Yes, I know it's taken me forever and a day to get this chapter up. Much fluff occurs here, along with an OC, who really isn't an OC. You all know her and one of you has guessed who she is. By the way, 'Srivalli' means 'snake queen' in Swahili. Kind of fitting, don't you think? There is also some OOCness and so on. It goes by fast, but so does life. (hates school severely)
Elysia ran as she had never run before. It was like taking her morning walk, except ten times faster. She took several turns and ran into dark alleys. Her footsteps echoed through the whole street complex. It began to rain suddenly, causing her to run even faster. Her heartbeat was thumping abnormally fast.
She stopped at a dead end, turning to go back. But the second she turned, she was the bright violet eyes she had wished to see so badly. He stepped into the light and she noticed something different about him. His face…it wasn't normal. He looked evil, his face contorted to suit his mood. He took one step forward and she took one step back. A cold laugh erupted from him.
"What's wrong Elysia? Scared?"
She shook her head, but what she was really trying to do was convince herself that she wasn't scared, but she was.
The laugh came from him again and he walked up to her and she walked back until she was pinned against a fence. He grinned at her. Lightning flashed, causing his face to have an even more manic expression. This couldn't be the Envy she knew. Something was terribly wrong with him. His eyes were part of that. The slits in his eyes were so thin that she could hardly see them. His smile was insane, like the ones that serial killers have before they kill someone. And that was exactly what he was going to do to her…kill her.
She took a chance while he was standing over her to run to the open right side of him, which she did. And, just as she planned, she was free. But not for long. She felt a horrible crashing feeling in her chest and looked down to see an arm around her, holding her. Black dots appeared in front of her eyes and she tried to catch her breath, but the crashing feeling was still in her. Then, she fainted.
Slowly, her eyes opened and closed quickly when she saw a bright light over her. A groan escaped her and she rolled over, finding that she was laying on some kind of metal table. There was a clicking of footsteps and she saw a cloaked figure standing over Elysia.
"Good morning, Miss Elysia."
"M-morning?"
"Yes, you've been asleep for ten hours. It's now 11 o'clock in the morning."
"Who are you?"
"My name is Srivalli. I'm sorry for the table, but it was the only thing I had."
Elysia suddenly shot up, but a searing pain shot through her chest and she laid back down, whimpering. Srivalli made a small grunting noise.
"Envy! Come here!"
There was a muffled noise, then he came in the room, looking down at Elysia, his eyes more normal than they were before. Srivalli tapped her foot irritably.
"How badly did you hurt her?"
Envy only shrugged.
"I didn't. I only ran up and grabbed her so she wouldn't get away."
"Yeah? Well you apparently grabbed a little too hard."
He bowed his head, looking ashamed.
"Sorry master,"
"Whatever, just don't do it again."
He nodded. Srivalli shook her head.
"I'm sorry for all of this. You shall be returned home as soon as possible."
That caused Elysia to really sit up straight, ignoring the pain in her chest.
"No! I came to that alley to see him."
She pointed at Envy and Srivalli cocked her head, the hood never falling.
"You wanted to see Envy? Why on earth would you want to do that? Do you have a death wish or something?"
Envy seemed to take that offensively and huffed, crossing his arms. Srivalli completely ignored him and looked at Elysia.
"You aren't too far from your house. I'm sure you'll find your way back."
"But-"
"I insist. Forget about him."
"I-I can't."
Envy looked up at her with a perplexed look. He wasn't getting it at all. Elysia cared about him and what he was going through. He was in pain deep down, but his exterior said otherwise. He had to remember her, at least a little bit. Something from their encounter a year ago. She looked up to Envy with pleading eyes. He stared at her blankly, much like a child being explained something that they just didn't understand. He was just starting to see something appear in his mind when Srivalli said something. He shook his head and looked at her.
"What?"
"Take Miss Elysia back to her home."
"You trust me, with her?"
Srivalli made a hissing noise and he saw her nails start to extend. He drew back and nodded.
"Yes ma'am."
He grabbed Elysia's wrist harshly and pulled her off of the table. She whimpered as her chest began to hurt again. Srivalli hissed again.
"If you even slightly try to hurt her…"
He nodded in response and took off.
Envy and Elysia walked outside and Elysia looked around, remembering her surroundings. Envy still hadn't taken his hand off of her wrist, but nudged her forward.
"C'mon, the faster we get there, the faster I can get back."
She turned her head and glared at him, then looked forward again, closing her eyes.
"You really don't remember me, do you?"
"No."
"That's a pretty simple answer."
"It was a simple question. What more do you expect?"
"I was hoping you would remember me."
He tugged her wrist again, digging his nails in it.
"Would you just take us to your house…now?"
She rolled her eyes. Deep down, she really wanted to hug him tightly and not let him go, just like she had planned to do. Instead, she kept her cool exterior that she had built up over the years (with a little help from Mustang) and pretended that everything was fine and that she wasn't almost murdered again by the same person that she just happened to be in love with.
She dragged him across Central and to her block. Right before they got to her house, Envy stopped her. She looked at him.
"What's wrong?"
He merely stared at her with calm and neutral eyes, then used his free hand to turn into a pistol. Her eyes widened at the sight of it.
"E-Envy?"
"These are my orders, to kill you."
"Did Srivalli tell you to do this?"
He smirked evilly.
"Did you just figure that out?"
He pointed the gun at her head and smiled gently. She was frozen, yet again, because of him threatening to kill her. Suddenly, she got an idea. She had to bring back his memories somehow. For some reason, her mind drifted back to all of those old movies she had watched, with the same cliché being repeated over and over again. So she decided to repeat it one more time.
She tore her wrist from his hand and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close to her. She put her lips on his and closed her eyes. Just as she had planned, he froze, not moving an inch. She heard the familiar noise of one of his body parts going back to normal, then felt his arm go around her waist. He relaxed and kissed her back. He finally remembered her.
