A/N- Very quick updates. I'd rather like to finish this story so I can work on my other two, which have plots in progress (Because I was an idiot and didn't plan ahead when I started them.) So if you're waiting for one of those, I apologize.

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

Chapter 7- Undeniable Sin

Everything was such a mess. Edward had gone on a rampage, ruined a street, and had been trying to kill the Fuhrer, but this was nothing compaired to the shit storm now that he was working for Envy. The elder sin demanded such obscene things, and Pride wasn't allowed to see the younger blonde who was being left in the back room. Envy had explained he needed him for something, but he hadn't said what.

What could Envy possibly want with a dying fifteen-year-old?

"I promise I'll explain everything later, okay?" Envy replied, handing Pride the scythe he'd dropped on the concrete earlier that day. He looked at it guiltily. Envy had been correct in believing that the stone wouldn't be able to control Pride for very long, that in which he was already starting to get a soft side for the people he was supposed to kill. Then again, maybe it was just Al's presence in the building. "I need you to find that Fuhrer."

"What for?" Pride asked, sadly looking up to his elder brother. Envy sighed. This was turning out to be much more difficult than he'd originally thought.

"I told you already, I'll explain everything later!" And with that, Envy gave his younger brother a shove towards the door, which Pride didn't much appreciate. He hesitated. "Go! What's made you so soft?" For some reason, Pride hated being called 'soft.' The only thing he hated being called more than 'soft' was any version of the word 'short.' He walked out the door, slamming it behind him. The building was in such bad shape, that when the door closed, it shook the walls, and a few panes of glass fell out of a window. What a nice place to be.

Envy retreated to the back of the building, where he was keeping Ed's little brother locked in what looked like a large chimera's cage. There was a bit of blood on the floor that had exited Al's lungs when he began to cough, but other than that, the sin kept the place relatively clean. Leaning down to look at his youngest brother, Envy smiled to himself. Things were working out perfectly. Al finally noticed Envy staring at him.

"What do you want?" He spat angrily, eyes narrowed, trying to figure out what they could possibly want with him.

"You'll see soon," Envy replied, sticking his hand through one of the bars and patting Al on the head. The blonde inside of the cage did nothing to guard against this act, since he wasn't feeling up to it. "And I would suggest not worrying too much about your brother. As long as he's under my control, he'll be just fine." Al cringed, finally pulling his head away from the hand resting on top of it.

"I don't care what happens to my brother... Stop treating me like a dog and let me out of this cage," He said, almost too quietly for Envy to hear. Envy pulled his hand out, shaking it off after he did so. He gave the youngest Elric brother a concerned look.

"Sorry, but I've got to keep you in there for our safety. Things might not work out too well if I let you go running off back to Central like some crazed lunatic. Your brother's already going after the Fuhrer as we contemplaite this matter... Speaking of which, I might as well just call him 'our brother,' if you know what I'm saying!" Envy gave Al a huge smile, and Al gave him a digusted look in response. He loathed Envy, despised him, and really hated being related to him. "I should really go prepare our little transmutation circle. We're going to need it, aren't we?" Al's expression changed from digusted, to pure adrenaline pushed fear.

"What transmutation circle? What do you mean we? What are you doing to my brother!" Envy turned around and smiled at Al. Actually, it was more like a smirk.

"Just a little something I need to finish his transformation... And to get yours started, or finished, depending on how you want to look at it. What I need from you will be a relatively short process, rather painless, and don't worry..." Al's eyes had gotten a lot larger by about this time. "You won't have to live to see the distruction your brother is going to cause." Envy walked out after that, leaving Al to sit, alone, with tears running down his face. Why was God ruining his life so much?

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"Come on, I'm missing my date!" Havoc complained angrily to a very stern looking Roy.

"I would suggest you stop worrying about your girlfriend and help us figure something out," Roy replied, examining a map for all suspicious looking areas. There was no telling whether Envy and Pride had kept Al in Central, or left for somewhere else. It would have been obvious if they'd hopped a train, and no one had seen them at any of the stations that day.

"Maybe we should just ask around town some more," Winry said, relaxing back onto the couch, next to where Havoc was seated with his arms crossed. "I mean to say that if no one has seen them, at least we'll know they're not here in Central."

"Not for sure," Izumi replied.

"I bet they're in that old shack just outside of Central," Havoc said. Roy immediately turned his attention to the lutenite. "You know, that one where all the stoner kids went when they didn't want their parents to find them doing drugs? Must be a lot of kids doing that lately, seeing as there's always a light on in that building." Now everyone was staring at him, wide eyed. Roy actually looked a little angry.

