A/N: Oh boy! The theme that describes my thoughts! *brainstorms* *DING sound effect* Idea!

Disclaimer: … No. Also, there is some… descriptive stuff in here. If you hate it, don't read this theme.

Darkness.

Of course, he was trapped in the darkness. It's what happened in almost every other kidnapping that had happened in Amertris. The victim would be knocked out with chloroform and then tied up in a chair in complete darkness.

Ed grumbled unhappily. He was a complete idiot. Letting himself become another helpless victim like the countless that had been rescued from their prisons. They were shaking and smiling hysterically. As if their very sanity was ripped out of their own minds. Some screamed, saying that they wanted to go back or that the men carrying them out were demons. Whatever these people had seen had to be terrifying and enlightening at the same time. The most recent victim that was found was purely silent as she was brought to a hospital. Two hours into her recovery, she managed to find a needle and stab herself in the neck. Effectively committing suicide. Ed had seen and even helped in some of the rescues. Every single saved victim that he had seen had left him feverish and shaking after his job was done.

Some of the captives had broken limbs or nearly sliced open stomachs. Yet, they still smiled and laughed as if they were having the times of their lives.

Ed played with the ropes, trying to find a weakness in them. They were tight enough to gradually slice at his left arm.

Growling, he gave up. He clenched his left fist. His automail arm was gone so he couldn't transmute. Clever, very clever. Ed tapped his foot impatiently.

The quite black surrounding him chilled deeply into his senses. The only thing that Ed could do now was breathe and wait for something to happen.

A deep chuckle pricked at his ears. His eyes looked around for any sign of movement. Footsteps heading towards him made his eyes narrow. Something brushed against his cheek and Ed lashed out, his teeth bared.

"Whoa, Whoa. Easy there pipsqueak."

Ed immediately froze at the familiar voice. Roy? Did he find him already? Surprised, he whispered, "Colonel?"

A light turned on over him causing Ed to blink furiously. Sure enough, the black-haired colonel of the military stood in front of him. A smile of great familiarity spread out faintly across the man's face.

Ed's eyes widened. Then regaining composer, growled lowly, "You gonna… get me out of these ropes now, or…?"

Roy nodded with a tilt of his head. "Sure." He pulled out a pocket knife, quickly set it down on Ed's throat, and said happily, "After they become soaked with your blood of course."

Ed's eyes widened again. He gulped. "What?"

Mustang grinned maliciously. His face and body transformed into one of a teenage blonde, pretty hot, girl. Winry.

She smiled nicely, "Just cooperate with me, Ed. It'll be nice and quick."

Ed then realized what was happening. He was in Envy's clutches, nearly at the doors of death.

Ed gasped as Envy semi-removed the knife from his neck and brought him into a light kiss. His heart beat quickly. Ed tried to yank his face away but Envy grabbed his jaw, holding him in place.

After nearly ten seconds, Envy finally pulled away and smiled sweetly. Ed growled and spat in his face. Envy had flinched away in response. He wiped away the saliva from his cheek and glare at Ed with a confused fire dancing in his eyes, "What the heck, Ed?"

Ed took that moment to shout at him, "Get away from me you monster!"

Envy narrowed his eyes, "Hmm." Suddenly enraged, he plunged his knife into Ed's shoulder. Causing him to yelp, startled. Envy growled, "Now, now. Ed, you don't want to get me mad." Gleaming silver emerged from behind him. Wow, Envy was going all out to play the part of Winry. He had a wrench and everything!

Envy raised his arm, brandishing his weapon. Ed gulped thickly and grunted when Envy smashed it into the side of his skull.

Blood trickled down Ed's neck and he looked up at his torturer as his vision flashed and pulsed with different colored light.

Envy seemed to grumble unhappily. Quickly, he lunged and grabbed Ed's throat, "Now behave. I'm sure you don't want me to hit you again. Right?" Envy narrowed his eyes when Ed didn't answer. His hand slowly squeezed tighter around his prey's windpipe, "Right?!"

Ed squeaked uncomfortably. He choked in a breath and growled silently. There was no way he was going to beg for his life, not to this guy!

Envy's wrench connected again to Ed's head and his vision faded to black.

"Edward? Honey, are you okay?"

Ed opened his eyes to the familiar voice. Green orbs glimmered with concern in front of him. A woman with chestnut hair had her hand gently placed on Ed's cheek.

His eyes widened. His mouth opened to speak, but he couldn't make a sound.

Trisha furrowed her brows, her bottom lip trembled slightly, "Darling, I've been looking for you so long. I have to get you out if these ropes! Everything's going to be alright!" She began fumbling with the ropes when she heard Ed mutter two silent words. She stopped and looked up at him. He seemed confused, with his brows furrowed together. He muttered the words again and Trisha nearly cried at the utter simplicity of them.

"You're… dead."

Trisha grabbed his hand gently and nodded without words. She opened her mouth to speak but only continued nodding. "I'm sorry. But, yes. It's the hard truth of it all."

A/N: *slides in* I know it's weird. Just keep reading, it'll get better. *slides out*

Ed inhaled softly and refused to meet with the woman's eyes.

A hand on his chin had pushed his head up, forcing Ed to look into her green eyes. She had smiled sadly and said, "I miss you." Ed bit his lip secretly. Part of him knew that this was all a lie for his mother could not come back, no matter how hard he could try. However, the broken fragments of his mind screamed for the comfort of the women's arms and of her sweet smell enveloping around him.

A sharp slicing sound echoed from in front of him and 'Trisha' grunted. The trickle of blood alerted Ed to the three dagger-like nails that had protruded from the lady's chest. The haunting crimson liquid seeped from her mouth like venom from a snake's fangs. The smile from before hadn't even faded from her lips as the nails retracted and she fell to the ground in a limp heap.

