Dear Reader,
Hello my duckies! so happy to be uploading! I'm very pleased with this chapter, and am glad to say it's a delightful cliffhanger! I love leaving my babies on edge! Well, reviews are always welcomed! I've already started on the next chapter, because, let's face it, I've recently been sucking at uploading. Oh, and I have officially gotten myself kicked out of the 11th grade. Wonderful. Now I do virtual school..But, hey, more time to write I guess :) And recently I've rewatched the entire Samurai Champloo series...Gawd, Mugen and Jin are super bad assess. And HOT TO TROT! I've also watched all of the Inuyasha movies, and let me say just one more thing...I WISH SESSHOMARU WAS REAL SO I COULD EAT HIM! Ahem, and without further adue, His Amethyst Eyes, chapter 25;
-Ramona F.
P.S- This chapter is based off of episode 47! watch to understand the action scenes kiddies!
One Death at a Time
"Envy..." Dante moaned under her breath. Her cold hands tightened their nearly lifeless grip in his long silken hair as the sin softly kissed her pale neck. The woman leaned her head back onto the pillow of her giant, four poster bed as the teenager bit down on her snow cold skin, sending goosebumps down her spine.
"Hurry...We don't have much time..." She breathed as her grip tightening in his hair almost painfully, but only slightly annoyed the sin.
Obeying her wish, Envy brought his knee up to part her legs. It was true, they only had a short amount of time to be together, since he was assigned to retrieve the younger Elric later at that buffoon Tucker's lab. He thought it silly that she would corner him like this when she needed him else where.
"Mmmm...Please Envy..." she whispered, parting her legs and revealing the puckered, purple flesh that was between her upper thighs. Momentarily disgusted, Envy wrinkled his nose.
Frowning into her sickly sweet skin, the humunculie had other things on his cloudy mind.
His thoughts turned to his father with a mixture of disdain and something that felt oddly like...Regret? Sorrow? He wasn't quite sure. Envy figured that he regretted not being able to kill him with his own two hands, as he remembered vowing shortly after that bastard left him to start his new family. He recalled spending time with the man...Recalled his fatherly smile...Remembering him brought a wave of nausea and both nostalgia to over come him, but still, he let a bitter smile grace his snow white lips.
So...That bastards finally gone, is he?
Sadness flickered in his half open eyes for a moment, before he let them close tightly.
He couldn't help the anger he felt when he thought of Dante killing him before the sin had his long awaited chance to. The nerve of her! Taking what was rightfully his...
Envy growled against her skin.
Still angry with her, and truth be told, not wanting to be with her at the moment, he teased her by disobeying her instructions to take her as she had so desperately wished. The thought of even kissing her had him queasy, and the promise of going any further was sickening to the shape-shifter. Despite his current displeasure, a part of him was telling him he had to do these things. Had to take her or else...Or else he momentarily would fear something bad would happen. That he would be punished. Envy thought it ridiculous, to be punished for not fucking the woman as she wished, but still, she possessed some sort of power over him. Which was another reason for Envy to question the current situation...
Was he doing this really of his own free will...?
He was no fool. On the contrary, when Envy wished it, he could be quite intelligent. So the feelings that where over coming him now, and the nagging sensation in the back of his mind, telling him to obey along with the flood of strange emotions and memories...It just didn't make sense to the teen.
Hesitating before biting down on the gasping woman's skin, Envy momentarily recalled being with that girl the night before ...He recalled how her lips tasted...Eyes ablaze and alight, warmth spreading beautifully to her cheeks. Not at all like the corpse he was now seducing. That girl was completely different...Unique...
Hatred and desire burned within him, recalling their lustful encounter wistfully. So different from the one he was currently taking practice in.
Envy smiled evilly against the skin of the rotting woman, remembering the taste of the girls blood. It had been delicious and sweet, just as it was in his hazed memories. He wondered for a moment what the girl was doing...The last time he had seen her had been after his manic episode in the foyer. He had curtly thrown her into a room and ordered her not to leave, insulting her than threatening her, and finally slamming the door behind him. Moments late Dante had found him...Which led to his current situation of pleasing his master.
He remembered, with slight annoyance, that she hadn't said a word to him. Only had looked up with those damned eyes of hers. Those eyes which he hated, yet desired all at once. He knew what Dante told him about her...How she was evil, just as the Elric's and his blasted father. But something about her was...Obscure than the way Dante had described her. She didn't seem very evil to Envy...And he, being a villain himself, could sense evil in another. And the girl held no menacing presence, no ill will toward him. If anything, she was trying to remind him of something, trying to convince him of something...But he had been told not to listen to her so called "lies". But now that the sin thought of it, he had detected no faults to what the girl said. She had been telling the truth to him when he asked how they first met, a question he asked more out of bored curiosity than anything else. And what she answered hadn't been a lie...He could sense in her voice that she told nothing but the truth when she spoke.