"Havoc, why didn't you say so? We wouldn't have wasted three hours staring at maps if you'd just told us this to begin with, and you might have even been home to your girlfriend by now." At this, Havoc's mouth dropped open as a sweatdrop appeared on his forehead. "You know the way, correct?" Havoc nodded. "Drive us there."

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God save him. Pride had been wandering through the country outside of Central for about twenty minutes by now, if not longer, and he was really starting to get pissed off. Judging by the fact he didn't even know where Central was, things were not going so well. "Stupid Envy..."

He was wandering around aimlessly on the side of the road until he heard a car coming. Oh great. Better duck down into the grass or they might mistake him for a prostitute, or at least that's what Envy had said about him earlier. What a jerk. Ed made sure he looked as 'pretty' as he could for the people inhabiting the car. He waited, and waited for it to pass him by, but it never did. In fact, it had stopped right next to him.

"Ed... Or... You're Ed right?" Izumi made sure she corrected herself this time. Pride apparently had problems with understanding his other name, and right now wasn't any different. He looked up at her, and cocked one eye. "Edward... Get in the car."

"For the last time, my name is not Edward! My name is Pride! Stop calling me Edward, or Ed, or whatever else you're going to call me! Especially don't call me Chibi! I hate that!" Winry, Roy, and Izumi all gave him an extremely confused and exhausted look. Riza sighed, opened her door, and stepped out of the car, pointing a gun at his head. "Hey! Watch where you're pointing that thing!" Pride said, raising his scythe in front of him, almost as though to block a bullet should Riza happen to pull the trigger on him.

"Fullmetal sir, whether we call you that or not is up to us. You do realize you're speaking with the Fuhrer's secretary right now?" Ed stared at Riza, then looked in the car to discover that, yes, Roy was sitting there, looking at him.

It happened all at once. A tire was blown out on the car as soon as Ed swung his scythe at point blank, and a window was broken when he dodged one of Riza's shots. Roy was shoved over to the right side as Winry motioned for him to leave through the other door. He did just that, followed by Winry and Izumi, then Havoc as he slammed his door behind him. They'd just barely cleared the area by the time Pride tipped the car over.

"Alright, Pride..." Izumi paused for a second. Pride didn't fit this character at all... Or was she just trying to convince herself it didn't? "We're not trying to hurt you. We just need you to find your brother. He's in a very bad situation right now. You realize he's going to die if we don't do something, don't you?" Pride looked at her, with wide eyes. She realized she wasn't getting her point across they way she wanted to. "I mean Al. Your little brother, Al." The name Al... Now that rang a bell, somewhere in that thick skull of Pride's.

"Al? Brother?" Pride remembered now...

That night, Ed decided he'd need to confront his little brother on the current situation. Al was laying in the bed across the room, probably trying to fall asleep, and avoid his brother in the process. "Al?" He rolled over, ignoring Ed's request. "Al, you awake?" Still, he ignored him. Ed couldn't take anymore, walking over to where his brother was trying to rest, and laying down in the small space next to him. "I know you're up." Al sighed in defeat, and rolled over to face his elder brother.

"Yeah... What do you want?"

"Well, you're my brother."

He had called him his brother, hadn't he? How was he remembering this, when he could never remember anything about that blonde teenager before?

Izumi noticed Pride when he fell to the ground, holding his head. It was pounding viciously. She walked over to him, hoping she'd made some sort of connection with the soon to be sin. She had. Quite a connection indeed. Putting a hand on his shoulder, then pulling him up, she took the scythe from the ground next to him and handed it to Havoc. "What do I do with this?"

"Keep it in a safe place so he can't use it." Izumi motioned to Pride just in case Havoc didn't catch the drift. When Pride looked up at her, she decided now was a perfect time to ask for his assistance. "Pride, can you tell us where your brother is?"

"The building over that way," Pride was, sure enough, pointing in the exact direction they'd been going towards. "Both of my brother's are over there, if that other person is my brother..."

"We should get going," Roy interrupted. They began walking.

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"Pride, you head in first," Izumi said. Pride nodded at her and slunk through the door, quietly. They'd gone over the plan a million times while walking here, and he was determined to make it work out. He had a very large part in the matter. If he screwed up, they'd have to start from scratch, which wouldn't be very easy to do.

"Back so soon?" Envy's voice cut through the air like a hot knife through butter. Pride nodded. Keeping a guilty look of his face was turning out to be exceedingly easy. "The Fuhrer has been disposed of, then?" Again Pride nodded, and Envy smiled, filled to the brim with contentment. "Very good. I suppose we should get started then." They hadn't discussed this.

"With what?" Pride asked, a little worried about the situation at hand. Envy motioned to the well drawn, and rather large transmutation circle situated at the center of the room. "And what are you using that for?"

