Oh dear. I updated this story over two weeks ago! I'm a terrible person aren't I. Well, guess what, I now have my own updating schedule that I'm to try and stick to. This is my Chinese New Year's resolution. Yes. Crimson Sin will be updated once on each weekend and it might be updated more than once depending on how much of my creative juices are flowing. Yes. I've been overworked at school. Three projects. Five tests. Yes. Too much work. Anyways, I love all those who reviewed because your support makes me happy, which is good! Now, on with the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own FMA. End of story.

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Crimson Sin

Chapter Seventeen – White

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Ed let out a groan as he rolled over in the hospital bed. Light was pouring in through the open window and it was irritating him. He cracked open one eye, but immediately shut it when the sun's rays were too strong for his sensitive vision. It was late in the morning, but he was still unbelievably tired. A frown found its way onto his face when he realized that he had fallen asleep before he could see Roy again.

He tried to fall asleep, but the constant chirping outside kept him awake. Ed slowly opened his eyes once, letting his vision adjust to the harsh rays outside. They widened when he saw the absence of colors, but then remembered that he was now colorblind. The room was small and the whitewashed walls and the white floor smelled of chemicals. His bed was pressed up against the wall, but there was enough room for him to get out on either side.

Bored with sitting around, the blond teen swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. His legs shook slightly beneath his weight and his knees buckled at first, causing him to fall to the floor. Cursing softly, he got up once more, using the bed for support. He looked down at himself and noticed that he was wearing a pair of pajamas that were way to big for him. The white pants hung loosely around his waist and formed a nice clump on the floor around each foot and the shirt had a tendency to leave one shoulder exposed, but kept both of his hands completely covered. Muttering to himself, Ed held his pants up with one hand while the other stuck to the wall, steadying the teen. He then slowly made his way out of his room and into the hallway.

The long corridors were already full of life. Nurses and doctors scurried past Ed, some snickering slightly when they saw how large the clothes were on him. Ed shot them angry glares in return, causing their laughter to immediately cease. The short alchemist slowly walked down the corridor, his steps jerky and his hand constantly relying on the wall for aid. He rounded and corner and found himself staring at the room belonging to the person who probably hated him now more than ever.

"Riza," Ed breathed, a wave of sadness crossing his face. His expression softened and he took in a deep breath. The teen cautiously peered into the room. What he saw caused his golden eyes to widen considerably.

Riza Hawkeye was fast asleep on her bed, her arms resting peacefully by her side. He face was no longer contorted with the rage that Ed had seen before. Wires were connected to her body, monitoring everything that was happening inside. The steady peeping of the heart monitor and the steady fwish of oxygen traveling into Riza's lungs were all that Ed heard. He stared at the adult's unmoving body, hating himself for causing her to end up like this.

A strong hand suddenly rested on Ed's shoulder, causing the blond to quickly spin around, ready to attack whoever had snuck up behind him. He was about to throw a punch when he froze.

"Mr. Edward Elric. I'd like it if you came with me. My associates and I have a few questions to ask you."

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Roy ambled down the street, his black hair a mess from the wind. He let out a yawn and rubbed the sleep away from his eyes. Last night had been another nearly sleepless one. The raven-haired man had eventually fallen asleep around six o'clock in the morning, resulting in less than the usual eight hours of sleep he managed to get. He was once again on his way to the hospital, which had become the place where he spent the majority of his time. He let out another yawn and walked up the steps and into the hospital.

"Good morning," he said to the receptionist and began to make his way towards Ed's room. He was suddenly stopped by a flustered nurse, whose arms were laden with medicines and other medical supplies. Her brown curls clung to her red face and her blue eyes were focused on the supplies she carried. "Yes?" he asked, obviously surprised by this action.

"You're looking for Mr. Elric, correct?" she asked, taking in a couple of deep breaths when she finished.

"Yes, and I really must see him, so excuse me," Roy replied and began to walk around the nurse, but she once again blocked off his path.

"You can't do that!" she exclaimed.

"Why not?" the Colonel replied, growing slightly irritated with this woman.

"Because Mr. Elric is no longer a patient here. He was picked up by another man, who was from the government, earlier this morning," the nurse quickly said.

"What?" Roy asked, his tone a mixture of anger, irritation, and worry. The nurse jumped slightly in surprise, causing some tubes of ointment to fall onto the floor. "Which way did he go?" the Colonel asked, handing the fallen tubes to the nurse.

"He said something about questioning, but that's all I heard," she said, thanking Roy as she took the tubes from his open hand.

Roy muttered and inaudible string of curses before dashing out of the building, leaving the nurse behind, a puzzled look on her face.

