Author Notes: Double update babies! This one was originally the second half of Human, but I decided to split them up because the completed piece I was unable to put into a Theme so I split it up, so just imagine this follows off right after Human. Graphic violence, implied rape (very implied) Enjoy!
Destruction
Just as Envy's lovely afterglow had well and truly faded, thanks to the memories of that bastard, his luck turned, whether it was for the better or worse had yet to be seen. As he darted through the streets of Central, a familiar silhouette caught his attention. No, it wasn't the silhouette, but the shining violet eyes above the gleaming black shades that caught his attention.
"Greed." Envy almost purred, sounding far more pleased than he really meant to at finding his wayward younger brother, if you could really call him that.
"Well if it isn't my good pal Envy, or do you still prefer Abomination? It's been a long time hasn't it?" Greed replied, his tone cool and casual as he invited his death.
"I heard you got loose recently, thought you had gotten smart and fled Central." Envy sneered back as he sidled up to Greed, wholly unimpressed by the taller man's bravado.
Greed gave a dismissive shrug. "Had to come back for some things, you know how I am with my possessions." The last word oozing out of his mouth like poison, dripping with portent meant only for Envy.
"You never could let anything go could you?" Envy replied, his patience wearing thin, a danger he chose to communicate by plastering on a threatening grimace, a cruel mockery of a smile that served only to show one's teeth.
Greed's already wide grin only broadened to frightening widths. "Suppose not, still I guess it's better than riding my little brother while pretending to be his in some pathetic attempt to feel human-" If Greed had any more to say he would have to wait as most of his head disappeared in a cloud of red mist and white chunks. Envy almost preened under Greed's accusations of sexual divergence. In truth there was little Envy loved more than having others remark on how monstrous he was in the eyes of humanity. That last comment though, even suggesting there was anything about humanity Envy wanted was enough to earn swift death and Greed knew it. Pity said swift death was so hard to inflict on a homunculus. Even though it was now spread in pieces all over the alleyway, Greed's Cheshire grin still mocked him.
Greed's mostly headless body raised a finger, wagging it back and forth chidingly. "Ah ah ah Envy, you'll never get rid of a bad temper by losing it all the time." Greed completed the gesture with his suitably aggravating fatherly proverb.
Fatherly.
Envy launched himself at Greed, consumed with rage.
In the early stages of their confrontations they always fought more or less like men, dodging and ducking and blocking, wary of letting a blow land unhindered. Greed knew Envy was by leaps and bounds older, stronger, faster and more skilled than he, his Ultimate Shield narrowed the gap in their prowess, but did not close it. With each glancing blow, each parried swipe, they grew more desperate, more angry, more feral.
Both homunculi soon gave in to pure unfettered instinct to bring ruin and destruction to the other, through any means possible, with no heed to personal welfare. Envy's centuries of amassed martial prowess were forgotten for the animalistic brutality he always succumbed to. Greed no longer possessed either the time or inclination to transmute his skin into the shield, too busy just regenerating. So it went as they tore into each with wild abandon, punching, clawing, biting, tearing. Red sparks lit the alleyway, illuminating clouds of black ash as severed limbs disintegrated and were regrown from the red stones at the core of each of these monsters.
To even call what they did fighting would be grossly misrepresenting the events. To call the atrocities they inflicted on each other by any name invented by humans was to immeasurably understate what was happening. They were not simply murdering, raping, assaulting, or battering each other. They had devolved into two inhuman forces, colliding into each other with fists, words, claws, bodies, trying desperately to feel something, to cause some kind of reaction. When it happens, both are stunned, dumbfounded, neither will admit it. As if it had never happened, they turn from each other and walk away, as determined as they just were to create some spark, some feeling, they were now just as determined to pretend they hadn't.