Could it be that Dante was wrong? That she was-
Dante suddenly pushed him away from her. His predatory eyes snapping open, thoughts flying from his mind, he stared down at the dark haired woman with a emotionless expression. Her pale eyes looked over his features, searching for something within him.
Staring into her blue eyes, he unconsciously compared them to the humans.
His upper lip curled slightly.
"What's wrong with you?" he finally asked, backing away from her to sit on his knees. He really could care less, but he could tell she was trying to get his attention. She would sometimes do that, and it annoyed the sin to no end. He really, really didn't understand her...
"I should be asking you that." Dante said coldly, her eyes narrowing.
Envy bared his teeth, but didn't say anything in response to her accusation.
They sat in a stale silence for a good five minutes before she asked, with slight suspicion; "Did something happen? With you and that girl"
Envy blinked once, "No." He automatically lied.
She can tell?
Alarms went off all through his head, but he remained calm, having gained decades of experience on the skill of lying. He wrinkled his nose in disgust and looked at her as if she was insane.
"To think I would touch that human wench. What's wrong with you?" He hissed.
She stared into his eyes for a few moments, then let a coy smile grace her lips. She sighed heavily, the tilted her head to the side.
"It was silly of me..." she said softly.
He only grunted in response, looking away from her to the door.
Slowly sitting up, she brought with her the coldness the alchemist always carried around with her lifeless form. It radiated from her rotting, disgusting flesh and made him slightly pull back. He noted that the human was warm...And her shoulders and chest where not the color of the ugliest of bruises that he knew human flesh could sustain. The rotting flesh smelt ghastly, but she concealed it with a terrible perfume which burned his nose and made it itch. He remember Hohenhiem wearing it as well...
"Am I beautiful?" She asked, lacing her hands behind his head as she smiled softly, bringing his attention back to her eyes.
Envy averted his eyes from hers as he answered, "Yes."
Her lips inched closer to his, "Do you want me?" She whispered.
Envy stiffened. She had asked him this before. Countless times. And every time he would answer yes. It would flow from his mouth. But now...He didn't. And he knew he didn't. The sin wanted nothing more than to be alone...Away from her.
Looking down into her cold eyes, Envy tore himself away from her. In moments he was on his feet as his other half screamed to get back on the bed. But he didn't listen to that part of himself.
"Envy?" Dante asked, clearly confused by his actions.
The green haired teen didn't answer, only turned sharply on his heals and made his way to the doorway, teeth bared and fists clenched. His head began to pound, his body screamed to turn around...
"Envy!" She called, angry now by his clear dismissal of her orders.
Opening the massive double doors, Envy stepped out into the darkly lit hallway, not looking back as his name was screamed once again. He let them swing shut behind him.
Even though he had managed to break away, he still felt troubled. He fidgeted and began stomping down the hall.
Why?
Images of a smiling man with sandy blond hair repeated in his brain. The man smiling sadly at him, then turning to leave out a doorway...Images of watching the man in trees, late at night, as he could see with his strong eyes the small family he had made...The gurgling, smiling child in his arms...Edward Elric. He recalled the jealousy that burned within him...And the new name which he had been given because of it.
Why did he leave?
He punched a wall, but continued on, not caring about the splinters of wood that where now pushing themselves from his hand.
Why did she kill him?
As he closed his burning eyes, he recalled the first time he had met his father...The way he was now.
Mist enveloping around his body. A dark, dense room with an awful smell. He felt that his body was...Mangled. Pulsing. Oozing. His breath came out in rasps from the twisted, strangled mouth, giving momentary life to a body that he could barely call a form. As the mist cleared he saw a man. He was on his knees, with his head bent forward and blood on his shaking hands, glasses catching in the dim light.
"William?" the man asked, lifting his tanned face to stare into the mist with golden eyes.
William? He remembered thinking as the man slowly held out a bloody hand, fingers sprawling.
As the mist fully cleared, and the mans golden eyes fell on what the creature guessed was his own misshapen form, the man stiffened, then recoiled. Tears fell from the mans eyes.
From his twisted lungs he let out a screech that was hardly human.
"Um...?"
Envy opened his eyes to find a pair of blue orbs to be looking up at him in questioning.
Looking about himself, the sin realized he was slumped in the doorway to the room he recalled throwing her in. His hand on the door handle was shaking along with the rest of his body, his breath coming out in ragged, labored breaths. Envy had no clear memory of walking to this room, and he could not fathom his reasoning for coming...
Blinking a few times and trying to clear his aching head, the girl continued to stare up at him, what seemed to be confusion and worry in her delicate eyes.
