A/N- Glad to see people like the story! I'm hoping to get chapters updated very quickly so I can finish with this story before school starts. Ugh... High school sucks. I apologize if the plot goes a little fast in this chapter.

Disclaimer- I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or its characters.

Chapter 4- Rush Valley Massacre

Edward and Alphonse Elric took a few steps into Roy's office. It was freezing from the air conditioner being on, and Ed actually thought he heard that voice again, calling to him, telling him that cold was all he would be feeling within the next few days. He ignored it, still hoping at least some of it was his imagination.

"Ah, yes, the Elrics. Good to see you normal, Al." Al nodded at him, and Ed smiled, happy for his brother, and for himself. "On to business." Roy lifted some papers out of his desk, and handed the one on the top to Al, who examined it thoroughly. His face changed to an almost frightened expression. He knew Ed wouldn't be happy. Not at all. "Sorry, but we thought the name sounded a little more like you."

"Sewing Life Alchemist?" Al read, and Ed immediately gave Roy a death glare. "But... I can't..." Al didn't have to finish his sentence, because within the next few seconds, Ed was already showing just how outraged he was.

"Mustang, you son of a bitch!" Edward yelled, ripping the paper out of Al's hands and inspecting it. "I can't believe you! That jerk... He used his daughter! How could you name my brother, fucking kindness in a can, after that horrible, stupid..." Roy had to stop Ed there, because in all honesty, he didn't want to her any more about it.

"I apologize, Edward, for forgetting your inability to get over instances from nine years ago. How careless of me." Roy grabbed Ed by the left arm and held it up in the air, trying to make a point to Ed by looking straight into his eyes. "Your brother's military name is the Sewing Life Alchemist, whether you like it or not. I can assure you, it is not because we feel that Al will use his power to create chimeras from human beings." He let go of Ed's arm, and Ed yanked himself backward. Roy turned to Al. "You have no problem with this?"

"No, of course not!" Al answered, hoping Ed wouldn't get angry at him just for trying to be polite. It wasn't that Al couldn't remember the death of poor Nina. It was simply that he understood there was a God out there, and all things happened for a reason. Ed didn't believe in God. No wonder Ed couldn't take it.

"Well then. Here's your mission. Ed..." Roy looked at the short alchemist again, and finally, Ed sighed and walked forward to join his brother. "The two of you need to make your way to Rush Valley. There's been some strange kidnappings down there, and just a few days ago, one of the bodys was found at a butcher shop, mauled." The thought of this reminded Ed of Barry the Chopper, and how he'd been so unfortunate to run into him when he was only twelve years old.

"And you want us to figure out who's behind all of it?" Roy nodded.

"Send me the report as soon as possible. I want a full overlook of that entire town, from the canyons to all of the automail shops." For some reason, Ed couldn't stop himself, but his pupils grew small from the simple word... Automail. What was he going to do if anyone ever found out he no longer had his automail?

"I guess we'll be off then," Edward replied, snatching the second paper from out of Roy's hand and leading his brother to the outside world. He sighed. "Now we have to wait for the next train..." Al pointed towards a schedule at the train station.

"It will be here within an hour or two. Maybe three if it's running late." Edward smiled at his younger brother, though Al was about three inches taller than him. He sighed again as he felt a drop of rain water hit his face. He hated train rides, especially when it stormed.

Meanwhile, back at the Rockbell house, it was a normal, regular day. Winry was attempted studying up on the finer points of making automail, when it came again.

You're only studying because you want to make his automail better, so he'll appreciate it more. Isn't that right, Winry?

She looked down in saddness. That was the exact reason she was studying, and besides that, she didn't know what more she could do to help Ed. She only got in his way.

Listen to me. Go to Central.

"I thought you didn't want me chasing after Ed. Why should I go to Central?"

No, you stupid girl! I want you to come to me...

"I won't just leave Granny! She needs me! She's getting so old!"

Well then...

Again, Winry felt something was wrong. Terribly wrong. There was a loud thumping noise from upstairs, and Winry, worried her Grandmother was injured in someway, ran to her aid. It was of no use.

Within one of the bedrooms, Pinako had fallen over, unmoving and without a pulse. She was dead. Winry stared at her, sadly, and that was all it took before the tears began to fall. Just a few at first, but then she began to sob uncontrollably, wondering who could do such a thing without being present in the house. And she was positive no one was there aside from her and Den. "Why would you do such a thing?" She managed to get out between her sobs, struggling to breathe.

Because my dear child, it is urgent that you come to me, here in Central. Everything will be revealed to you. Don't you want to know who I am?

"Oh, yes..." Winry said, clenching her fists. "I want to know who you are so I can strangle you!" She was yelling now. There was no one around to hear her. She wouldn't care if someone had heard her anyway. She was both angry and sad at the same time, and wanted revenge so bad...

There are so many ways I could take you... I'll just have to decide on the strongest feeling.

"What are you..."

Never mind. Just go to Central.

And within the next few minutes, there was a letter left on the table, should anyone ever come back and wonder what had happened to the Rockbell family. Den was let outside, leashless. Winry prayed that someone would find him and adopt him as their own. She headed for central, with her instructions to look for a somewhat rundown building near the north side of the city.

Later that day, Ed and Al finally arrived in Rush Valley. It was busy. Very busy. You'd think that if there was a massacre on the loose, most people would stay inside and wait for the killer to be caught. Not in Rush. Al took a look around as Ed scanned over the papers for the fifth time that day. "It says here he only goes for little girls."

