Pride cocked his head slightly before he gasped and pushed Wrath back against the trunk of tree, covering her mouth his right hand. She was taken aback by Pride's sudden action, struggling slightly against his grasp to at least get his hand off her mouth. "Shh..." He hissed, closing an eye as he looked over her shoulder and over the side of the trunk. "They nearly saw us..." Wrath blinked slightly out of confusion, the look on her face was clearly asking 'What the hell are you talking about?' After a few minutes he lowered his hand. "I'm sorry...I didn't want to be seen..." He whispered, stepping away as a few leaves crunched under his feet.
"What the hell are you talking about?" She asked, cocking her head.
"The bad people," Pride said. "Keep quiet." He hissed, jumping upward as he grabbed a tree branch and pulled himself up. Wrath still looked confused as she took what looked to be a small throwing knife out of one of the pockets of her skirt. He cocked his head, holding out his hand. "If you need help getting up here, I can come back down..." He whispered. She shook her head slightly as she climbed back up in the tree and stood on a nearby branch, leaning against the trunk as she looked down at the strange men below. "If we're caught, we'll have to kill them..." He muttered quietly.
"Then I guess we'll have to try and not get caught." She whispered. Pride cocked his head, peering back down as a few of the intruders were only a few inches from noticing them. Pride hid behind the tree, clutching a blade that was in his pocket. Wrath hid as well, leaning back against the trunk as she held the blade close to her face.
Pride's eyes widened as he saw a soldier shout, pointing towards the two young homunculi. Pride groaned, grabbing Wrath's wrists. "C'mon...We've got to do it...It's the only way out of this..." He whispered. She nodded slightly, sighing as she grasped the small knife in her fingers and threw it at the soldier who had shouted with deadly accuracy as it pierced the man's heart. The soldier let out a horrid gasp as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and collapsed on his back on the hard ground.
Pride's eyes widened. "Damn..." He whispered. He jumped down off the tree as a few of the soldiers jumped from shock and began to pull out their guns, though Pride clapped and a scythe formed within his fingers. Wrath took out another knife, eyes narrowing as she threw it at another one of the soldiers, hitting him in square between the eyes. Pride swung the scythe with ease, swinging it behind his back before it had decapitated two of the men brutally...Just another days work. Now only one soldier was left. He was trembling violently as he shakily pulled a walkie-talkie out of his pocket, the gun trembling in his fingers.
Wrath looked at the soldier with a cold expression on her face as she pulled another life out of her pocket. Pride stepped behind her, raising his arms with the head of he blade only inches from the soldier. The soldier ran off quickly toward headquarters as Pride let out a sigh. "We let one get away..."
"Dammit...Now what?" She asked with a sigh, pocketing the knife.
"Its too late now." Pride whispered, lowering his weapon. "We better find somewhere to hide..." He said as Wrath gave a small nod in response. He clapped as the scythe disappeared. "We surely can't take on the whole military." He whispered. "I'm sure that idiot went back and told them by now." He hissed.
"Wouldn't surprise me one bit." She muttered darkly. She let out a slight sigh as she looked down at the scene they had left. The decapitated bodies lay lifeless on the ground, some had knives sticking out of their bodies while the others were missing their heads. To them it was just a day's work...To normal humans it was a massacre, a blood bath.
"Mph...If more blood must me spilt, then so be it..." he muttered, looking back at the bodies as he began to run. She sighed and gave a slight nod out of agreement, running after Pride without saying another word or without a second glance at the bodies.
Meanwhile back at headquarters the soldier who had escaped ran toward the Fuher's office to report the grisly news. "Sir sir!" The soldier shouted, running inside the large office. The Fuhur looked up, lifting his head from the paperwork which had been left there for him to do.
"What is it Lieutenant? It looks like you've seen a ghost." He asked.
"Worse!" He cried, his face was pale and his body was trembling. "A massacre...Just when we were looking around for evidence...The other men were killed!" Roy immediately pushed himself up.
"What were the criminals' appearances?"
"One had blonde hair sir...Seemed to be a young boy being around his teens, the other looked to be about the same age...A girl with light blue hair. T-There were markings on them sir!" Roy had stiffened, frozen into place. "S-sir...Y-you look like you've seen a ghost...It's just a coincidence Roy." The man said to himself, rubbing his temples.
"Thanks for the report Lieutenant...That's all we need in this town is more deaths." Roy sighed, strapping on a pair of white gloves.
Soon at least 50 soldiers were in the Fuhur's office, each with a flat hand over their eyes in a salute. Roy stood up with his hands behind his back. "I've gathered each of you here because I need to count on you to capture the criminals...Even if it means by death. Let me tell you...Don't have a guilty conscience...If they look familiar." A few of the soldiers lowered their hands and looked around the room, now a bit confused. "Do you understand?" Roy shouted.
"Yes sir!" They cried back.
