Lumina- Well, a nice, long, three-day weekend for our school. How happy could a person possibly be? I'm going to guess you guys are happy, because I have extra time to update my story. Yay for updates. And yeah, the name of the chapter is from a Slipknot c.d. Sorry about the length... It's a rape scene and since everyone wanted an update so fast it's a little short. Enjoy.

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

Chapter 4- Mate, Kill, Feed, Repeat

Edward and Winry had come to rest on a bench at the top of a hill, as Winry had suggested it wasn't the greatest experience in the world to be walking all around Central in such a long dress. It practically touched the ground. And of course, Ed, being the love-struck young teen he was, ended up happy to oblige.

"Did you need to get any more shopping done while we're here in Central? I would much rather get it done now than to have to come all the way back on the train again in a week or two. Not that I don't like when Al ends up coming along or anything..." The Alchemist was rambling, and Winry was listening with a small bit of blush gracing her face, though you couldn't see it in the dark. She loved it when the blond talked about the world as though she were the only important thing, even more important than his younger brother. And you'd have to be pretty damn important to Ed to be more important than Al.

"No, I don't think I need anything right now. How very sweet of you to ask," Winry added, trying to ignore the fact she was getting that feeling again. It was that cold, sinking sensation she always got when someone talked about shopping in Central, about 'That time when she'd dissapeared for about two hours and no one had a single clue where she'd gone to.' Why didn't they ask Ed? He would've known...

Stop. Couldn't go there, or she'd break down and wonder why God treated her like somebody's puppet. She certainly wasn't Ed's, much less his sex slave, and she wouldn't let herself be treated that way ever again. So why did he always ignore the fact he'd stolen her innocence? "Winry...?" Great, she'd gone and spaced out again, and there was Edward, staring at her like she was some mutant or something. And then she felt like she might cry, but didn't. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just fine..." Winry replied, trying her best to hold her tears inside. Ed must've sensed something was wrong. He stood up, raising himself from the bench, walking over to Winry and wrapping his arms around her. She cringed.

"Something's wrong..." Indeed, something was wrong, something very wrong lurking in the bushes behind the couple. Neither of them were aware of this however, as Ed turned Winry towards himself and began to softly kiss her. Maybe he just thought it was the right thing to do, or maybe that it would make her feel better, but either way, something wrong was still there.

"Maybe we should go back to the motel..." Winry said, an apparent smile on her face. She could already tell exactly what Ed wanted, and she was afraid to deny him of his obvious right to her. Ed smiled back at her. Grabbing her hand, he began to lead her back towards the area of Central that was filled with buildings.

All the while, purple eyes were watching, staring, examining the couple as they made a happy scene out of the night. And the body that owned these purple eyes was ready to fuck everything up for both of them. As they walked, a noise, loud and familiar to the Fullmetal Alchemist was emitted from one of the bushes a few yards away from him. Winry practically jumped three feet into the air. "What was..."

"Don't know, but we'll find out," Ed replied, walking over to the bushes, and leaving Winry completely behind in the dark. What a great idea.

"Ed... Ed!" But he was already gone. Turning back around, now even more frightened of her situation than ever, Winry looked around. This was reminding her so much of that day... And she was terrified.

Going over all of the problems happening all at once...

It was cold, dark, and Winry had a seemingly familiar feeling of dread running through her body as she searched almost blindly in the pitch black of the night, pushing bushes and tree branches out of her way and calling Ed's name. She had yet to hear an audible answer come from any direction of the area. It was hard to believe that just mere minutes ago she'd been sitting with Edward, finally having one of the best nights of her life, all to have it reduced down to this.

Winry couldn't ever remember feeling any lower in her entire whole of a life. It was just as she was turning around to yell Ed's name again when she felt a hand grasp her shoulder.

There Ed stood, some look Winry could simply not register echoing in his eyes, inaudibly telling her that something was wrong. And yet she couldn't bring herself to move even an inch as the blond pushed her up against the tree and held her there, anger or lust present in his expression. All at once, Winry's mind began to register exactly what was happening. "Ed..."

She'd attempted to say something, but Edward wasn't allowing it to happen. He placed his flesh arm over her mouth and his automail arm ripped and tore at once strap of her dress, hurridly seperating it and the other one from her shoulder as she tried to scream, but to no avail. His arm was much too tightly pressed over her mouth for any sound to excape at all. And now Winry was beginning to realize that the only way she would ever be able to get out of this situation unscathed was to let him have his way with her. In just, she gave in easily.

She very simply let a few tears fall from her face as Ed pushed her down to the ground and lifted the bottom of her dress up, looking down and giving a perverted smirk as he did so. Winry felt her undergarment being removed before she finally realized she wouldn't be able to stay calm under this sort of pressuer. She wretched away from the blond, kicking him in the face with her heel and leaving a large cut in the process.

Winry slithered away, pushing herself up and running as fast as she could for the nearest street light. Almost there... And then she felt it. Ed had grabbed the bottom of her skirt, dragging her down into the dirt and crawling on top of her, holding her there and wrapping one arm around her neck.

"Ed, get off of me!" She screamed, trying her best to wriggle free of his grasp. Nothing was working. All in all, she was amazed by the power of the automail she had constructed. It held her tight, almost crushed her as Ed took his flesh hand and whapped her across the face from on top of her. He rolled her over and looked at her. The purple eyes were scanning her, smiling at her beauty, though they simply didn't care much for the blond. It was too bad Winry never noticed the eye color...

Tears began to stream from her eyes again as Ed assaulted her for the second time. And this time, she didn't feel any warmth, didn't feel anything, because all she could think of was how much God must've hated her to let this happen to her not once, but twice now.

Things were much different this time around, however. It seemed as though Ed was beginning to want more and more out of this situation, and Winry, strong as she was, had convinced herself things would be better if she willingly gave into his selfish desires. "Why don't you move a little!" He gritted his teeth, unable to talk normal because of the feeling of pleasure coarsing through his body.

Winry, unsure of how to incorporate this and motivate herself to 'move,' clenched her teeth and rolled over onto the top of him, rocking back and forth. Still, she choked on sobs, and again, Ed smacked her across the face because she wasn't making the best experience out of this. "You're useless!"

And then came all of the nasty comments Winry thought she would never have to hear coming out of Ed's mouth in her entire life. "Sure you're pretty on the outside... Sometimes... But on the inside, what's going on in that brain of yours!" Ed pushed her off, finally finished with Winry. "I'll bet everyone hates you, being so morbid and cynical all the time." One last time, he hit her, and this time left a purple streak by her eye. Then he kicked her in the stomach, and she bent over, coughing and sputtering as the blond looked down at her and smiled. "Don't think I'm finished with you yet." He made his leave.

For a few more minutes, Winry lay there, sobbing uncontrollably from pain on both the inside and the outside. He'd called her ugly. And all the time before he'd always told her about how pretty he thought she was, how much he loved her. Well, it seemed that it was over now.

She realized though, that she had to get up.

She did about the same as she had the last time this had happened, wiping the dirt from her dress and the blood from her face, wandering over to the street light. Winry had only been walking for a few minutes before she heard Ed again, and cringed, another tear falling from her face.

"Winry! Where were you!" He gave her a hug, and flinched when he saw her face. "What the hell happened!"

"Oh wouldn't you like to know!" She yelled, trying to tear herself from his grasp.

"Yes, I would." And before she could say anymore, she'd collapsed in his embrace and began crying on his shoulder, afraid that her sudden outburst would cause him to beat her senseless again, and maybe do something worse.

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