"Are you alright?" she asked hesitantly, her eyes flickering over his facial features in what he guessed was an attempt to access him.
He scowled, "I'm fine."
As he tried to right himself, he found a sense of nausea to over power him, and he stumbled forward a bit. The girl placed her small hand on his chest, trying to support him as his breath blew against her neck. Her smell alarmed him at first, triggering dull memories.
He tasted a bitterness in his mouth.
"No, your not fine." The girl said, and slung his arm over her shoulder much to his surprise.
"What are yo-" he began.
"Just be quiet." She said, interrupting and surprising him once again.
"I told you I'm fine, human..." he hissed through his teeth, trying to break away from her.
Once he was standing on his own, he felt a wave of nausea take him over, and he nearly fell once again. The girl, seeming to wait for this, caught him without so much as a noise when she took on his weight.
The homunculus felt hot, and light headed. He tried to swallow, but found it was impossible to do so. His eyelids also felt heavy, and he couldn't help the fluttering of his eye lids as he suddenly felt tired.
Envy felt his body being laid down of something soft, and his eyes fluttered open to see the girl hovering above him. He frowned as she began to remove his head band.
"Stop...!" he half halfheartedly growled.
Ignoring him, she pulled off the head band. Toughing her soft hand to his forehead, her delicate face became focused. He stared up into her eyes, licking his now dry lips.
She's so strange...So...
"Your really hot..." She commented under her breath, then removed her hand and leaned down. His eyes widened when her face came inches with his. Envy recalled kissing her the night before, and felt a tightening in his groin when his amethyst orbs fell on her pink lips.
His heart fluttering in his chest, Winry pressed her forehead to his, closing her eyes in concentration.
Confused, Envy blinked a few times, a dark blush reddening his pale cheeks.
"What the hell!" he hissed, but she didn't stop.
"Yes...You do have a fever." She said, her sweet breath running over his lips and just daring him to close the gap between them.
He couldn't believe this girl! Here they where, just inches apart, and she wasn't going to kiss him! Wasn't afraid that he might hurt her as he had threatened many times before?
As she pulled away, Envy felt anger swelling inside him, and acted on instinct.
Grabbing the back of her head, despite his ailments, Envy caught the girl in a frantic, sweltering kiss that she returned with surprising flavor. Envy growled into her mouth as he almost savagely parted her swollen lips with his own, then thrust his hungry tongue inside her welcoming mouth. Delighted by her eagerness, Envy grabbed onto what he could feel was her body, then, wanting the dominance he craved, brought her body onto the bed, rolling over her in one quick movement. She gasped into his mouth, but seemed to be strangely used to his startling maneuvers. She gladly arched her back for him. Their bodies formed together in a hot, tangled embrace. He felt ever inch of himself yielding to this girl, and he momentarily forgot who they both were...
How different, he thought in the back of his mind, this was to kissing the other woman.
He could feel her begin to struggle, gasping for air. As a humunculie he could last long lengths of time without breath, and his stamina was outrageous, but she was just a human. Reluctantly, he parted from her lips, but did not move far.
Their breath ragged, hot and steamy, the girls eyes fluttered open to stare into his with confusion and pleasure. Cockily, Envy smirked.
"I want you..." he purred, trailing a sharp nail down her cheek. He saw her shiver, and a surge of delight and dominance coursed through his veins.
"And I will have you..." Whispering, he leaned forward to capture her lips once more in a hot, urgent kiss, but she stopped him, putting a finger to his lips.
He growled, prepared to bite the finger off if he had to.
"N-no..." She whispered, then looked up into his sharp eyes with her own dewy orbs. He could see tears threatening the brims of her eyes, and could not fathom why she would be upset. She was eager just a few seconds ago!
"T-this isn't right...T-this isn't y-you..." She whispered, her voice shaking as she searched his eyes.
The sin couldn't understand what she meant, and batted her hand away to continue what he had started. He would have this girl. He would take her, and then be done with her as he had planned the other night.
Snaking a hand up her shirt, Envy surprised the girl by grabbing onto her breast. She gasped, looking at him with pleading eyes.
"Please," she whispered, "Please don't..."
Anger flashed in his eyes, and he squeezed her tightly, causing her tot cry out in pain. Apart of this pleased and satisfied the sadist within him, while it disturbed him. He knew he shouldn't care about forcing her, while at the same time he did. It annoyed him that she was so willing, then wanted to stop. Was she just teasing him?
Envy narrowed his eyes in rage.
"If it where the Fullmetal pipsqueak, would you not oblige?" He hissed, recalling how the bastard had pursued them when the sin had stolen her. How distraught he had been...The sin didn't doubt for one second that the pipsqueak hadn't had his way with her already...