"Just stand in the middle of it, and you'll find out," Envy retorted playfully, daring the younger sin to follow his best wishes. Pride didn't, however, move at all. Great, what now? There wasn't anywhere he could go, and he had to distract his elder brother until Roy and Izumi could make it through the back door. He was left with no choice. Pride walked slowly to the center of the circle, and stood there, motionlessly, waiting for Envy to do what he would with him. "Very good. Just relax, and then..."

It was suprising just how quiet two people could be, getting through a back door. Roy stood behind Envy, holding an incomplete Philosopher's stone, which was causing the signs on the sin's skin to illuminate with a brilliant crimson color. "What the hell?" Envy asked, feeling the pain course through his body. He wretched forward, almost falling from his standing position.

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In the back room, Winry and Havoc had discovered Al within one of the Chimera cages. It looked as though he had either been knocked out, or had simply fallen asleep, but whatever the cause, he was unconscious. "Hand me that crowbar over there," Havoc suggested to Winry, who threw him a crowbar from the corner of the room. He easily broke the lock, and opened the gate, pulling the teen out of the exceedingly cramped area.

Winry ran over, and took Al in her arms, trying her best to bring him to his senses. "Al, please wake up..." She repeated several times. No answer came from the younger Elric, except for a bit of coughing. This left a few splatters of blood on the floor, which brought Havoc to examine the cage where the fifteen-year-old had been held.

"He must be really sick," Havoc announced, pointing a large puddle of blood out to Winry. He must've choked that up earlier.

"We need to get him to a hospitol," Winry replied, trying to drag Al across the room. Havoc stood up, noticing the trouble she was having.

"Let me help." Both of them took an arm, and pulled the youngest Elric out of the room.

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Back in the main room, Envy was still having some problems as he leaned down on the floor, keeled over from the pain he was feeling on his skin. It was constantly burning, which stung like hell. As if this wasn't enough, Pride had gone up to him, and while he was defenseless, began to beat the shit out of him.

"Pride, stop," Roy said, after awhile. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy seeing Envy get his ass beat, it was more along the lines of him knowing that even if someone did give Envy a lot of cuts or bruises, he'd be able to heal himself. Sure enough, it wasn't too long after Pride had backed away from the elder sin that Envy had stood up, and came towards him at a high rate of speed, very angrily.

"Why did you bring them here!" Envy yelled, pinning his younger brother against the wall and landing a few punches across his jaw. Pride was not so lucky. Being that he wasn't a complete sin yet, he wouldn't be able to heal himself.

"Because you hurt my brother!" Pride spat back at him. Or maybe this wasn't Pride. The eyes looked like Pride's, the tone sounded like Pride's, the warmth was gone, just like Pride's, but this guy wasn't thinking or sounding like Pride at all. Envy wondered...

"I'm your only brother, you idiot. You're a homunculus, you do realize this?" Pride nodded, wondering what point he was getting to. "They have a very talented alchemist with them, you never thought they would implant memories into your brain, now did you?" Was that what the wretching pain had been when Pride had tried to remember Al? Maybe Envy was right... Pride backed away from his older brother, turning to face Roy and Izumi.

"We would never do such a thing!" Roy shouted, trying to convince Pride that they were on his side. Pride took a few steps back, trying to distance himself from Roy and Izumi, who weren't sounding very likable at the moment. It seemed funny how Winry and Havoc just happened to show up in that room, dragging Al along with them. "Get out of here, you two!"

"The only two doors are the ones we came in and the front door right there! What were we supposed to do about it!" Winry questioned angrily. Roy sighed. He hadn't thought of that one.

"You four think you've won, but we have a back up plan," Envy said, only to be treated to four very confused looking faces. Winry looked at the two sins on the other side of the room when she thought she felt something coming from behind her... And sure enough, she turned her head, only to scream at what she saw. Some weird white thing was wrapping around her arm, steadily pulling her backwards, into the darkness.

"Winry!" Izumi yelled, diving after the blonde as fast as she could. She caught hold of Winry's other arm, and pulled. And out of the darkness, along with Winry, came another very recognizable figure, especially to Izumi. It was Wrath. "Wrath, what are you doing here?" Izumi questioned, finally getting Winry untangled from the sin's 'arms.'

"He's here because I told him he was supposed to be here," Envy answered for Wrath. Izumi shot him a disgusted look. "But whatever. Now put the little Elric in the middle of the circle, and everything will be just..." He stopped in mid sentence, feeling extreme pain shooting from his head. A fist had smashed into the top of the sin, and this was the fist of Pride.

A/N- Long, and difficult to write, but worth it! Isn't it? I hope so. Chapter eight might be up tonight or maybe tomorrow. Depends how lazy or active I'm feeling.