(Alright, this is isn't going to be pleasant, so buckle up and get ready... Relius is here.))

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Relius Clover Research Notes #3 Subject 27 has been transported to its current holding cell, it has been most noisy and angry, cursing my name and that of everyone who was involved in the Murakumo Unit Project…how it learned so much in such a short time, is nothing short of amazing.

Relius Clover Research Notes #6. Subject 27's body is rejecting the chemicals and sedatives I am using to break apart its mind and amplify its pain, but I feel that it will succumb given enough time; the body can only resist so much in the face of this treatment. I will contact Captain Ichimaru for transport of more of the drugs I desire.

Relius Clover Research Notes #9. Subject 27 has finally lost its soul, I am pleased to see how well it is responding to my experiments and its conditioning for battle, and soon, we can begin the next phase of its training and enhancement. Then, and only then, can we field against it those who would interfere with our plans.

Relius' Clover Research Notes#12. Subject 27 has been responding well to the bodily implants it has been given, its alchemic powers have been greatly enhanced by the termination of its former mind and soul. I am pleased to see how soon it will be ready for combat, Terumi and Ichimaru are eager to test it as well…the results of what we have accomplished will be most impressive if they are right on the emotional reaction of those we shall use Subject 27 against.

Darkness shrouded a hallway, shadows leaping out at a man who walked down it; a womanly form blocked these shadows.

Two clawed arms protecting him from the angry darkness that wished his demise. The man himself wore a gold mask with white slits for his eyes, over his shoulders he wore an elaborate pink and magenta cape, with a gold bow shaped plate, white ruffle, and purple jewel, and finally two silver hoops were connected to the ends of his cape. Underneath that, he wore a purple and black shirt, with white gloves over his hands. Black and purple boots with gold toes and a silver buckle stride forward through the darkness, the shadows nipping at his white pants angrily before the womanly figure knocks them away.

With a click of his boots, he stops at a door, opening it; he smiles thinly at a man strapped firmly to an operating table. The man had dirty black hair, covered in dried blood, sweat, and various tools strapped to parts of his head. Hateful black eyes stare at the other man's masked face, the man's voice rasps out brokenly,"…come…to... fuck…with me…some more….Relius…?"

His voice spits out Relius like a hateful slur, cursing the name of someone so utterly vile, the man, Relius, walks up to the black haired man, his thin smile never fading away,"…Colonel Roy Mustang…once, you were a rising star in the NOL Miltary, coming from nowhere and taking position after position faster than one could imagine. Then, you found something you shouldn'-" Roy cuts him off with a harsh yell," YOU WERE CLONING THEM! BODIES FOR THE CAULDRONS! Those girls….WHO WERE THEY?"

Relius turns to the womanly figure," Inject him with several sedatives, the usual mix, he has to be aware for this." It nods, and a syringe pumps chemicals into Roy's body, his chest heaving brokenly as he feels the drugs wearing down his body quickly.

With a cold laugh, Relius turns back to Roy," As I was saying, you found something you shouldn't…and now, your body, your soul, and your mind are to be turned to our cause."

Coughing weakly, Roy looks horrified as Relius lowers a small jar with various runes and sigils printed onto it towards Roy's heart," This will be your soul's new home…until we get rid of it, that is." Finishing that sentence with a cold laugh, Roy coughs and tries to yell, but his voice had left him.

Moving around the room, Relius prepares the Jar while Roy struggles futilely to break loose and attack the man," Tell me…that young boy and his brother who left the academy early, they were your charges for a time, after their mother died…were they not Roy?"

He stops to ask, leaning over a machine that slowly comes to live, Roy can only open his mouth in a wordless scream, his eyes rolling around in agony, but through it he can hear that damnable man's voice," You'll do well against them…as foolish children, they won't be able to kill one of their treasured friends…even if you become what you shall be... The foolishness of emotion and the pointlessness of bonds truly astound me with their illogical behavior. Even in the face of all evidence pointed against the truth, a man will deny the obvious because of the' Good times' he once shared with a now enemy."

With a cynical stare at Roy, who was sobbing and screaming at him without a voice, he places the readied jar over a machine. With a bright red blast of light, and a dull hum, it glows, and Roy's scream turns to a loud roar of agony, as who he was as a man, a being, a friend, and comrade…was stolen and placed into that jar.

Pale blue, with red colorations, a small wisp of light is placed into it and Relius nods in pleasure at the final reaction.

Roy's body stops struggling, and it lays brokenly as Relius lets it go from its bonds, the body standing in a position that resembled a marionette without its strings, it shambles around to Relius' watchful eyes,"…Excellent…the reaction to the loss of Subject 27's soul has been a sounding success…and it is as flawless as it ever was in its movements and reactions."

With a whirl of his cape, he gives the soulless body of Roy Mustang its alchemic gloves, with a low pitched moan, it puts them on, and then snaps its fingers without a care, fire forming and burning apart the table it once lay on. It stumbles after Relius as he walks out of the room, holding the jar in which Roy's soul now remained, he turns to the womanly figure as it protects him again from the angry darkness," Take this when we are gone, and get rid of it in the best way you can think of…I refuse to have a possible threat to our plans laying around."

That said, he strides off, the human puppet that was now Roy drooling and staring mindlessly as it follows Relius' stride like a well-trained dog, his soul struggles and burns futilely against its prison as Relius holds the jar tightly.

(And END! This was a doozy, hope I didn't PISS off too many people with what I did to poor Roy…next chapter, we get around to Tsubaki and her partner. ALSO! Be prepared for a lot of the early chapters to be rewritten and lengthened, with more backstory filled in and various information bits talked about.)