Envy's blood boiled at the thought of him getting to the girl first. He knew it was ridiculous that he should be jealous when he felt that he hated her, but still...he was, in fact, jealous.
"Answer me!" he nearly screamed into her face.
She began to cry. Tears fell freely from her eyes. He noted that she did not cry like other human women he had seen. Her face did not distort in anguish. But remained the same, and held it's own sorrowful beauty. She only allowed tears to run down her flushed cheeks...He felt the urge to lick them away, wondering what they tasted like...
Despite her current distress, she cupped his enraged face with her small hands. Staring deeply into his confused, angered eyes, the girl gave him a halfhearted smile.
"Please...Please, try to remember...Remember me...Us..." she whispered fiercely, her eyes never leaving his.
As he was about to answer, a knocking on the door behind the pair caused Envy to turn.
Standing in the threshold was a wide eyes Gluttony, who nervously began to suck on his hand at the sight of Envy's enraged face and current situation.
"What, swine?" Envy hissed.
"Master said you go now..." The fat man whimpered.
Envy had almost forgotten the task he had been assigned. Sighing, and lazily staring down at the girl, he shot her a look that told her this wasn't over, then slowly detached himself from her. Wiping away what he thought where remnants of her smell, Envy turned sharply on his heals and, with a dark look on his heavenly face, made his way out the door as if nothing had just transpired between him and the human. He stopped only to slam and lock the door behind him, pausing briefly when he heard the girl burst into a fit of uncontrollable sobs.
Stilling for a moment, he felt a part of him hesitate.
What did she mean? Remember us?
"Envy?"
Sneering, he looked down at the portly man who eyed him with fearful, glowing eyes.
Kicking him in the stomach, Envy laughed his usual, manic howl as the fat sin doubled over in pain. He decided that's what he deserved for interrupting him when he was about to take that wench.
After his laughing fit, Envy moved down the hallways with predatory silence, going to elevator which led to the fuhrers office. He knew he didn't have enough time to run across the deserted underground city. Once he closed the cage door to the elevator, he transformed himself into a plain soldier, smiling a lopsided grin as he made his way up the elevator shaft.
Rubbing his hands in glee, Envy's human face became menacing.
"Ready or not, here I come..."
Using the hard, cold stone of the warehouse Edward made himself a new hand. As the blue light faded, he stood, staring down at the hand with a blank expression. His eyebrow rose slightly, testing out the movements and the hands limitations.
Damn...Win's gonna be pissed...
His heart sank, and he made the hand into a fist. Determination and anger rose up within him. Their search would still be continuing if Alphonse hadn't left them like he had...
The sound of a metal door of some sort opening brought him from his thoughts, and the blond turned to see none other than his brother, and that creature that looked so much like his mother. She stood with a serene look to her pale face, long flowing skirt, ouroboros tattoo and all.
Edward bared his teeth, rising his shoulders slightly in anger.
"I should have know," he hissed, "Step away, right now."
Alphonse nervously looked to the humunculie, who made no intention of moving, them back to his brother. "brother, you don't understand..."
"Ya, she got to me to, Al.." Edward began, staring down the humunculie, "But it's lies, she not our mother."
"I know what she is, all right? But still-"
"She's using our memories to manipulate us, period." Edward interjected, growing angrier by the second. "That thing doesn't have a soul..." he finished, his voice slightly calmer.
He watched with burning eyes as the monster twisted her face into sadness, looking at him with inhuman eyes. "You weren't always so cruel, Edward dear." She said.
He didn't intend to answer her, only stared at the thing with a look of hatred and anger.
Shuffling from behind the two interrupted the family feud, and along came the twisted creature that had once been the alchemist Shou Tucker. His upside down face was more crazed than usual, Edward noted.
"Please Al, once more..." he whispered in his breathy voice, reaching out to the tall fourteen year old with his desperate claws.
Al stiffened, lifting his arm and backed away in surprise and slight fear.
"Tucker...You could have killed Al by bringing him here alone." Edward said, then his eyes became wide once he noted Al's side...
The metal of his armor looked as if it had been eaten through, and their was an ominous, glowing purple light glisten from inside his brothers empty shell.
"The stone has equivalency after all..." Al stated nervously, "He used it Ed. And this is what it took." Al looked away, possibly from shame.
Edward's shocked face distorted into rage once more.
"So he tricked you into coming here, and then did this!" He clenched his flesh hand into a fist and shut his burning eyes tightly, "Dammit there's so many idiots asses I have to kick! I'll have to start carrying a list just keep track of 'um all!" he spewed, then regained his composure. "Come on Al, let's get moving."
It was silent for a moment, before the sin know as Sloth spoke.
