So, here we are, chapter seven... And I'm so sorry for torturing Ed and Roy, I truly am...
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Chapter Seven
"So, Roy, I suggest you get the Golden Boy into his wheelchair, I'd rather not get any blood on these clothes."
Fuck you, you bastard! I am going to burn you slowly the moment I get the chance!
Roy wasn't going to be able to do this without using his injured leg, but Charles was now pointing his gun not at him, but at Fullmetal.
He somehow managed to drag the terrified child over to his wheelchair. He then made a split moment decision and sat himself up into the wheelchair, pulling Fullmetal up on his lap, instantly starting to apply pressure on his bleeding shoulder.
"Roy, you impress me, that was a very good idea, now my dear Edward doesn't have to bleed more than necessary, so I'm going to allow this."
Fullmetal was hissing with pain, obviously not wanting to seem weak in front of this madman. The pained tears in the corners of his eyes were giving him away, however.
Charles began pushing the wheelchair towards a brown truck. The movement almost caused Fullmetal to fall off Roy's lap, and so he pulled him closer towards him, still applying pressure to his shoulder.
"What do we do now, Colonel?" the kid whispered with a whimper.
"I don't know, but we'll get out of this, you have my word. And he's not using Anthony against us anymore," Roy whispered back.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let him sneak up on me like that."
"Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault, he would just have used Anthony against you otherwise."
Charles stopped the wheelchair just outside the back of the truck, opening the double doors wide before he pushed the wheelchair right up to the opening.
"Now Roy, please get Edward and yourself inside the truck."
Roy barely managed to stand up because of his leg, and he ended up with basically throwing himself and Fullmetal sideways into the truck. He then pushed Fullmetal completely inside before he pulled himself in too. Before he knew what had happened, Charles had slammed the double doors shut behind them, throwing them into darkness. Knowing that they had little time before the truck started moving, Roy removed Fullmetal's black jacket swiftly before he pressed it agains his shoulder, earning a few whimpers from the kid.
Hearing Charles starting the truck, Roy lay down on his stomach, keeping his right arm over Fullmetal's chest, pressing the jacket against the wound. It probably wasn't a good idea to forget about his own wound right now, but he couldn't really do much about it, so he just pushed his right knee against it, hoping to stem the flow as he bit back a scream.
Damn this! Charles Hopkins, I swear I am going to kill you!
"Colonel, how's your leg?"
"Bleeding."
"Oh."
"How are you doing?"
"I can't move and my shoulder's hurting like hell."
Roy couldn't really imagine what the kid must be going through, Roy was scared as hell by this, but at least he was actually able to move.
If they weren't surrounded by total darkness, he might be able to make a transmutation circle with the blood, but doing it without seeing what he was doing, could turn disastrous. And there wouldn't really be a point, because anything he might do to escape, would probably make it very easy Charles to come after them. Roy couldn't really walk and Fullmetal couldn't move at all. Anything that he might do that would kill Charles, would end up putting his and Fullmetal's lives at risk too.
Charles made a sharp turn and so the two of them began rolling to the left. Roy crashed against the side of the truck, and a moment later, Fullmetal crashed into him. The kid yelped. Roy was still holding the jacket in his hand, and he clutched Fullmetal to him, the jacket still pressed against the kid's wounded shoulder.
"Listen, Edward, I'm not going to let him get away with this."
"I hope so."
Roy pulled him closer to his chest, hoping to bring at least some sort of comfort in this hellish situation. Fullmetal was still a child after all.
Ed didn't know how long he lay there being held close to Mustang's chest. An annoyingly large part of him actually found some comfort in it.
Ed was feeling dizzy and light-headed. Recognising the symptoms of blood loss, Ed was thankful that the Colonel had acted so quickly with putting pressure on his shoulder, otherwise he'd probably have bled out already.
But still, this made him feel ridiculously weak. He was unable to move and he was being hugged by his commanding officer like he was just some stupid child, and part of him was actually appreciating it. His shoulder hurt like hell, and Mustang was basically the only thing keeping him alive at the moment.
The truck suddenly stopped. There was a few seconds of anxious waiting, and then both doors were flung open. Ed was blinded by the light, they had been lying there in complete darkness for at least an hour.
"Hello, my dear Edward. I see Roy has been a good boy and has kept you alive for me. I appreciate that greatly. I'll reward you for that later on. I'll be back soon, I'm just going to change into some more proper clothing. Until then, ta-ta!"
And then he slammed the doors shut.
