Author's Note: Blah! The hat kept telling me to write Envy/Wrath, and my brain kept saying 'No! You're sick.' I honestly don't have anything against Envy/Wrath; in fact, I think it makes perfect sense, and rocks if done well. I just can't seem to get it right. I'll be trying it again, in a serious matter. I might have to make another drabble just to see if I can do it right. On a similar note, upon my better judgement, I removed Alphonse and Wrath both from the hat until further notice, seeing as they're both too young, and pretty much ineligible. I'll probably put them back in someday, seeing as I'll probably get desperate, and start making super-crack.

This one sucks. Hope it's better next time.

Promises

"Eat it," the creature's smooth voice commanded of him, holding forward the red stone. The boy's eyes darted from the violet eyes that stared at him solidly, as though reading his thoughts and then some, to the slender gloved hand that offered the tempting, deadly meal. He drew himself back against the wall, pressing his shoulder blade uncomfortably on the cold surface. This person was scary, and yet so powerful; in his childish mind, that equated to some importance.

The shapeshifter slyly sneaked a tiny stone into his open mouth, and he swallowed it, unawares. It surprised him; the wonderful drug-like sensation of consuming the product of innocent human lives. He wanted more. But he was terrified.

"What's wrong? It's not tasty?" The creature chided to him, grinning sardonically. He looked over his captor again, trying to figure out what it was. It looked pretty... that was his first thought. It was powerful, and smart, and had those wonderful stones. Was it an angel? There to help him? He couldn't quite figure it out...

It leaned closer, smiling seductively, and whispered in his ear.

"Go ahead. Eat them, and you'll never be alone from this day forward."

There was an instinct of a shudder within him. He knew that word "Alone", and didn't like it. He didn't know much, but he knew it was bad; terrible; worse than dying.

"Promise?" he mewled timidly.

The angel grinned knowingly, and caressed his cheek, "Promise."

Without hesitation, the boy swiped the stones from his captor's hands and devoured them ravenously, hissing like a starved animal.

The red stones hit his guts like a frozen knife, and he fell into convulsions on the floor.

He regained his memories. He earned his name; Wrath, and tried so hard to live it out. He wanted to make sure he was always good enough for them all. He was good enough for sloth, for Dante... for 'Envy', his first savior, his angel.

But his dreams were all dashed in a blinding torrent of tragedy, as he watched his mother dissolve at the hands of that Elric bastard, and screamed in terror. He barely felt the foot in his ribs until he looked up and saw it was Envy, trying to silence his tears. What had happened to the gaurdian angel he knew? Why was Envy hurting him? Why was he leaving now?

Envy took the younger Elric and dashed away agilely, and Wrath could only hopelessly watch. He was there now, abandoned in this empty warehouse. So alone.

He clutched his acid burnt skin, and his voice cracked as the tears stung his eyes, and he screamed out in agony,

"YOU PROMISED!"

Envy never even looked back.