"You don't need to worry, Edward."
Edward hunched his shoulders and braced himself.
"Why? You plann'en to bring my brother back to is real body for me? Or are you just going to bring him back to your master and use him until there's nothing left?" Edward ranted.
Slowly, Sloth began to smile, Edward stiffened. That couldn't be good...
"Al step away!"
clapping his hands together, Edward felt the same alchemic rush in his veins. The same he always felt when he preformed alchemy. Blue light enveloped his hand, and he could feel it transforming to his will. Instead of his usual blade, and not wanting to waste too much time here, Edward formed his hand into a machine gun. Aiming at the still smiling woman and the frightening, retreating for of Tucker, Edward began to fire.
Instantly, Sloth transformed herself into a human shaped mass of water. The bullets hit the surface of her body, jolting it and coughing the blue waters to ripple and churn. Once the water began to separate and drop down into a lowly puddle, Alphonse gasped for the creature he let trick him, reaching out for her.
"No!" The younger Elric cried, standing before the puddle protectively.
"Don't be stupid Al!" Edward barked, baring his teeth at his stubborn brother.
Edward watched in hatred as slowly, the humunculie's head began to form out of the puddle she had once been, face contorted into sadness and fear. "Edward your hurting me..."
"Nice try, but I know it takes more than that to kill you!" Edward turned, then took off running as he watched the sin reform herself, her body rising and recoloring from the puddle she had dissolved into.
Boots slapping against the stone floor, Edward could hear Sloth running after him. Suddenly, he was tangled in what he guessed were her arms, now transformed into long spheres of water. He struggled, but was pulled back by the crushing force of the liquid.
"Your mother was talking to you..." She taunted over the loud sound of his thick boots being dragged against the floor and the grunts of his struggle.
He looked back, seeing her pleased smile, and smirked himself as he noted where they where standing. She must have seen this, because she tore her eyes away from him and looked to see where he had led her.
"What is this?" Sloth demanded upon seeing the array he had trapped her in. The strange circles and long cross symbol with the serpent.
"It was the same array that was at Dante's house when I killed Greed." Edward shouted, remembering the moment in which he accidentally killed the only humunculie he knew to be slightly good. "It's designed to seal a homunculus, isn't it?" He asked, looked back to see her eyes wide with alarm, then narrow with confidence.
"That's quite clever of you...But your going to need more than that." The thing boasted.
Edward smirked.
"Oh don't worry, I know. The remains of the human that died. The one the transmutation that created you was supposed to bring back. It can cripple you..." Struggling to dig in his coat pocket as he explained, Edward managed to produce a small, rectangular wooden box. He narrowed his eyes once seeing it, knowing it's content,s but didn't hesitate to ran back to the woman, fighting the currents her restraints made and confusing her. The bounds expanded, and he had just enough time to fuse the bow into her chest. She began to tremble, and her mouth dropped open in shock and what he guessed was pain.
"Brother what is that!" Alphonse cried from the distance.
Slowly, the translucent skin of the woman began to shrivel and turn gray, then begin to dissolve into water, falling to the now shinning ground.
"She's our fake mom Al. This is her weakness...The real thing." Edward's eyes grew momentarily resentful as he recalled digging up his mothers grave to retrieve that weakness.
"What?" Al breathed, seeming to comprehend what his elder sibling was explaining, "You dug up her grave? Without even telling me! What's wrong with you?"
"In case you didn't notice, we're fighting for our lives!" Edward shouted, angered by the blatant stupidity of his sibling.
Slowly, the mass that had once been the beautiful Sloth began to feel about the array, probably trying to wash it away with her little hands.
The tapping of heals from the darkness of the warehouse could be faintly heard.
"Give it up Sloth, "Lust said, emerging from her hiding place, "Your not going to be able to dissolve this transmutation circle." She faintly smiled, raising a hand and turning her hands into blades, "I made sure to carve it out especially deep for you."
Edward looked at the sin, who he strangely could now call his allay. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out the locket which he knew could bind her.
"Thanks, I owe ya one." Edward aid, throwing the silver chain and locket at her without a second thought..
Flinging it away without the bat of an eyelash, Lust smiled, "I hope you don't believe I did all this for the locket, Fullmetal."
Before he could answer, the now weak voice of Sloth spoke.
"Lust, how could you betray our master?"
"Betray? That's an interesting word for you to use, Sloth." then sin said, taking a step closer to her victim.
"What are you two talk'en about?" Edward asked, suspicious.
It was quiet for a moment before Lust spoke again, her eyes seemingly far away.
"Memories. Of the people we were," Looking up at the ceiling, her eyes filled with a sadness, Lust spoke with a soft voice, "They're subtle, but they're real."
