A 'sequel' of sorts to 'Torture' :3

Prompt: Thanks
Genre: Horror (again)
Rating: T+ (It doesn't even exist but oh well xD)
Warnings: MURDER and insanity... and an OOC Ed. And past RoyEd.

Disclaimer~

t . h . a . n . k . s

"Hey, Mustang," Ed said with a certain mocking lilt to the man's name.

Roy forced himself to look at the blonde alchemist - something that he'd had trouble doing since their rather messy break-up the week before. "Yes, Fullmetal?" he asked as blankly as possible.

"D'you know where that crazy Kellar guy went?"

Roy raised an eyebrow. "Why do you want to know?"

Ed scoffed. "Just tell me."

Roy exhaled under his breath. "He's being held at the Central County Prison just downtown."

"Are there lots of guards?"

Roy narrowed his eyes. These weren't ordinary, run-of-the-mill questions one asks about insane torturers. "A few."

Ed made a humming noise of something like agreement, before strolling towards the door and grabbing his coat. He turned just as he had the door open and smirked at his ex. "Thanks."

"Hey."

Corporal Whitefield looked down at the short man with a raised eyebrow. "Who are you?"

A flash of a silver pocketwatch had his back straight and his hand at his forehead. "I-I'm sorry, sir, I wasn't-"

"Nah, don't worry about it." Ed grinned. "I won't tell the higher-ups you were sleeping on duty if you let me in."

Whitefield's face lit up in both relief and alarm. "Let you in to-"

"The prison, yes. And don't tell anyone else, either."

Whitefield was stuck - either he let the boy in and risk punishment... Or not, and be guaranteed punishment. "Okay. Here's a pass."

Ed accepted it gratefully, before strolling through the now-open gates. With a wink as he passed, he said, "Thanks."

"Excuse me, but who are - oh, I'm so sorry, sir!"

Man, this thing is useful.

"Are you here to inspect the-"

Ed cut the muscular prison guard off. "Nah, I'm just here to see someone."

The man's eyes widened slightly. "Uh, who-"

"James Kellar."

There was a visible pause in motion as the prison guard reached for the keys to the cell, but he didn't question why on earth this short boy with an eye-patch wanted to see the insane torturer.

Ed gestured for the man to go first, and as he led Edward down the narrow corridor to James's cell, Ed could practically feel the palpable tension radiating off him.

The cell was opened, and Ed was ushered inside. He heard the click of the door behind him, and a vengeful smirk spread across the youthful face, illuminating an eye hell-bent on revenge.

"Hello," Ed said to the man curled in the corner.

"Hello," James said back, though it seemed even in his mentally unstable state he could tell a kind voice from a cruel one, as he subconsciously drew further into the corner of the cell.

"I'm here to give you something," Edward proclaimed suddenly. "Equivalent Exchange and all that."

James nodded, not quite sure what to do.

Ed slowly knelt down next to the scruffy, unkempt man, and touched their noses. "I'm very grateful for what you did for me, you know," he whispered, his breath only faintly tickling the air around him. "You gave me scars that will never fade, you gave me a whole new type of fame, and... You gave me Roy's hate."

Ed quickly drew out a concealed dagger from a sheath on his thigh, making sure James could clearly see the serrated edge before he made it a new sheath - in James's stomach.

"You gave me so much, James. So I just wanted to say..."

James made a gurgling sound as he coughed blood onto Ed's face.

Ed's grin widened. "Thanks."