Disclaimer: Don't own Fullmetal Alchemist is any way.

Changes to last chapter: I made a few mistakes in the last chapter. (New readers ignore this)

1) It's stated Edward was "the only" test subject who had a window in his room. That has been changed to "one of the few".

2)Roy is Alphonse commander. Used leader by accident. Sorry.

Author to reviewer/reader:

To Tenku Greywords: Thank you for mentioning about the spacing. I haven't written on "FanFiction" for a long time and forgot about how the story looks when on the site.

Sorry to any other reader who found it difficult to follow the scene changes.

To evangellie: Thank you for mentioning my mistakes. It's actually one of my biggest problems when writing. I obviously did a crap job when proof reading, but I'll use the excuse that I proof read at 3-4 AM.

To readers (in general): This is obviously a thank you for reading the story - review or no review thanks any ways.

Chapter 2: Escape to Nothing

The sun was going down leaving a wash of pink, orange, purple and gold in the sky. Edward sits on his windowsill watching. He was one of the few subjects with a window in his room. The once grey cement walls were now painted with these various colours. He found this to be eerie. 'It's too beautiful to be here.'

Continuing his actions from the past hours, Edward starts to thump his head against the surface he was closest too. With a second thought Edward sides steps to face the wall, and continues his brain deadening progress. He couldn't possible thump his head against the window. They might think he's escaping. He definitely did not want that to happen. There was a reason Edward and the other window-privileged test subjects didn't sought freedom from windows. Those reasons being:

1) There was the possibility of accidentally breaking the glass, leading to...

2) …They could think he was trying to escape, and transfer to another room or into isolation. And…

3) …The most important of all, the explosives connected to the window would detonate if anything (example. escaping) were to occur.

Edward thought of another reason. 'We're not willing to commit suicide.' He could concur to that. Taking a look at his bed, the sheets were still rumpled. Yet in truth, nothing happened. There were no moans, excessive feelings of being hot, or the wet noises that were usually made. Just warmth he hadn't felt in a long time. "No, not true." Edward said it out loud, just to hear the confirmation of his own voice. He had felt warmth like that and just as his mother did.

When Davis took Edward back to his room, came into the room with him - Edward couldn't see what's to happen. Davis had hugged him and cradled him. There was the occasional kiss on his forehead, but they were sweet not passionate.

He had asked 'why'. Davis's answer either scared him or surprised him - maybe both, nor either. Edward couldn't help but feel…even now he still didn't know.

I love you.

From Edward's knowledge, that wasn't a phrase precariously thrown around - to his knowledge. Davis was false, right. But if he wasn't, then Davis meant what he said. Even when it was just whispered in Edward's ear, everything became loud - alert.

Edward had always considered that everyone here, in the Facility, was faking any sort of care. If he was wrong about Davis, then it was really two people that he can trust.

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Edward was being rocked back and forth. His back presses against Davis's chest, and the older man's arms and legs circled around him. Edward's size allowed his head to rest perfectly on Davis's shoulder. Warm breath could be felt at the top of his head, where Davis's rested his mouth. Davis's whole body was shaking.

"Edward."

His voice was serious. Edward waited for Davis to continue before realizing he needed to answer. "Is…is something wrong?"

"I'll get you out of here."

"What!" This was insanity.

"I want you away from her, them, this place." Edward now understood Davis's shivering. "The bleeding seems to have stopped. She dug in pretty hard. You sure you didn't feel anything?"

Edward was still trying to process Davis's proclamation, making sure he heard it right. Davis was willing to take Edward away from the Facility. His was taking deep breaths to calm himself.

"Edward?" His name tinged with anxiety.

"Yeah." Edward turned his head, allowing him to effectively look at Davis.

"I asked if you felt any pain from Dr. Blythe's nails." Davis started to slide his fingers through Edward's golden hair. "Are you sure you didn't feel a thing?"

Edward could recognize the worry. He'd seen the emotion so many times. "I didn't feel anything." Davis's arms wrapped around Edward even tighter, getting him ready for impact.

"I'll take you away from here." He kissed the top of Edward's forehead.

"Why?" One word can result in such a large answer.

"I love you Edward."

Forget large, the better term seemed to be catastrophic. Edward, for once, couldn't react.

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"He's trying to trick me." Edward smothers his hand to his face, letting out a long breath of weariness. "Why can't he just be easy to read?" Pulling at his hair trying to regain some logic, Edward flops onto the bed. "Davis, what do you want?" 'Everyone wants something.'

'Do I even want to be out there?' Edward looks beyond his window, beyond the exercise fields, and tries to peer beyond the large wall encasing them. They abandoned us - this was the truth Edward found out when he was fourteen. Do I want to be out there with them or here? He could remember being in the isolation cell after causing a ruckus in the exercise grounds. They guard was pissing him off.

And so started his week of isolation - yet not before Dr. Blythe decided to talk to him. Give him something to think about. Edward remembers every word, words Davis confirmed himself:

You and all the others were abandoned.

Do you think this is some secret lab that no one knows about?
They know Edward, and they don't care.

Isn't that cruel.

Do you want to be out there?

Imagine Edward,

Imagine where they'll bring you next.

If not here, then maybe somewhere worse.

They want there soldiers and wars.

Intelligence and strength.

To them, you rats are making the world a better place.

For them.

We can both hate this place, and in time…

Just wait and one day you can truly see the world

From their point of view.

With perfect timing, there's a knock at his door. Time for the rats to run.