After a few moments ambulances had arrived. The men had been carried to the cart, though most weren't fortunate and had passed on. Al was still shivering as he walked behind the Fuher. "What will we do...? What will we do about them...?" He whimpered.
Roy turned his head. "We'll treat them as any other criminal..."
"They aren't just another ordinary criminals..." Al whispered. "They look like-"
"I know who they look like..." Roy muttered, interrupting the boy in a mid-sentence. "But it's not them Alphonse...We'll have to destroy them...As well as the others..."
Roy sighed, walking over to the window by his desk. Al noticed his fingers were trembling. "How...How did that happen...?" Al whimpered, nearly in tears. "How can my...- how can he turn into one of those monsters...Star too..." Roy turned his head, he couldn't help but pity the small boy in his office. For when the time came to destroy them...He feared it wouldn't be so easy for Alphonse.
"I know I can't tell you not to get involved Al..." Roy whispered. " I suggest what's best for you...So Please listen to me..."
Al shook his head. "I wont guarantee anything..." He whispered. Al sat down on the leather couch, folding his legs to his chest as Roy turned his head, taking a deep breath. It had been nearly a year since his brother's death. Alphonse had thought he would only see his brother's face again in dreams, though he was proved wrong. "I don't think I can do it..." Al hesitated. "I can't..."
"You won't," Roy whispered. "Once I have enough men to fight...We're going after them and you will stay here."
Al shook his head. "He may not be my brother...And that may not be Star...But still...it's part of them...And I want to try...I want to help..." He whimpered.
"I need to go grab something to eat..." Roy whispered. "Al...You're welcome to come." Al shook his head.
"I'm not hungry." He whispered. Roy nodded. Come to think of it...He wasn't hungry at all either, but instead wondered to the mess hall to take his mind off things. He was mortally shocked when he saw Breda, Falman, Havoc and Fury all at a table, picking at their food. Roy cocked his head. "Isn't today Friday...?" He asked, looking down.
"What of it...?" They all chorused lazily, still playing with their food.
"Well...Usually you four are in the spare room playing cards with what little money you have..." The Fuher whispered, none of them answered as Roy looked down. "I don't even feel like drinking..." He said quietly, taking a seat beside Havoc. None of them moved. Roy turned to the man beside him and held out a piece of paper. The man looked at it oddly before taking it, cocking the cigarette in his mouth as he began to read it.
"A phone number chief? But isn't-?" "
"I don't feel so much to go out...Not right now. Her name is Sarah…She has a sweet face and stopped me a few weeks ago. I haven't called her yet...Maybe you can have a chance with her..." Mustang whispered solemnly before pushing himself up. Havoc blinked, looking at the small piece of paper as he tucked it in his pocket and took the cigarette out of his mouth and sighed, breathing smoke across the table as Falman began to cough. One the Fuher left, Fury slammed his hands down on the table.
"You guys! Something is seriously wrong! The Fuher never passes out dates like tickets!" No one answered for a minute.
"Usually...When he feels like this...He asks me to go with him for a few drinks...Sometimes with Hughes and we talk...But I haven't seen the chief's lips touch alcohol for quite some time..." Havoc muttered, looking down at the table as everyone sighed.
"How are the other men doing? The ones that got hurt?"
"I hear they're doing fair...I mean...They aren't dead...But I hear some are even poisoned..." Havoc whispered.
"Poison...?" Falman asked.
"Yup.. "
Fury looked down. "It really isn't Star and Edward then...Huh?"
"Nope.." Havoc whispered. "Just when we thought it couldn't be worse..." All four of them looked up as they heard the door open. The first Lieutenant Hawkeye stood against the wall. "You four boys aren't going to mope around all day are you?" She asked. They didn't answer. "Not even if I throw in a few dollars for the card game...?" There was still no reply. "Havoc...I told you to quite smoking..." She whispered. "But I guess I'll make an exception for today..."
"How's the boss?" He asked as
Riza looked down. "Fairing just about as well as the young boy..."
"Al?" Fury asked.
"Yes...That poor boy..." Riza whispered. "He has it harder than all of us..." Riza said, walking toward the door again. "You guys need to get out for a while...It might do you some good..."
The homunculi had disappeared, now taking refuge for the time in a nearby abandoned building. "Hold still..." She muttered, tearing a piece of cloth that she had found nearby and started to wrap it around Pride's wound.
He lazily looked upward at her. "I'm fine, don't worry about it." He hissed.
Envy sat behind them, crossing his arms. "You two couldn't even handle a bunch of idiots, maybe I was wrong about you both." He grunted.
