Yes, it is a very odd pairing. I just thought of what it would be like if they did get together. Oh yeah, I know Envy was all morphed and crap in the movie, but it never says what happened to him later. And I know Dante's dead too, but I decided to get Envy a NEW master. I'll explain in a later chapter. -Totschafe
It was by the telephone booth, like it had always been. Elysia looked around the dark street, panicked, her eyes wide. The phone was off of its hook, beeping repeatedly. But no one was around, until she heard the low voice.
"Well, well, well, look who came to watch."
She turned around to face the voice. It was the silhouette, as usual, she had seen it before. Bright violent eyes contrasted to the tall, thin, black mass that was standing over something…But what was it? Whoever it was moved aside to let the street light shine over what it was standing over. That's when Elysia screamed. There was the body of her father, eyes wide in horror and dead pale. A gunshot wound was on his stomach, bleeding. His glasses were broken as well, blood on them. The figure began laughing maniacally, and then faded away, with Elysia still screaming.
Elysia shot up in her bed, panting and pale faced. She had been having the same nightmare for almost ten years. But it never managed to get old. She would always get scared. Ever since the funeral, it seemed as though Elysia had almost lost touch with the world. When she turned thirteen, she dyed her hair black and started hanging around with people no one in the world would trust. Her mom had also lost touch in a way. She wasn't as vibrant as she used to be, though she was still as sweet as ever.
Rubbing her eyes irritably, Elysia got up and stumbled to her window overlooking Central. The window was open, letting the cool breeze rush past her. Things had changed drastically from ten years ago. There was a war in Central that was won and Ed had gone to another world, Al with him. Nothing was the same. The fifteen-year-old yawned and scratched her head, her black hair falling in front of her face. She swore up and down that the figure was her father's killer and she also knew that she had seen the killer before, but that was a memory long gone.
Standing at the window a moment longer, she watched the sun just rising over the buildings, casting odd shadows everywhere. Stumbling back over to her dresser, she picked out her clothes. A long sleeved black shirt, black skirt that went to her knees, striped socks and combat boots. Putting everything on, she walked over to her mirror and gazed at her reflection. Pale as usual, permanent darkness under her eyes, but her eye color had remained the same, a hazel-like green. Those hadn't changed one bit.
Leaving a note for her mom, saying she was going out for a walk, Elysia left the house, strolling down the paved street. The breeze felt excellent against her face. Taking random turns and going down streets that she didn't know about, she found herself at a dead-end. She did that frequently. So, naturally, she turned around to go back. But something jumped in front of her before she could take a step forward. And right in front of her was the very thing from her nightmares, the tall silhouette with bright violet eyes. Her old memory returned. He even had the long hair of the person leaning against the tree. Her eyes widened at the very sight of him. He laughed.
"Well lookie here, the Hughes girl. I thought I would catch someone here. I didn't know it would be you."
But she was too scared to respond to him. He saw this and moved to one of buildings' walls, showing himself in the light. He was very pale, too pale in fact. His hair was spiky and a dark green color. And just like she remembered, very thin, but surprisingly muscular. She was shaking horribly at that point and he laughed harder.
"Judging by what you look like, I wouldn't expect you to be scared of anything."
Normally, she would have thought of a smart remark to send back to him, but nothing came to mind. In fact, her mind was almost blank if it wasn't for her life flashing before her eyes. She couldn't even move. He looked at her oddly.
"What is wrong with you?"
She shook her head slowly, shutting her eyes tightly, imagining that he wasn't there, that if she opened her eyes, he wouldn't be there anymore. She could feel hot tears sliding down her cheeks. This was absolutely pitiful. She reopened her eyes to see him still staring back at her, a strange expression on her face.
"Hey, why are you crying? I never said I was going to kill you, now did I? I just said I knew someone was coming here. Though I could kill you if I was able to."
Her eyes got even wider. He wanted to kill her? Then something went through her mind. She had throwing knives in the sleeves of her shirt. Immediately, she moved her arms back, then thrust them forward, bringing two small knives into her hands. Without comprehending what she was doing, a knife had landed right between his eyes and the other was in his neck, right where his esophagus was. Blood rushed out of the wounds and he fell backwards, but somehow stopped almost a foot from the pavement, balancing on his ankles. He was practically floating, but his eyes were still closed. Then his body shot upward and he stood there for a minute. His hand slowly reached up and pulled the knife out of his neck. The wound closed and he pulled the other one out of his head and the wound closed on that one too. He opened his eyes and smiled.
"Just like your dad. I should have expected that."