Edward watched her as her lip slightly trembled, her eyes gleaming. He couldn't comprehend what she was talking about...Well, he did, but he couldn't believe her. He knew what a humunculie was...A monster. Not the person it was supposed to be.
"It took me a long time to understand what I saw, "She continued, "Books say we shouldn't have memories. Or if we do it's just visions of the alchemist who made us that we see. But they're wrong," Her voice was soft, so so soft, but held a fire that made Edward listen, intently watch her as she spoke, "Those memories are mine. I was...I was an Ishbalan woman, deep in love..."
That's when Edward's anger sparked.
"No you weren't."
Ignoring him, Lust looked down at the mass that was once her companion, "Sloth remembers. But she's let our master fool her into not caring about her sons."
Edward had had enough.
"She 's not our mom!"
"Or maybe she really is, but she;s not yet complete." Lust said, as if she had been pondering over the matter for her entire existence. Maybe she had, but Edward didn't care to ask.
Angrily, he stared at the sin who claimed to have been an Ishbalan in love. The alchemist didn't consider what she said true for a second. He knew what was right. What the facts where.
Suddenly, Al rushed forward Grabbing the box with their mothers remains, he flung it with all his strength, sending it flying across the warehouse and shattering window as it went to an unknown place.
"What the hell are you doing!" Ed said as he rushed in the direction the bow had flown, but was pushed to the ground by Al. His arm shown with a strange symbol, and his brother glowing, soulful eyes looked down at him in warning.
"Just stay down Ed! I'm not gonna let you do this to her."
Getting up, Edward bared his teeth. "Don't you understand if we don't get rid of them their just going to keep hunting you down! They have Winry!" Edward narrowed his eyes, "Or have you forgotten that? Have you let that thing blind you?"
He just couldn't believe him...How could Al let himself be tricked like this? Let that thing into his head?
"No, I haven't forgotten, Ed. But the truth is that Mom's remains paralyze this homunculus, that proves what she is absolutely, and where she came from. We created her that day..."
Getting to his feet, Edward looked up at his brother in annoyance.
"Right, she's a homunculus, we know!"
"Humunculie are born when an alchemist goes against the laws of nature. Whether she has a soul or not, it's our fault she exists!"
"Exactly my point!"
"She's our responsibility!"
Edward held out his hands, "Which is why we're the one who have to kill her!"
"NO!"
"DAMMIT AL!"
"Don't worry," Lust said, interrupting the brothers quarrel as she took a few steps forward,"She's harmless now."
Not understanding what she meant, Edward looked at her in confusion along with his brother.
"What the hell are you talking about, Lust?" Edward asked impatiently.
"Lust?" Sloth asked wearily, looking up from the large amount of philosophers stones she had thrown up. She blinked a few times, as her eyes distinctively changed from amethyst to a dark blue so much like their mothers. Looking up, startled, she seemed to not know where she was.
"W-what's...H-happening?" sloth asked, sounding entirely different from the way she was before.
Edward stiffened, making his hands into fists.
"What's going on!" he shouted at the dark haired sin, who was still staring down at the water creature.
"You ate them, didn't you Sloth?" Lust asked, her voice slightly sad.
Sloth looked down at her hands, which trembled. Her face distorted to sadness, and she closed her eyes, letting tears spill. "I-I'm sorry...S-she...Forced us..."
Running up to Lust, Edward placed his hands on her shoulders and shook her until she looked him angrily in the eyes.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!"
Batting his hands away, Lust hissed at him.
"Don;t you see? The stones where controlling her!" Lust shouted.
Edward's eyes went wide, and his face went blank for a few moments. He didn't understand what she was talking about...For real this time. "W-what...What are you saying?" he asked.
"Do you not remember how Wrath was when you first met him? How carefree and childish he seemed? Don't you think it's a little strange that he changed so drastically? Went for the innocent he was to a monster who wanted your blood?"
Ed recalled meeting the strange boy for the first time, when on the island they where forced to live on for a month as children. He remember the savage, yet childish look in his large eyes. Then he remembered the way his pupils had dilated...The strange red cords that had appeared on his back...studying Sloth, he now noticed that thus cords where gone, as they where on Lust.
"Your...Your right...he was different." Al said.
Edwards shook his head.
"No! That makes no difference! We still have to kill her Al! She's not our mother!"
"But she's not evil, either." Lust hissed.
"She's right Ed!"
"Edward," Sloth said, her blue eyes still dripping with tears, "She's right...Please..."
Edward closed his eyes tight, then shook his head. He ran, ran in the direction he remembered the remains being thrown. He had to end this. Had to get rid of another obstacle to finding Winry. Another threat to his brother and to himself. He didn't know what was true...Didn't know what was happening. But he had to get the remains. Had to kill the creature he had created all those years ago.