"We had it under control until you showed up." She said, her tone had a dull note in it but she didn't look back at Envy.
"So it's my fault..." Envy said, slightly smirking as he began to advance toward her.
"Yes it was your fault it fell apart. We were doing fine on our own, we had the bastards dancing in the palms of our hands in you hadn't have shown up it wouldn't have fallen apart." She hissed dryly, still not looking back as she continued to work on wrapping Pride's shoulder.
Envy raised his foot before Pride interrupted. "It was my fault...I let my guard down..." He whispered as Wrath looked to the boy with a look of slight shock now evident on her face.
"That's what I thought." Envy hissed, walking toward the door. "You two get decent while I'm gone...You've already embarrassed me." He grunted. Pride turned to Wrath as Wrath looked to Pride, hissing under his breath as the wound began to sting.
Her cold, soulless eyes instantly narrowed, not answering Envy as she went back to tending Pride's wound. "Hold still..."
"Why are you doing that...?" He asked, closing an eye.
"Just hold still..." She muttered.
Pride looked down, jerking his arm out of her hands. "I'm fine..." He whispered, pushing himself up. "I don't need any help..."
Wrath let out a sigh, shaking her head as she got back to her feet and looked out the window. "Humans really are pathetic, foolish creatures..." She whispered, sitting on the windowsill as she drew one leg to her chest and wrapped her arms just below her knees.
Pride looked up, nodding. "That boy...Acted like he knew me..." He whispered.
"Yeah, he acted like he knew me too...But we both know that's not possible."
He leaned back, holding his shoulder as he slightly hissed from the sharp pain from the gunshot wound. "I don't know what's possible anymore." He muttered. Wrath could only give a slight nod out of agreement, keeping her gaze out the window. Pride straightened upward as he looked at the bandage around his arm. "I remembered him for a moment..." He whispered. "But I think it was just another dream I had. We'll have to kill him now that he's seen us..."
She nodded. "Yeah...But...For some reason he looked familiar to me too..." She muttered thoughtfully, mainly to herself.
"It's weird how they hesitated..." He whispered.
"Yeah, it is weird...Its like, they knew us or something."
He nodded. "We should wait a while before we go back...That way they'll have something in store for us...And I love a good challenge." He smiled.
She let a small sinister smirk slither on her lips, nodding out of agreement. "Agreed."
Pride began to walk toward the door, ignoring the pain in his shoulder. "C'mon," He whispered. "It's getting late." Wrath nodded, pushing herself up and followed Pride out the door. As Pride walked outside he noticed a figure heading that way, he froze. "Who is that...?" He whispered to himself. A man was walking toward them, a coat with fur ruffled around the neck. He had long legs and round spectacles that rested on the end of his nose.
"No idea." She muttered, pulling one of her small knives out of her skirt pocket.
Once the man was in an eye's view he smirked, nearing Pride and Wrath. Noticing Wraths' weapon, he slightly chuckled. "Now now...I've only come by to say hello. I hear there is a new one among us...Though I've never met either of you." He chuckled. He then looked up, noticing their faces he seemed a bit startled. "Or...maybe I have..."
Wrath raised a brow, holding the blade near her face. "Who the hell're you?"
"Greed." He whispered, pushing himself inside. He then turned around, slightly smirking as he lowered his glasses and looked to Wrath. "You?"
"None of your damn business." She snapped lowly.
"Oh really? I think it is." He chuckled, walking toward the young girl. "You see, I'm a homunculus just like you...Not...Too great friends with Envy but I'm sure that won't get between us...Am I right?" he snickered, slipping the glasses off his nose.
She raised a brow, keeping the small throwing knife if her fingers. "Guess that's one thing we have in common." She said, her tone had a dull note to it.
Greed cocked his head before he began to laugh. "You two sure look familiar..." He said. "Perhaps you two have no idea who you truly were. I fought with both of you..."
She raised a brow, a look of slight confusion was evident on her face. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Hmm...So I guess you two really don't remember a thing." Greed smirked. "Pity..."
"What are you talking about?" She asked, looking at Greed with a look of pure confusion on her face.
Greed smirked and shrugged. "Well...At least I won't have a guilty conscience...I always thought you were...Quite attractive..." He cooed, leaning on the wall next to her as he eyed his own fingernails with a look of amusement on his face. "How about you join me? Since Envy and his crew aren't quite to your taste..." She raised a brow, not liking the fact that he was flirting with her slapped him hard across the face and brought the knife to his throat. Greed wasn't quite expecting what had happened as he looked down at her with a pair of lifted eyebrows. "Easy doll face. You've nearly got the attitude of another young girl like you...Well actually...- Never mind." He chuckled.