Ed was unnerved by how he seemed so much more theatrical as he came closer and closer to whatever he was planning to do with them. It made it even harder to place him and to predict his reactions.
"Colonel?"
"Yes?"
"Please don't leave me alone with him." Ed had said the words before he had thought them through, it was just a scared, childish impulse, and he had let it slip before he could stop himself. He was mentally kicking himself. He wasn't that weak.
Mustang hugged him closer. "I won't."
Which was when Ed realised that his commanding officer was just as scared as he was.
They lay there for about ten minutes, until the doors were flung open again.
And then Charles was pulling Ed out by his legs.
"NO! GET OFF!"
"DON'T YOU TOUCH HIM!"
"No need to get so worked up, you two, I'm only helping with getting dear Edward out of the truck."
Ed was suddenly dumped to the gravel outside.
"And now you, Roy, out you come!"
Ed heard some pained grunts, and then he spotted his superior's head peeking out above him, before Charles grabbed him by his shoulders and pulled him down to the ground, earning a pained yell from both prisoners as they collided.
Mustang got off him and he sat up, bringing Ed up with him and holding him protectively against his chest again. He was holding Ed's head so that he was facing away from the madman and was instead having his vision filled by Mustang's bloodstained undershirt.
"My, my, it's good to see that you are taking care if my dear Golden Boy, it makes it easier for me. You know what, I'll make that your reward! I'm going to let you patch yourselves up without my help, how does that sound?"
Mustang didn't say anything, and suddenly Charles shot forward, digging his nails into Ed's shoulder, earning a scream from him. He didn't let go, however, but kept pressing his fingers inside the wound. It was absolute agony. "I asked you what you thought, Roy. Now kindly answer."
"Damn you! Yes, it sounds good!" Mustang shouted as Ed kept screaming into his chest.
The pressure wasn't removed however, but only increased. Ed was sure the man must have thrust his fingers at least an inch inside the wound by now. Ed couldn't stop himself from screaming, it hurt so incredibly much.
"Language, Roy! Now apologise!" Charles growled, squeezing Ed's shoulder so that his screams rose a pitch.
"FINE! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! NOW LET HIM GO!"
Charles removed his fingers, making a sickening squelching sound as they came out of Ed's skin. Ed was barely able to stop himself from outright sobbing into Mustang's chest by now. The arms around him tightened, one of them stroking his back soothingly, which was the last straw, and Ed could no longer stop the flow of pained tears coming from his eyes, but at least they were silent ones.
Damn this! Damn this!
"Good, Roy! Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" Charles said from somewhere behind Ed. "Now, Roy, please do your little wheelchair trick again, and we can bring the two of you inside."
Mustang gently put Ed back down on the ground, and about twenty seconds later, Ed was hoisted up on his lap again, biting back a yell as the movement sent another set of excruciating pain through his throbbing shoulder.
Mustang held him close to his chest again, stroking his back, but right now Ed was in so much pain and was so scared that he didn't care how childish it felt. He was thankful for at least having someone with him this time. He had been all alone with Grace Hopkins, and god knows it was good to actually have someone tell him that things were going to be alright.
They were pushed inside what Ed guessed was an old stable, but instead of stalls, there were four small prison cells. The whole place smelled of decay and blood. One of the cell doors was opened, and Charles pushed them inside.
"Here you go, your new home! As you can see, I've even installed a toilet in the corner, so you should have all you need. Now, Roy, kindly get the pair of you out of the wheelchair, and I'll let you patch up your wounds. Dear Edward is looking frightfully pale, so I suggest you do it quickly."
Ed felt himself being lowered to the ground gently, but he still couldn't fight back the whimper escaping his lips.
Mustang then collapsed next to him, once again pressing his hands against Ed's shoulder. Ed didn't like the paleness in the Colonel's face, he had hardly tended to his leg for the whole journey.
Charles returned with a first aid kit, a bowl of water, three towels, a lighter and a giant spoon.
"Now Roy, I suggest you cauterise dear Edward's shoulder, I would guess you know how to do so? I couldn't exactly give you a knife, so I figured that that would do the trick too." He pointed towards the spoon. He then closed the door behind him, locking it.
Ed was lying there looking up at Mustang, they were both scared as hell. Then Mustang set to work. He heated the metal with the flame from the lighter. "I'm sorry," he said.
Then he pressed it against Ed's shoulder.
Ed couldn't help but scream.
I hope I'm doing alright with the torture part, this is only the second time I write torture...
I hope to be able to post another chapter today, as it is only 13.10 here in Norway as I write this.
Until then, as Charles would say "Ta-ta!"