OMFG! i'm so sorry people! i'm an arse. ive been very busy with internal's and my upcoming externals for school! so here's the next chapter, ill update ASAP! I hope you enjoy this average length chapter, and i Do not own FMA, although i wish i did, but then i would likely ruin it!
Chapter 11: the Homunculi and Pride.
The next few days were rough that was proven. The solders' had been forced out of the large facility as more terrorists had invaded the country. Pride was getting more and more suspicious of his siblings. It wouldn't be too outrageous for them to pull a stunt like this. Ever since the killings of the three terrorists that he had 'supposedly' murdered almost everyone didn't trust in the least.
It didn't bother Pride all that much, he wasn't a social butterfly.
Although Pride has no memory of the day, it was confusing him that he remembered Mark and Jamieson. He had met them that day of the attack and he doesn't remember a thing. He was indeed a strange and bizarre person but he had never killed a person before in his life. That was more of his brothers' behavior. Envy was the one that enjoyed murdering countless people. He was the complete opposite; he absolutely despises it.
What person could take pleasure in killing–murdering– a life? Envy, apparently.
Although Pride couldn't say, it wasn't possible. Murders have happened when he was in the area, all of them went missing and only thing was left was a large puddle of blood. And every single time, he doesn't remember doing anything at that time, not knowing if he even went to bed.
But for some reason Pride always felt a strange emotion flood through him when he heard of the killings. He had no idea if it was guilt, anger, sadness, happiness – it was just an unknown feeling. His body had begun to start to get more and more sore, his back stiff and having to always stretch before doing anything that resulted in a lot of movement.
He had started feeling more and more empty. He was getting depressed and some days didn't want to get out of bed. If he was lucky, a solder would carry him so he didn't have to walk. He didn't care about his pride anymore, he was dying and what good would it do. It wouldn't solve his inevitable death.
As days would go by his condition worsened.
"What are we to do with him Roy? He's slowing us down and he's dying. I don't know why you still insist on keeping him around," says a black-haired major named Knuth. Roy sighed deeply, they always asked him that. Did anyone get that he looked identical to Edward Elric? But Roy can't get out the feeling that Pride knows something.
"He's a good source of information," Roy started before a surge of anger exploded. " If you leave him, abandon him, ill demote you in an instant you hear me, don't forget that!" Knuth wasn't surprised by the answer. It was always a threat to their career. Roy wanted to keep Pride close, that much was obvious, what for? Nobody knows.
"I promised Alphonse that I'll bring Edward home. I wont break that promise," Roy whispered looking up at the moon lit sky.
When the group arrived in the outskirts of Central City, it was pitch black, the sky was overcast and it was also a new moon. Pride was still being held uncomfortably on one of the taller beefier soldiers shoulder, Pride didn't complain, he couldn't be bothered. It didn't take him long to fall asleep on the man's shoulder.
The walk was long and dreary and you could smell the smoke coming from the city. The smell of smoke was strong enough to awake Pride from his slumber. When Prides eyes saw his surroundings, he was tense with anticipation, his siblings were near, the feeling was intense and they were probably on kilometers away. "Hey are you alright up there?" asked the man who was carrying Pride. "I'm fine, but probably not for long," Pride said a worried tone escaping his mouth.
"Colonel, we need to get out of here now!" Roy was surprised at the name, he was a general and everyone else was a major. But Roy didn't get to ask before large amounts of red lightning erupted around the small army.
Pride recognized lightening, his eyes widened as he saw they had just walked into a human transmutation.
Pride's already weak body, felt like it was being pushed down by thousands of people. He could hear the other mens screams of pain and agony. But he was unable to help them, his body was completely paralyzed and he could barely move his head. He felt utterly helpless. And he hated it. "It's nice to see you, brother," laughed a voice from outside the circle. Then suddenly, Pride got a thought into his head, he tried to move the shadows like what he does in his head, but they refused to move.
"Come on," Pride groaned.
Another sharp pain radiated from his chest and spread throughout his body, but for that one millisecond the shadows responded. They flew as fast as they could possibly go and cut straight through the man who was doing the transmutation. The man was a human – that Pride knew – and Pride had a basic concept of alchemy, kill the alchemist, destroy the transmutation circle. As the alchemist fell backwards the shadow still lodge in his body, the lightening of the transmutation faded. "Hmph, you surprise me, brother," Envy said with disgust. Pride glared at him with intense hatred. "You rival your brother Wrath in the hatred department, and that's not even your sin."
"Are you just going to lie on the ground like a sniveling boy?" Envy teased knowing that it'll piss Pride off. Suddenly a shadow shot out and split into two shadows and sharp teeth grew and a mouth formed and was about to close itself around Envy when a sharp claw-like spear found itself in one of the shadows eyes. Pride screamed and idly put his hand up to his right eye instinctively, thinking that's where the pain was coming from. The shadows retracted just as quickly as they appeared.