((Mmmhmm. Second chapter...))

She woke up drowsy and uncomfortable. For a moment she had forgotten where she was, but after her vision cleared she remembered. She was in a room at the Devil's Nest. That familiar faced man, Greed had brought her there. He had given her a name as well; It was Charity. She was rolled up in her burlap cloak and was a bit cold too. The bed was lumpy and smelled of cheap cologne so sleeping in those sheets probably wasn't the best idea. The bar was completely silent, even though it was the middle of the day. She messed with her hair until it was presentable and made her way down to the main lounging area. A light smirk found it's way to her lips, as she found it comical and yet all too bothersome to see half of the men of the pub sprawled across the floor with the whorish women around them. They looked like peaceful little scoundrels. In fact, they were.

It was time to leave. She obviously did not belong there and wasn't going to try to fit in. Besides, this was how she had lived for years. She began to step over the drunks laying on the floor and finally made it to the stairway leading out. She turned back to take one last look at the place. Taking a deep sigh she followed the steps up and out of the Devil's Nest. "Calling all angels!" the sound of an over confident sinner's voice shouted after her. "Are ya leavin' Charity?" he asked. "I'm a drifter, it's what I do. Thanks for the hospitality and all but I thought it over and I've decided to leave." she replied, "You said you don't remember when you were young." Greed began "But, if that's true how do you know you're...human?" She shot him a skeptic look and frankly had no idea what he was talking about. Doubt leads to anger often, "I deeply apologize for this but; First of all, I'm not a lizard or a dog so obviously I'm human and secondly why do you care so much? Why can't you just go back to your women and leave me be?" When and where she had plucked up the courage to talk to someone more physically powerful than she was, she had no idea. "Do you want the truth?" he asked in an defensive tone. "Why would I want a lie?" she answered back.
He took a deep breath and leaned against the brick walls of a slowly crumbling building. "I care because..." Charity could tell this was WAY out of character for him to say. He seemed like the type that kept a macho attitude about himself all the time. "The reason I'm called Greed is because of my nature. 'I want money. I want women, status and power. I want everything this world's selling and eternity's topping the list!' that whole sha-bang. But something changed when I saw you. You look almost exactly like a woman I knew when I was human. I'm a homunculus, an artificial human created by Dante. But you, you're different. You don't have the Ouroboros tattoo. That and ever since you stayed here I haven't had one greed derived feeling. I think if we homunculi are devils you're an angel. Which means you are a virtue. A symbol of God and the resurrection of Agape. That's why I want you to stay." He then laughed "Besides, you can never have too many women around!" He finished with a light hearted laugh.
"Agape, huh?" Was she really an angel? Her little explosion ability wasn't alchemy, so it could be a God given gift. But then, why would someone like her be an instrument of God? "I don't believe you." She couldn't possibly be an angel. "I didn't expect you to. But it all fits, doesn't it?" He gazed up at the clouds floating by. "If you get your memory back, come visit." With that he put his hands in his pockets and spun around to walk back into the bar.
For the rest of the day as she journeyed through the broken down city the question of her true form bothered her. A phrase echoed in her head from what seemed like forever ago, "There's no such thing as no such thing!" it was such a bizarre saying and made her feel nostalgic for old times she couldn't quite remember. It was getting dark and she hadn't found shelter yet, which worried her a bit but she had been in worse situations before. She climbed up top a building and onto the clay roof to watch the sun set in the West. A strange feeling came over her now. One of homesickness and a longing to return to a place once visited. She had never felt this way before and it also troubled her. The only place she could think of was that damned bar, the Devil's Nest. "There's no way I'm going back there. Sheesh." Gunfire could be heard in the distance, "Another one gone. How sad humans are with their blood lust." she spoke like a wise old woman rather than a young naïve girl.
CHA CHNK.
The cold metal of a hand gun to the back of her head chilled her. "Missy you picked the wrong night to come up here." a cold voiced man said . "Stand up." she obeyed without a word. "Turn around and put your hands up." She complied again. The man in front of her was none other than Frank Archer. She recognized him from the hunts before. Trying to catch someone like her was one of the things he enjoyed most. Her eyes met his in a death glare, "You can tell your precious Fuhrer to kiss my ass, Archer. I'm not going with you." she spat at him. "You don't seem to understand. I'm not taking my orders from King Bradley anymore. This apprehension is purely because I can't stand types like you." Charity narrowed her eyes and focused hard on him. "Then you won't be spared." she said in a deadly tone. "And neither will you." he tightened his grip on the trigger of his gun.
BANG BANG BANG!
Charity gasped, ducked, and covered her mouth with her left hand. Standing in front of her was Greed with 3 bullet holes through his neck. They had originally been aimed for her forehead, but that idiot had gotten in the way while she ducked down. She was baffled that he had been close enough to get in the way because she was at point blank range from Archer. Greed merely laughed a bloody and gurgled maniacal laugh. "You're always getting into trouble, Charity." he said while Charity marveled at the wounds closing themselves up. She stood up and watched Archer's face contort in anger. "I'll kill you!" He backed up and shot his hand gun until he ran out of bullets and fled. At which point Greed had changed into his true form to deflect the bullets fired at him.
Charity's eyes widened in fear. It was the thing that she first remembered, the monster that had chased her and almost killed her. "Get away from me!" she yelped and scampered back in a panic. Her mind couldn't handle the fact that standing before her was this thing that had been Greed all along. All the while the monster looked so confused and a bit hurt. "Wait..." It said putting a hand out . "Get away!" Charity hit the edge of the flat roof and felt for the top of the gate around it. "Charity-" it pleaded with her. She stopped. Something had changed. "Oh my God." It had all come back to her. In her desperation to escape, memories of her past life hit her like a ton of bricks. She gasped and clutched her head. It was a bit too much for her to handle at once. Charity could see and hear voices and images of this city in it's prime. Happiness, sadness, even love. She remembered herself as Agape, and he as Avaric. Her controlling mother, the strict nuns, and her need to control her own path.
She opened her eyes and looked up at Greed (now in his human form).
"I'm sorry... It's just-"
"Agape, don't worry about it."
She smiled and blushed a bit, "I've caused quite a bit of trouble while I was here. Sorry..." She stood up and put her hands on her hips. "I guess things will be a bit better now that I know who I am again. Long time no see, eh?" "It's good to have you back."

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That night I went back to the Devil's Nest er- home. Greed introduced me to everyone and I was happy once more. The empty feeling had gone away finally. I slept better than usual and woke up in a good mood. I had a dream for the first time in what felt like forever. It was more of a memory than a dream, though; It was one of Avaric and I...when things were simple and we were young.

((YESSSS! I have spell checker again! dances I'm so so so happy. I won't get marked down on my school work now for misspelled words anymore! Yep. So after a week of no Internet and computer I finally got it back with all of my files! My hard drive had died. Plus I have Band Camp so my hours at home are limited. I hope you all liked this chapter! Archer is a pussy, Greed is a pimp and I don't own either of them. Damn. I just have Charity. Well, 'til next time!))