Once outside, he looked around, seeing clear blue skies and dirt surrounding the warehouse. Mad, golden orbs darting about, Edward stiffened when he took in the sight of Wrath slowly standing up with the very box Edward had been searching for.
"You were using this to hurt Mom, weren't you?" he asked, voice surprisingly softer than usual.
Edward clenched his hands into fists.
"Your Mom? Wrath, you've got a serious face of confusion ya know."
"I'm not confused at all Edward,"The boy said, slowly looking up at the teen, "I'm just taking away everything that was yours."
"that creature in there isn't my mother either."
"I think your the one that's confused." Wrath said snidely.
"hand it over." Edward demanded, holding out his gloved hand.
Seeing how the sin made no move to return the box, Edward ran forward, about to wrap his arms around the child and claim what was his. Using his agility, Wrath jumped into the air effortlessly, using Edward's head as leverage to bound into the air higher, causing the teen to stagger and grunt. Landing erect a few feet away from the now stumbling blond, Wrath still held the box in his pale hand. The fiend didn't hesitate to bring the remains to his chest and morph it within himself.
Edward's eyes widened and he paled.
Wrath turned to him once he was finished, and Edward watched with wide eyes as the corner of the sins mouth pulled up in an unfriendly, triumphant smirk which revealed rows of razor sharp teeth.
Dammit...!
Lust looked down at the still crying sloth. Blowing a piece of her bangs from her face, the dark haired woman sighed impatiently as she crossed her arms over her plentiful chest.
"Really, now, Sloth...Pull yourself together."
"B-but I-sniffle-c-can't-sniffle-help it! I feel so t-terrible!" The younger sin whined.
"Please mom, don't feel bad." Al tried to sooth her, placing his large hand on the shuttering woman's back.
"Oh Alphonse! I-I'm s-sorry!" She cried even harder.
"Your making it worse, boy." Lust chided.
"Sorry..."
She knew they had to leave soon. Wrath would only cause a problem, and she couldn't save him yet. She had only had enough time for Sloth, ans still had to convince Edward not to kill her. She rolled her eyes and sighed again.
Like that was going to be easy.
A large crash interrupted the silence of the warehouse (save for the sobs of Sloth)
Lust and Al watched as the entanglement of bodies that where both ed and Wrath rolled on the now glass covered floor. Breaking apart and rolling away from one another, Wrath looked up, his eyes wide an alert. He saw his "mother" crying, and then looked to Lust.
"What are you doing to mom!" he demanded.
"Mom?" Al said, clearly confused.
Lust sighed once again.
"Funny, that's what I said. But it turns out that he wants a mother so bad that he's picked himself out a new one." Edward said, rising to his feat.
Lust smirked, and sloth dried her eyes.
"Wrath...?" she whispered, as if not recognizing her beloved boy.
But then again, Lust thought bitterly, I wouldn't have recognized him either.
"GET AWAY FROM HER!" Wrath suddenly shouted, running blindly at Lust and Al at top humunculie speed. And having learned from envy, that was pretty damned fast, Lust noted.
Wrath went to the conveyer belt of guns that were being manufactured in the lonely factory, and began to tough each one as he ran, collecting them on his arm. Lust gasped, her red eyes suddenly wide as she noted the number of guns the boy now had fused with his arm. Wrath shook his arm, numerous clicking sounds alerting lust to run. Even if she couldn't die, without having had the stones in a while it would be harder for her to regenerate. Taking off, Lust wasted no time on running for cover as the boy let out a strewn of bullets in her direction.
"Al! Take Sloth and go!" Lust shouted over the loud noise of Wrath's bane.
"B-but what about you!" Al shouted in the distance as she heard the sound of water slithering inside him.
"Go!" She shouted as she looked out from her hiding spot, hearing his soulless footsteps fading away. Running forward and allowing the bullets to hit her, Lust felt numbly as the bullets lodges themselves deep within her skull, arms...Everywhere. Focused, she whipped out her blades, gracefully running towards the angered child and in one fatal swoop, sliced the guns from his enlarged arm as if they where made of tissue.
Wrath hissed in anger, taking a step back to bare his teeth.
"Go," She instructed the lingering Elric, "I've got Wrath."
Edward looked at her for a moment, then to Wrath. He ran forward, but not before stopping. He didn't turn around as he spoke.
"Don;t get yourself killed. We need you to find Winry."
A curt smile formed on her lips. She fanned out her long blades before her, never taking her eyes off her new opponent.
"You insult me Fullmetal. I thought you had more confidence in my skill."
Wrath hissed and Edward swayed, then looked back for a moment, From her peripheral she could have sworn she saw him smile, but he dashed off before she could determine.