Ed trembled as his mind struggled to figure out the difference between reality and fantasy. This was utterly too much. The blows to his head earlier must've caused this to happen, or at least cause him to react this way. The truth of the situation was right in front of him, yet, he had no clue why he couldn't reach it.

Footsteps indicated the threat coming forward. The eerie simplicity of the sound made it even more suspenseful. The homunculus, Lust, stepped slowly into the light. Horrible blood, gleaming brightly, dripped from her fingers, leaving a path of red in her wake.

She inhaled quietly and smiled sweetly at Ed.

He only looked up at her expectantly, waiting for her to make a move.

They stayed like that until shuffling from in front of Ed redirected his attention towards it.

The newly killed women had turned black and disfigured… as though someone had crushed it with a statue and then burned the rest of the life out of it.

But it wasn't dead. The broken limbs slithered longingly across the floor and the lungs within the shattered confines of its ribcage worked their magic. Gasping in breaths of life, it seemed the look up at Ed. The eyes that had been clouded with confusion and loneliness, widened and shined with a new sort of hungry and excited emotion.

Ed didn't even realize that Lust had stepped off to the side, letting her partner do the work.

The failed transmutation crawled desperately towards him, gasping in the strength that the air provided.

Ed pushed himself hard against the back of the chair he was roped to. He looked around for any solutions to his situation. Coming up empty handed, he heard a creak coming from the chair he sat on. He turned his head to look forward but nearly cried out in fright. The thing was holding itself above him with it's crooked fingered hands place on the arms of Ed's chair. Blood drizzled from the cracks in its mouth and onto his face and shirt.

The mouth of the creature opened slightly and red stained teeth bared in a sick, crazy smile.

Ed gulped and started to struggle against the ropes that held him tight. He needed to get at least one of his limbs free!

And raspy sounding laugh had echoed throughout the room and the malformed being transformed into, the son of a bitch, Envy.

He smiled a shark-like grin, "Hello." He studied Ed and noticed his struggling. "Seems you need some help there, pipsqueak."

Ed paused at glared at him, "I'm not a pipsqueak!"

Envy seemed to chuckle, "Right." Lunging forward, he grabbed the ropes and tore Ed free. Before Ed could move, however, Envy had him by the front of his shirt and thrown him into the ground.

Grunting, Ed pushed himself up to a standing position and looked around aggressively. Envy was gone. It seemed as if he let him out just because he wasn't being a good show to watch. The funny thing was, Ed was the one Envy and the other's were after, why would-?

"Big… brother... Ed"

Ed froze. It was the one voice he never wanted to hear again. Turning towards the pained grunt, he backed up wearily.

"Why does… it hurt?"

A white chimera with brown fur sprouting from it's neck and top of it's head, limped out from the darkness that was enveloping it. It looked up at Ed and tilted it's head, "Why did you… hurt me?"

Without warning, the Chimera lunged at Ed with a feral cry.

Panicking, Ed brought up his arm to protect his face as he was slammed to the ground. Human-like teeth grabbed onto his arm and began to shake it furiously. The claws on each of the paws ripped through Ed's clothes.

Ed yelled angrily and kicked at the creature's chest. A horrible crack emitted from one of the Chimera's ribs, it whimpered, and backed off. Ed stood up once more and before the Envy turned Chimera could attack again, he delivered a swift kick to it's head. It yelped and backed away into the darkness.

Ed stood their, panting from the quick fight that seemed like only five seconds. Calming down his racing heart, he stood and slowly backed away to where he was sure there was an exit.

"Brother?" A metal hand touched Ed's shoulder. Turning around, Al stood behind him.

Ed smiled for a second but then slowly moved away. There was no guarantee that this was Envy, but there was also no guarantee that this wasn't.

Al seemed confused, "Brother, it's me!"

Ed stopped. He looked up at him. He turned his head to see where he had kicked Envy to. White fur was littered there and splatters of blood were spread out around it.

Looking back at Al, he smiled, and rushed up to him as he locked Edward into a hug.

However, the warmth that he had gotten disappeared. For he was being dragged away. Realization hit him, hard. Yelling, he started struggling. Someone was pulling him away. Their arms holding him by the armpits.

He screamed, trying to escape, he saw Al try to follow him, but only to be knocked away by the threat.

"Let me go you bastard!" Edward screamed.

The loud ring of a gun being shot assaulted his ears and he noticed a bullet shaped hole in the front of Alphonse's armor. There was no doubt that the blood seal was shot through as well.

It was as if Ed's heart stopped. The only noise he could make was silence. The empty suit of armor clattered to the ground and when the last clank rang out, Edward screamed.

The moments that passed were a blur of struggling and tears. Ed didn't even realized that he was brought outside the building and into street where an ambulance and officers of the military stood.

The person that was dragging him let him go, and before Ed could make a run for it, someone else had him in an embrace.

Ed fought against it but soon his brain snapped into sanity when he heard the calm voice of Roy Mustang.

The word that he spoke comforted Ed on a small level. He just wanted his brother back.

"Edward?"

Ed jumped when he heard it. Relief spread through him as milk that spreads over a cookie… worst analogy ever.

It was all Envy. The murderous Roy, the love seeking Winry, the resurrected mother, the dead one too, the hostile Nina, and Al. It was all him.

Adrenaline seeped away. The sting from Envy's claws and the dizziness from his past concussion made him lean closer into the embrace that the Bastard Colonel still had him in.

Edward smiled and started to cry again for reason he didn't know. Happiness, relief, pain, helplessness? There was no answer.

A/N: I started this theme out great and Writer's block practically made me want to throw it in the trash by the end. I'm sorry.