Pride stepped behind her. "What are you doing? This man doesn't seem to bring harm..." Emitting a low growl, Wrath put the knife away and gave Greed a cold threatening look.
Greed brushed himself off, looking at Wrath. "What is it then? Care to come with me?" He purred.
"You hit on me again and my hand may...Slip." She hissed, pulling the knife out again.
"Mine may slip too..." He snickered, wrapping his arm around her waist. Getting extremely irritated, she kneed Greed hard in the stomach, putting the knife to his throat. "Easy angel face..." Greed grunted, closing an eye. "Like the pipsqueak said, I mean no harm."
Pride growled. "Leave her alone." He hissed.
"One more snide comment and you'll find yourself in the garbage can...Where all perverts belong." She hissed.
"Pervert...There's charming and then there is a pervert..." Greed grunted, grabbing her wrist as he pushed the knife away from his throat.
"Your far from charming." She said flatly.
"And from a pervert..." He grunted, holding up a finger. "Though I'm sure I could change your mind about the first one." He smiled.
"Like hell you won't." She said, her tone dull.
Greed snickered as he shrugged. "So I'm guessing you won't join me...It might be kind of fun..." He hummed. "You two can come back with me to the Devil's Nest...The place is clean...Sort of." He chuckled.
She raised a brow, crossing her arms. "And if we don't...?"
"Well, then you and I won't be getting off to a good start now will we?" Greed said, his tone smug.
"No we won't." She said, her tone dull.
"Well then, what will it be?" Greed asked, holding out his hand. Wrath raised a brow, looking over at Pride without saying a word.
Pride shook his head. "We can't trust you..." He whispered.
"I have to agree." She muttered.
Greed sighed.. "Well then, I suppose I'll have to kill you." he smirked. Pride's eyes widened as he clapped, bringing the scythe toward Greed's neck as the man began to laugh. "Hmm...Can't take a joke?"
"No." She hissed, her tone flat.
"Hmm, I've never got a flat out answer like that. I at least wanted you two to think about it..." He smiled. "Especially a client with such a pretty face." He smirked, looking toward Wrath.
"Don't push your luck." She hissed.
"What luck?" Greed asked, smirking. "You won't be the only girl there if that's what you mean." He smiled.
Pride sighed, "He said he wouldn't go back...And you said you didn't like Envy right...?"
"Damn right I don't."
"You can go with him then..." Pride whispered.
She shook her head slightly. "Nah, I'd never follow that guy."
"You'll stay with me then?" Pride smiled, cocking his head. Wrath gave Pride a small nod, a small smile was now playing on her face. Pride smiled warmly. "I suppose we both won't have to follow Envy now that we're both on our own two feet."
"Which is good...I can't stand that bastard."
"Exactly," Pride smiled. "Then we can go together. That way we won't have to listen to anyone. I've never been outside this town before..." He whispered excitedly. "Though when we run into the others...What will we say?"
"Don't really know..." She muttered.
"We'll worry about it when the time comes…" He whispered.
"When will that be then...?"
"I don't know..." Pride shrugged. "But I usually don't plan things like this out." He chuckled as she gave a slight nod, smirking slightly. "Then I guess it's settled." Pride smiled. "We'll follow our own rules, but I can't help but feel guilty a little."
"Guilty? Why?"
"I feel like...I'm betraying Envy...I know it sounds stupid...Y-you wouldn't understand..." He sighed.
She blinked, cocking her head slightly. "Your right, I don't."
He looked down, taking a deep breath. "It's just...He's taken care of me...And I've betrayed him so badly...Now I'm even thinking about ditching him." He whispered.
"Taken c-You call beating the crap out of you 'taking care of you'!" She snapped.
"That wasn't all he did...He took me in." He whispered. "He only does that...When I've done something wrong. Creating you was something that was forbidden..." He whispered, looking up to Wrath. "But mistakes don't turn out all bad." He smiled.
She smirked slightly and nodded. "Yeah...I guess your right... About the mistake I mean."
"...You learn from you're mistakes..." Pride whispered. "But you're the best mistake I ever made." He snickered slightly.
Wrath blinked, cocking her head slightly out of confusion. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Never mind." Pride whispered. She raised a brow slightly as she opened the window and climbed outside and onto the roof, leaning on the edge like a cat listening for its prey. "Wrath? What is it?" He asked.