"Now," She purred as the bullets began to push themselves out of her beautiful face, falling to the ground with a clang and landing by her high healed feet, "Don't you think your too old to be crying for mommy?"
Wrath smiled his new manic grin, forming his arm back to normal.
Lust didn't give him the chance. Placing a proud hand on her curvacious hip, she pierced his chest with three fingers. She made the cut clean and deep, but knew it would only take him out for a moment.
Her suspicion was confirmed, after Wrath dropped to the ground for only a moment before he shuddered and breathed. His eyes darted around for a moment, and Lust narrowed her eyes. Going for the head was her best option. It knocked him out longer.
He gasped slightly as he knelt before her.
"You can;t win..."He rasped, then seemed to gather himself and smile, "I'll just keep coming back to life."
Lust, having already known this, stared blankly at the child.
"Oh, that's only as long as the stones are in you," She said, raising her hand with an unfazed expression, "Didn't you know?"
Wrath's face fell.
"And I can soon change that."
He scrambled backward, getting up clumsily like the child he was, running blindly away from the cold woman who remembered once being his sibling.
"I'll just rip them out of your belly, "She called, "One death at a time."
As she pursued the lad, she swiped at him without mercy for the boy he once had been. She knew there was no way of saving him...If she ripped the stones from him, taking with her the lives he had eaten, he would die. That was the fate of the youngest sin.
He skillfully dodged her attacks, but she didn't let that phase her. He was clumsy, made mistakes. She was confident enough to know she would get him in no time.
"I'll get my way!" he declared hastily, moving out of that way as her claws came in close reach of his head. "I'm going to become him!" he moved to the right then left.,
Tangled in their wicked dance, Lust stepped further.
"And what exactly is the point in that?" Lust asked, having never understood herself.
"What do you mean?" he asked, as only a child would, "it's the whole point in everything!" Dodging another one of her attacks, Lust paused to stare at the child.
"Why should I exist if I'm a creature like you?" Wrath asked.
Annoyed by his statement, Lust decided to teach him a lesson.
Crying out in clear pain, she sent the child flying, landing harshly on the ground a few feet away.
"using you was a mistake from the start..." Lust commented as she walked foreward, arms crossed.
Wrath smiled, sitting up. He looked confident...she didn;t like that. What was he plotting? He was obviously weaker than her...
Lust arched an eyebrow.
"And why's that Lust? Because I can use alchemy? Or did you forget that detail?"
She stiffened, then looked down to see where she was standing.
Shit!
Spinning on her heals, Lust made a run for it, desperately running from the array.
But she was too late.,
hearing the distant sound of hands being slapped together, and seeing that blasted locket at her feet, Lust was brought down to her knees as a blindingly bright light enveloped the floor.
A fleeting image ran through her mind...The image of Scar crying while they where in that abandoned house...She saw his face, the face of the man she loved, spilling tears.
She wondered, for a moment before she closed her eyes, if he would cry if she was gone.
Lust let a sorrowful smile grace her dark lips.
Or coarse, his sympathy and love was too much for her to ask.
As she began throwing up the stones, Lust thought back to her final moment with Scar...
The way his hands had felt against her skin...His mouth moving against hers...
She would never feel that ever again.
As the last of her stones dissolved, and the light faded, she was left gasping for breath as the crestfallen sin felt her power slipping away.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Wrath said, his voice moving closer as he came to stand along side her. "To be a human so you could die with them."
She stopped her gasping and looked at the puddle of stones.
But she was seeing something else...A memory...
"Maybe you are right...Where did I come from..."
A man with alarmed, red eyes staring down at her through a mist, blood covering a white lab coat...This man. She once loved that man...
"...And where will I go when I die. Maybe all this time...That is what I wanted..."
Scar as a boy, looking at her while standing on a grassy hill, his hair darker and eyes much more kinder than they where now...But still, she loved them all the same.
She smiled.
"...The freedom to find out..."
The sound of Wrath turning his hand into a blade was distant...All the could be heard to the fateful woman now was a ringing in her eyes, and the dull clattering of breaking glass.
Feeling herself fall forward, Lust closed her tearing red eyes, smiling to herself.
Sorry...Looks like I won't be coming back after all...Scar...
WILL LUST BITE THE DUST? WILL EDWARD STOP BEING SUCH A STUBBORN ASS? AND DID ANYONE ELSE THROW UP DURING THAT SCENE WITH DANTE? Ah, yes, well, imagine how I felt, having to write it. Oh, and Envy is smart. It's all on the FullmetalAlchemistWiki...I hope yall enjoyed this slice, and please, don't hesitate to e-mail me if you got confused in any parts, and reviews and comments are humbly accepted.
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