Alphonse Elric was beside the Fuhur, looking up for he had no idea what the Fuhur had been told earlier. Perhaps it was best if he didn't know but that didn't mean he couldn't follow. Roy looked down to Alphonse, placing a hand on his shoulder. "This is one mission you need to stay behind..." He whispered.
Al looked up at Mustang, a bit wide-eyed. "Why! This one seems more important than the others!" Since his brother had left, Alphonse had taken a place in the military seeing as it was a profession he enjoyed as well. He wore white synthetic gloves, though not at all ordinary. Like the Fuhur's, an emblem was engraved on them for a technique that he could only perform. Except this one was in the palms of his hands, allowing him to only clap to create the transmutation.
Roy looked down, shaking his head. "Al, I order you to stay here...Some things are just too dangerous." Al looked up helplessly as the Fuhur turned back around. "I've each given you the description...Now find them!" The Fuhur shouted, leading them out. Since the soldiers heard the descriptions, they still had no idea what the Fuher meant by not having guilty consciences because of the killer's appearances, some hadn't even thought about it.
Meanwhile back in the outskirts of Central, Pride hurled himself on a rooftop landing with the same cat-like grace as Envy once had. His dark eyes darted around the empty city, no one wanted to come out and wander the streets after the articles that had struck Central. Something about this town made Pride stay and if Pride stayed, Envy stayed. Now with the two young homunculi around, it was hell on earth. "The military will be after us shortly, think we can handle it?" He asked, turning to Wrath.
"I don't know, I think we can." She said, nodding slightly as she bent down next to Pride and looked down at the dark, empty street below.
"I hate fighting them." Pride whispered, looking of toward the military headquarters. "There's a man there I really don't like...But he always seems hard to kill..."
"Which one?" She asked, not averting her gaze from the street.
"He has black hair," Pride muttered. "And something blocks his left eye..."
She blinked, cocking her head slightly. "Why does that man sound...Familiar...?"
The soldiers had marched out of headquarters, each bearing guns and a different variety of weapons. Pride bent down, close to the roof as he heard footsteps coming from the end of the street as he waited like a tiger stalking its prey. Wrath's eyes had narrowed when she heard the footsteps also, her haunting dark green eyes were now cat-like slits. Inside the building, Al had climbed out the window, apparently inheriting his older brother's curiousness and lack of discipline.
Getting back to her feet, Wrath jumped to a roof opposite of Pride. Pulling out one of her knives, the two watched as the soldiers made their way down the street...Unknowingly marching toward their untimely deaths. Wrath smirked as she watched the soldiers march closer toward the buildings where Pride and Wrath were waiting for them. She held the knife close to her face as she kept hidden in the shadows of the roof, throwing the knife as it struck one of the soldiers in the chest. The man let out a groan as he fell on his stomach, blood staining the streets from his chest. The soldiers yelled as they readied their guns, looking frantically for where the assault had come from.
"My my...Look at what we've got here Pride...A bunch of sitting ducks." She said with a sinister smirk, jumping of the roof and landed cat-like on her feet around ten feet away from the soldiers. Pride cackled as he followed suit, landing next to Wrath with the scythe clutched in his hand.
"F-Fullmetal...?" One soldier stuttered. He wasn't the only one who was dumbfounded, the whole military, including Mustang, were stunned by what they were seeing. Mustang shook his head slightly and looked at the two with a cold look.
"W-What are you guys waiting for?" A small boy cried. "SHOOT THE-" He stopped as his voice trailed off, all the color had flushed from Al's once pink face. His hands began to tremble as his foot breached the concrete behind him. "N...Nii-san...?" He asked as if he were under a spell. His muscles felt weak and his eyes had become blurred. "Star...Edward...W-Why...Why do you look like that?" He screamed with tears in his eyes.
Roy shook his head, holding out a hand to Al's chest, preventing him from running toward the two familiar beings. "Al...It's not them..." He whispered.
She looked over to the boy who was yelling at them, for some reason he too was...Familiar in a way. But why? Who was this boy?
"Nii-san! Nii-san!" Al cried, struggling against the arm that was in front of him. "Let me go! That's my brother!" He shouted. "He isn't dead! That's him! Don't shoot! Don't shoot!"
She raised a brow at the boy. "What the hell are you talking about?" She asked, her tone dull as she looked over at Al.
Pride arched an eyebrow, bringing the scythe down at his feet. This boy was familiar, looking at him for a moment before lowering his head and turning to the soldiers. "Yeah...Don't shoot," He smirked. "I'll kill you like a bunch of helpless dogs, I'd rather have some excitement in the kill...I don't want to bring death upon something that's already dead.."
Roy seemed a bit startled but brought up his gloved hand. "You were the ones that murdered my soldiers?" he asked.
Pride turned to Wrath. "We did."
"So what of it? Really a pity they didn't put up to much of a fight." She said, a small sinister smirk was starting to play on her face.
