppose he had carried me all the way to a place to stay--I wasn't sure where it was--because he laid me down and gently (well, as gentle and Envy got) pried my arms off of him.

"Get some sleep," His voice was softer, but it still had that edge to it. Of course, I suspected as much, but I took pride in the fact he seemed to be trying awfully hard. He didn't seem used to this whole…caring ordeal.

I sniffed quietly, burying myself in the blankets of the bed. I turned around to catch him opening the door.

"Envy?" I called, my voice hoarse, and he turned around, "Thank you…" I said quietly.

He made a strange face--I guess he was confused--and nodded. Then he left.

I rested my head against my pillow and--very quickly--fell asleep.

Okay, tell me if Envy seems too ooc, okay? And help me to make him…more in character.

And yes, Barry dies, I couldn't possibly think of an alternate, I mean, really, would Envy simply let that go when someone tries to cut up his girl?

I don't think he would.

Go ahead and tell me if I'm wrong.

Plus, I don't think homunculi are really supposed to sleep, but they do in my story, for…future purposes…

I'm not gonna say anything, but I need him to be able to sleep, okay? So….work with me here.

I forgot to mention that and I was like, "ohh, people are probably like, going crazy,"

Idunno, maybe it's just me who gets annoyed when people screw things over major in fan fictions.

Whatever, please review!!!

Oh, and offering cookies and other sugar filled pastries will usually make me update faster!!