"And just look at all the little girls walking around..." Al was right. There were dozens of young-aged girls around the streets, staring happily into some of the finer jewlery stores. A few even looked at automail, which again caused a sinking feeling in Ed's stomach. He still hadn't told anyone. "I'm willing to bet if we wait somewhere later tonight, we'll catch someone at it." In Ed's mind, there were thoughts of this not being the greatest idea in the world. Wouldn't a killer check to make sure he wasn't being watched before mutilating young girls? Maybe not...

"Why don't we get a room at an inn first? I need to sit down for a little while." Al gave him a strange look.

"Brother, you were sitting for the entire train ride, not to mention even before that while we were waiting." He looked at the sky, and sighed to himself, looking at the brilliant colors the setting sun was creating. "I suppose it is getting a little late. Maybe you're right. Come on." And the two trudged off to look for an inn. Halfway down the crowded street, someone pushed past the two brothers. A little girl, who looked to be around the age of twelve, crying. An older man came running after her. Al and Ed both had their immediate instincts set to grabbing him, and both of them got an arm each.

"Chasing around little girls, eh?" Ed asked him. It seemed a little suspicious. This guy looked oddly familiar. If only he didn't have his hood up... "Who are you?" Ed reached up, and attempted to pull the hood off, but the man pushed him aside, managed to get Al off of him, and ran, full speed, after the little girl. The one thing that set Ed off was that the girl looked an aweful lot like Nina... "Come on Al! That might be the massacre!"

And off they went, the strange man just barely staying in their sites. "Ed, we should have used alchemy when we had the chance!" Al said. Ed nodded back at him, but kept running, afraid to lose sight of the thought to be killer. Finally, the chase led them into a dark alleyway, where the man had the little girl cornered. "Stop right there!" He turned, knife in hand, and ran straight at Edward.

For that brief moment, Ed forgot his right arm was no longer automail as he held it up to stop the oncoming assault. He got slashed. It stung. The right sleeve of his trench coat was turning an even darker red than it had been, and Al was looking at him, questionably. But the one thing they needed to concentrait on for right now, was who was trying to slash them to death. This situation could be easily taken care of with alchemy, and Al did just that.

Transmuting some of the ground into spikes, they caught on the back of the man's hood, which fell to reveal... Lt. Jean Havoc. Why was Ed not suprised by this?

"Well Havoc, I see all of that nicotine finally got to you, didn't it?" Havoc gave him a grave look, and wouldn't speak to him, probably in fear that it would just be used against him. "Now I guess we've gotta haul your ass back to central. You are the one killing all of these girls, right?"

"No Edward, you don't understand. That's the little girl I think is the massacre. Lt. Colonel Mustang sent me here to do some research, and everything I've looked at points back to that kid, right there!" He pointed a menacing finger at the little girl, who cringed and shook her head, tears beginning to run down her eyes from fear. Little girls were getting killed at school, and every time there was a witness, that was the one!" His finger was shaking now from the extreme effort to hold it up.

Edward Elric.

Ed's pupils got small again as he jerked backward, in a new state of mind. Clearly just conscience enough to hear the voice speaking to him. Al reached out to him, but stopped when he noticed Ed's eyes return to normal. Ed didn't want to hear this voice. Even if he was happy he had his limbs back, it was making his life a living hell that he had to hide it from everyone. "What..." He mouthed.

"Ed, are you okay?" Al asked. Ed nodded at him, and tryed to act normal as he waited for a response. It came all too quickly.

Turn Havoc in to Mustang. Write your report, go back to Central, send your brother to Mustang with it, and come to an abandoned warehouse on the north side of the city. Bring the girl, too.

It took Ed a few seconds to think all of this through. Finally, he decided that he would repay the voice for his limbs at almost all costs, and figured he would listen to it. "Sorry Havoc... That's just a pretty unbelievable story. I'm gonna have to turn you in." And with that, the last beams of hope that had been present in Havoc's face were lost.

It was later when Ed was on the train that he began to worry about being figured out. The little girl, who went by the name of Cassidy, had fallen fast asleep next to Al. Al and Cassidy were becoming fast friends, and Ed loved the fact that Al was so kind to everyone around him. Especially little Cassidy. "Ed..." Ed looked up at Al, who was looking at him a bit sadly.

"You'd tell me if anything went wrong, right?" Ed nodded, smiling at his younger brother. "Oh..." Al looked down at the ground, his once cheerful expression saddening. Ed didn't like it when Al got upset. He knew what he had to do, but how he would explain, he was still unsure. He decided against it, at least until he could figure something out. He put his left hand out, onto Al's shoulder, and patted him.

"Aw, come on Al. You know I would." And with that, he gave his brother a hug.

Finally in Central, Winry was wandering the back of the city. The run down streets were hard to walk on, and she had to watch for pieces of broken glass and sharp stones that she could cut herself on. Though she wasn't afraid of losing blood now, she didn't want to risk getting an infection. And aside from that, she figured she'd found the building she was supposed to be at.

It was pretty big. Your average run of the mill type rundown building. Bricks littered the floor, and the door just about fell off of its hinges when Winry attempted to close it nicely.

"Don't bother," A familiar voice said. The voice... It was the same one Winry had been hearing in her head, yet the raspyness was gone. "So, little girl, I see you've finally arrived. Ready for me to mold you..."

"Who are you?" Winry asked, looking around at the pitch blackness that loomed in the building. "Why did you ask me to come here? Why'd you kill my grandmother? Why'd you make Ed and Al leave me! Who are you and what do you want from me!"

"To make you into a full fledged sin, of course." And Winry shook in terror as Envy, the only remaining deadly sin, came foward from the dark, beckoning for her to come closer.

A/N- I'm not sure if that was longer than chapter 3, but if it was, I suppose that's good. Chapter 5 should be up soon.