Dammit Ed! Can't you stay out of trouble for longer than twenty-four hours?

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Ed shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He was still wearing the pajamas, the man had just grabbed him and hauled him off to this place, giving him no time to say anything or change clothes. So there he was, sitting in an uncomfortable chair across from the same man, separated by a table, in a small cramped room that smelled of mold and dust. The floors were made of concrete and the floors were as well. Both were completely bare except for thick layers of dirt and dust.

"Okay, now that you've taken me out of a hospital without my consent and locked me up in a dirty room, could you please tell me who the hell you are?" Ed asked, rubbing his arm.

The dark-haired man let out a sigh and reclined in his chair. "My name is Kyle Fletcher. I'm here to ask you some questions about what happened the day before yesterday. You are the only one who was in the room and the same time as the attack and therefore are the prime suspect. Our entire conversation will be recorded, so anything you say will be used against you if necessary."

"Okay, hold on, you haul me off when I'm still resting in a hospital to treat me like a criminal? Oh, thanks a lot."

"Just cooperate and you'll be out of here in no time," Kyle said, obviously not amused with Ed's attitude. Ed snorted in and stared at the interrogator, his eyes flickering with annoyance. "What were you doing in the room?"

"I was changing into some clothes," Ed said simply, not wanting to go into detail why he was changing. Kyle raised one eyebrow in question, but Ed continued to stare at him, his gaze as cold as ever.

"Don't you have dorm rooms for that?"

"Yeah, but I was stupid, so I needed to borrow an extra uniform. Got a problem with that?" the teen snapped.

"Right. What were you and Miss Hawkeye talking about? There appears to have been some kind of struggle or fight," the man said, his unnerving gaze resting on Ed.

"She wanted to ask me if I had turned in my report to Colonel. End of story. Then this big bat thing came in and attacked us. I'm now colorblind because of that," Ed said, his voice dripping with annoyance. "Are we done yet?"

"No. Now, describe this creature," Kyle asked.

"Do I have to spell it out for you? Big bat thing! I didn't get a good look at it because I was promptly knocked out," the irritated blond said.

The investigator let out another sigh and began to massage his temples. "Look, this is fun and all, but I'm not here to play games with you. I know you're the one who cause Riza Hawkeye to go into a coma. I just need you to confess on tape." Piercing green eyes stared into golden ones.

"You have absolutely no proof that I did it, so stop talking to me like I'm some kind of common criminal!" Ed hissed, his anger reaching its boiling point.

"True. What would a shorty like you be able to do anyways?" the man said. He smirked when he saw Ed's eyes narrow in anger. He was getting to the teen and that's exactly what he wanted. Anger usually brought out the truth, making the suspect get tangled in a web of their own lies.

"Do not call me short," Ed said rather calmly, slowly rising from his seat.

"Did you attack Riza or not, Bean?" Kyle asked, smirking in satisfaction, "Only a monster could possibly hurt a woman."

"Shut up! I'm not talking to you anymore! I'm leaving, so good-bye!" Ed snapped as he made his way towards the door, but found that it was locked. "What the hell is going on?" he hissed.

"I can't let the prime suspect leave before the interrogation is finished. You were the only one at the Grand Neko when everyone was killed and now this."

"They're just coincidences!" Ed snarled, golden eyes narrowed in anger, sending waves of hatred towards the interrogator.

"Well, then there are an awful lot of coincidences stacked against you then!" Kyle said, slamming his hands on the table as he stood up. "Now, sit down and we can continue this in a civilized manner, not like a bunch of beasts. I'll ask you once more, did you attack Riza Hawkeye?"

"NO! Now leave me the hell alone!" Ed yelled and began to force the door open.

"Stop that!" Kyle cried out and began to pull Ed away from the door. His eyes widened when he found that the teen was a lot stronger than he looked.

"Get away from me!" Ed snarled and smacked Kyle away, his eyes now a deep shade of crimson and his fangs and claws exposed.

"W-what are you?" Kyle breathed as he slowly backed away from Ed, pressing up against the wall, clutching his wounded side, blood seeping into the dark blue fabric of his uniform. Staring in horror at the beast that was slowly walking towards him, fangs glinting in the dim light.

"A monster," Ed said, his mouth twisting into a wicked smile.

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Yeah, I'm ending it there. Yes I know. It's a really short chapter and it hasa cliffhanger, and you all are going to hate me for it, but guess what! You guys get another update this weekend! Lucky you. Yes, there will be some RoyxEd in the next chapter. Well, its sorta RoyxEd, but whatever. Review because I love you and reviews make me happy and me being happy is a very very good thing.

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Chapter Eighteen - Crimson