Al's eyes widened once they noticed the oroborus tattooed around Star's navel. "A...Homunculis...?" He stuttered. "NO!" Al cried, shaking his head rapidly back and forth. "No!"
Roy pressed his hand against the boy's chest, "Go back to headquarters Al!"
"He's my brother!"
"No he isn't..." Roy whispered. "Your brother wouldn't kill my men...LEAVE!" He snapped. Al looked up with watery eyes as he noticed the soldiers raise their guns toward the two familiar beings.
She raised a brow at the brow at the soldiers and looked over to Pride, nodding slightly. Pride nodded as well as he hurled himself toward the group of soldiers and sliced them with the head of the blade. Al fumbled backward, landing on his behind as his limbs began to shake, watching the boy he once knew as a brother, destroy his friends. The only family he had since Star and Edward had left him. "STOP!" The boy cried. "Please! Don't do this!"
She looked over toward the boy, raising a brow as he held the knife in her fingers. "And who are you to being giving orders?" She asked, her tone had a dry note to it.
"Star..." Al whispered. "It's me...Alphonse...Don't you remember?" he whined, pushing himself upward as he looked her in the eye.
"Star? I don't know who the hell your talking about...My name is Wrath."
"You're not a sin!" Al shouted, stomping his foot. Pride turned around cocking his head as he looked at Al and Wrath. The boy was caught off guard as Roy wrapped his arm around Pride's throat and held a gun to his head threateningly. Wrath's eyes narrowed out of pure anger and hatred when she looked back at Mustang, letting out a low growl as she pulled out another knife.
"What is your name?" Roy asked, looking down at the homunculus that was struggling in his arms. Pride's weapon had fallen out of his grip as his fingernails dug into the arm that began to choke him.
"Pride..." The boy hissed, looking up to the colonel. "Any last words?" The boy asked, slightly smirking.
"I was about to ask you the same thing." Roy spat, rubbing his middle finger against his thumb of his glove. He winced, blocking out the image of Edward Elric. The boy he once knew, for this man that was struggling in his grip wasn't the Fullmetal Alchemist, only a puppet bearing the soul of someone like Envy.
"Don't hurt him! Don't hurt him!" Al shouted, shaking his head as he picked up the scythe on the ground.
"Let him go or I will be forced to kill you." She hissed, her tone was icy as she gripped her weapon even more tightly in her fingers.
"You were going to kill me anyway, weren't you? Roy shouted, "Make a move to kill me and you will kill him too." The Fuhur muttered, tightening his finger on the trigger.
Wrath's eyes narrowed, letting out a low, irritated growl. Dammit...Now what...
Al struggled to keep the weapon up but managed as Pride looked at him wearily. "Al?" He whispered lazily. His fingers that were once dinging into the Fuhur's military jacket now lost it's grip and were dangling at his side. Something was screaming inside of him. Yelling the words What are you doing? Pride looked down, feeling suddenly weak. "What have I become?" He asked hoarsely. Al's eyes widened as he walked toward the young sin.
Roy pushed him away. "AL! I told you to go back!"
"He remembers me!" Al shouted. "I can't leave him!"
Roy looked at him wearily. "If I let him go he'll only return to being what he once was...A murderer..."
Pride looked up to the Fuhur who had lowered his gun. He smirked, jerking out of his grip as he tugged the scythe out of Al's arms. "Take one more step and you'll join the others!"
"And you don't want that now, do you?" She asked smugly, smirking as bit as she stood next to Pride, holding the knife in her fingers.
"Sometimes...I wish I do want just that..." Al whispered, looking up. "You're not my brother...And...You're not Star..." he said, choking on tears. "It...It was nothing but false hope..."
"Of course we're not the ones you think we are, you were foolish to even think it." She smirked.
Pride nodded in agreement before he felt a presence behind him. "Why are you two taking so long?" A voice shouted. "Kill them!"
"Envy..." Pride whispered, looking up. Al and Roy and the few remaining officers began to shoot randomly, one bullet had hit Pride's shoulder as he hissed out of pain at the sharp sting in his shoulder.
"Would be my pleasure." She muttered, smirking as she threw the knife at one of the other officers as it embedded itself square in his chest. Looking over at Pride and saw that he was shot, she let out a low growl and looked over at the boy as though saying that for now they needed to fall back. "Next time you won't be so lucky." She hissed, throwing several knives at once so that they hit the officers hands and legs so they couldn't shoot or run after them, jumping back onto the rooftop of a nearby building, waiting for Pride.
Pride looked up as he held his left shoulder and jumped on the roof, following Wrath. Al was still shaking as he watched the boy jump off, away with Envy and Wrath. He wiped his eyes and looked to the officers that were on their knees, shouting in pain. The Fuhur needed to call for backup. "Alphonse...Go warn the others...Tell them to get here and quickly to bring these men to the nearest infirmary quick!" He shouted. Al nodded as he began tot run in the direction of headquarters. Though a lot more things were now on the boy's mind.