Chapter four: Evil

Lust lifted her foot to stamp on a ladybug. She and Gluttony were sitting high up on the roof of a building, waiting.

"HEY, HEY, HEY!" Envy screeched. He turned back into his usual form, odd fashion sense and all. He glared at Lust. "Don't step on every bug you see when I'm not around!"

"How was I supposed to know you turned into something as weak as a ladybug?" Lust replied, rolling her eyes.

"Shut up." Envy sniffed. "I found out about the girl like you told me, too, okay?"

"OOH! A girl! Can I eat her?" Gluttony asked, tearing off the leg of the corpse of a security guard.

"No, no, she is just a valuable sacrifice as the Fullmetal boy." Lust told him. "She has a strong spirit. It will be a good ingredient in the making of another Philosopher's stone. What did you learn, Envy?"

"Well, see, she's called the Bloodless alchemist because she has no blood. It's very weird; she can't feel anything. No pain, no sickness. We can't torment her!" Envy explained.

"Why does she have no blood?" Lust asked. Gluttony was sad. No blood meant no taste, even if he couldn't eat her.

"I left too soon to find out…"

Lust slashed him with her nails. "IDIOT!"

Back in the closet

Edward was speechless. "Why… How? Coniniaue, this is impossible. How…"

"Shut up!" She replied, pulled her sleeve back down. "Dammit! I don't know what happened. I… I tried human transmutation, on my little sister. She was only four, and I loved her. I can't even revive a four year old girl, proves how worthless I am. One day I tried it, and when I woke up after seeing 'The true knowledge' I have this body. I don't know who saved me. It might be this healing tattoo…" She pointed to the alchemy tattoo above her right breast. "I don't know. Bottom line, someone saved me, and I've been out to find who and the Philosopher's stone for years. That's why I became a state alchemist, so I could use this library."

Edward sighed. "Then you are just as clueless as I am. The ingredients for the stone are living humans. Which is why I want to find another way…"

"Edward… What the Hell?" Coniniaue blinked. "That's…"

Edward explained what he had decoded some time back.

"That's… Just SICK." She almost screamed.

Edward clamped a hand over her mouth. "Shut up!" He hissed. "Let's just get out of this smelly closet and back to work, before Mustang finds us. Okay?"

"Fine. Whatever."

As they left, a dark figure dashed by them. "What the…" Coniniaue muttered. She left Edward and sprinted after the figure. The thief, of course.