"Colonel I think you need to calm down." Hawkeye yelled over the repeated explosions. However there was no "CALM DOWN"... Roy was PISSED! And he could be pissed for good reason. They had been so close; SO CLOSE to getting Edward back, and yet he slipped through their fingers like... like... He didn't know what! All he knew was Ed was gone... TAKEN by Envy and his FUCKTARD buddy Pride.

"FUCK MY LIFE!" Roy growled as he blew up the nearest abandoned building.

Hawkeye sighed and let him go off with his anger escapade and sat on the roof of the car with Al and Winry. Armstrong and Havoc were watching from a closer range. This was completely out of protocol but she let her hair down from its clip and watched as the colonel blew off much needed steam.

"Um... Miss. Risa?" Winny's voice was small, like a peep from a baby bird. It was as if she didn't want Roy to hear her. Hawkeye looked at the young girl who had called her, looking at her from head to toe. She had long red hair now, she must have dyed it for that new fellow of hers. But she still wore it the same, a chip of hear on the crown of her head and long locks down her back. She wore a white v-necked tee-shirt and the short little navy blue skirt. Those blue eyes looked at her with uncertainty.

"Yes?"

"Does Roy like Ed? I mean could there actually be a relationship there?" she whispered.

"WHAT?"

Ed threw the ball and hit the wall and it bounced back. The repeated motion of it was constant and the sound was something he liked. Ka-thunk Ka-thunk Ka-thunk... over and over again. What was he going to do? Eat the stone, or die where he sat. Gosh this was a hard choice. They had him under constant severance, which meant Pride was in the room somewhere lurking, watching his every move. If he tried to leave, he'd be cut down where he was. If he decided to eat the stone... he would live... but no longer have humanity. He'd still watch Al grow old... be he himself would be left to age at a rapidly slow rate.

He sighed and let his head fall back on the bed. It was times like this when he wished he really didn't give up his Alchemy. If he still had it, he wouldn't have been such a... lacker. Someone who wasn't afraid of dying. "Heh," Ed laughed. He had such sprit when he was younger. Dared to do things that no normal person could have ever done... however he was always like this. Why should this be any different?

"Who was he?" Ed asked to himself. He remembered the man who had come in. The man with Hawkeye and Havoc... Armstrong too. For the life of him he couldn't remember his name. His face seemed so... soo... ... Like some kind of car. Lexus? No that wasn't it. ... was it... Camri? No... Mustang . Mustang was his name. He had forgotten it thanks to the guy who was fucking him senseless...

No wasn't the time to think of his departed "Master". Ugh the fact that he even forgot Mustang tributed to the fact that he was weak. ...

"Fuck my life..." Ed whispered then threw the ball at the lamp that was in the corner of the room. Envy grunted and landed on his ass and laughed. He laughed good. Full-heartly. It was a bellow of laughter.

"Pretty Good Runt." he rasped.

"Thanks. I needed the target practice..."

"What do ya want? I'm under orders not to influence your choice."

"I know... but... I have a question."

"What is it runt?"

"Could you work on memories? I mean if I decide to eat the stone... does it work on memories?" Ed asked.

"Why would you want to know?" Envy asked.

"Because... I don't want to remember anything."

Envy narrowed his eyes as he looked at Ed. He knew Envy had a shotgun loaded with questions and was getting ready to fire them off when the door opened. Father stood on the other side. His face smiled as he looked at Ed and Envy.

"How about I do you one better?" Father asked as he entered the room, shutting the door behind him. "Pride?"

"Yes father?"

"You may leave."

"Yes father." Pride said and left.

"What do you mean do me one better?" Edward asked.

"Why don't I replace your memories?

"Father," Envy rasped.

"Hush child. I can replace your memories and give you memories... of a love that is true."

"Love?" Envy and Ed asked.

"Yes... You shall be Envy's mate."

"Drive a knife through me Father! I can't date the runt!"

"Whaddaya say Edward? A memory full of pain and Rape, or a love filled on with Envy."

Ed thought for a long time, the quiet in the room increasing. "I choose... A life with Envy."