A/N: Take note that this chapter is the editted version, if you want the full uneditted version, when I finish it I'll post it on my display or e-mail me. Enjoy.
The officer drug his feet before collapsing near headquarters, his eyes closed as his body fell in a crumpled heap on the concrete sidewalk. It would only be a matter of time before the poison completely took over this man's body, completely eating away this soldier from the inside out before taking the man's life to end his suffering. "Sir!" Fuery shouted, running inside of Roy's office. "There's a man just ouside of headquarters! He's wounded! He won't get up!" Mustang was up within a few seconds.
"Did you see how he got hurt Cain?"
"No sir!" He said, following the furhur down the hall. "No one did!" Mustang quickly hurried out by the soldier, seeing his back. The deep cuts in his back still had blood trickling down from the wounds that stained his uniform and pants though he felt a bit more relieved that there would be a chance this man could survive since they had found the cure to the poision that had made its home on the tips of Wrath's deadly blades.
As Roy turned him over to pick him up and carry him to the infirmary to rid the man's body of the poision that was running through his body, aiming to steal the man's every breath. The soldier's eyes opened before he quietly whispered, "I need to tell the furhur something..." Fuery shivered, standing close to Roy as he listened to the man speak though Roy was just doing his best to hurry and take him to the hospital before it would be to late to save the unfortunate soldier who was on patrol at the wrong place at the wrong time.
"What is it?" Roy asked, looking down for a moment before back up, seeing the hospital in sight only a few yards away.
"From a woman...Named Star..." He said.
"Star...?"
"She said...D..Do your best.. To bring them both back...But if it can't be done...Destroy them..."
Roy looked down. "Thank you." He whispered. "We'll get them back.." Roy quickly lead the wounded man inside of the hospital as Fuery ran back to headquarters to tell of the news he had heard from the dying soldier.
Pride jumped his way toward the cemetary, stopping on a nearby building as he looked toward the cemetary nearby. He spotted the young homunculus bent infront of a medium-sized headstone near the end of the rows of tombstones that lined the property. The place where the dead was laid to rest for the final time, where the two themselves should have been. Arching a brow slightly, he jumped from the building and landed cat-like on his feet on the street below. Carefully opening the gates, he closed an eye when he heard the loud screech that the hinges made from rust and little use. Closing the gate behind him, he slowly walked through the many rows of deserted headstones. Cobwebs and remnants of dead flowers covered the ground and the stones of granite and marble, long forgotten souls who have been left to rot in the cold ground in their graves...Alone. He looked at the stones curiously as he passed by each one, wondering what was their story? How did they die? Why did they die? Where they the same as Wrath and himself? Seeing the girl nearby, he cocked his head slightly as he slowly walked behind her.
"Wrath?" Pride grunted, leaning over her shoulder. "What are you doing?" The girl made no motion to respond, no acknowledgement for the boy. All the boy heard coming from Wrath was a barely audible whisper, a prayer. But why this stone in particular? Why would it have any significance to them, Wrath in particular? He sighed as he slightly nudged her with his foot.. "Whats with you?" Again, the girl didn't respond to Pride's question. For the moment, Wrath no longer had control of the body...Star did.
Pride slightly growled out of irritation, his hand slightly twitching.. "Are you listening to me? What the hell are you doing?!" She shook her head slightly, opening her eyes halfway. She had a sortof dazed look on her face, as if in a trance of grief.
Pride sighed. "What the hell is wrong with you!? Why did you sneak out agian?" He hissed harshly. Again, she didn't respond. She kept her solemn gaze on the headstone, her eyes glazing over slightly. Pride scoffed, clearly from her actions of not answering him he was getting very irritated, his hands clenched as he backed up. "Wrath..." He said queitly, though it was very cold and low. "Get up." She let out a quiet sigh, pushing herself up but didn't turn around. She kept her solemn gaze on the headstone, shaking her head. I'm sorry...
Pride frowned.. "What the hell is with you?" He hissed. "Speak." The girl remained silent, with Star remaining in control...Silence she felt was only appropriate for the situation at hand. Pride's pupils thinned as he bared his fists. "Did you hear me!?" He snapped. "I said speak!"
She shook her head slightly no, closing her eyes. No...This is one of those times when silence is more appropriate.
Pride's eyes began to grow pitch black, he felt as though a scorching acid was seeping through his veins. It was even unusual for him to act this way. "WRATH!" He shouted loudly.
"This is one of those times when silence says more than words." She whispered.
"What has gotten into you!?" Pride snapped, stepping forward. She remained silent, only giving a slight shake of her head as her answer. Pride began to growl deeply in his throat. "Wrath...You're not being yourself!" He shouted. "Snap out of it!"
"No...I finally am myself." She murmered, closing her eyes. Even though it may not be that much longer...She thought, sighing. She was silently hoping that the soldier had survived and was able to pass along her message.
Pride hissed.. "What the hell are you talking about...You're Wrath! Now quit acting like one of those damn mindless soldiers and get a grip before I have to knock some sense into you!" Pride howled. The girl shook her head slightly and sat down ontop of the headstone. She brought up one leg to her chest and wrapped her arms around it, leaving one leg dangling off the edge as it unconciously swayed back and forth. Pride clamped his mouth shut, grinding his teeth into one another. He had never felt so hateful...So much loath for someone...This wasn't Pride or Ed at all.
She shook her head slightly as her eyes narrowed, changing back to the cold, cruel ones just as quickly as the warm ones of Star's soul disappeared once again. "What?" She asked, her tone had a dry note in it as she looked at the boy infront of her with a raised brow.
Pride looks up at her evilly, his fists bared and his nose flared."You wanted a fight...You're about to get one..." He hissed, clapping as his scythe appeared inbetween his fingers.
"What the hell are you talking about?" She snapped.
"Have you lost your mind!?" Pride snapped coldly, holding the scythe behind his back.
"What the hell are you talking about?!" She hissed, pulling a knife out of her skirt pocket.
He lowered his head, his fists around the handle of his scythe trembling. "If you want to act dumb...Than that's just adding onto my patience!" Pride howled, glaring at her coldy as he gripped the weapon tightly in his hands.
"I don't know what the hell your talking about." She snapped.
"At least you finally decide to speak up for once!" Pride howled, stepping foward.
"What the fuck are you talking about?!" She hissed as she stood ontop of the headstone, eyes narrowing as she grasped the tiny knife inbetween her fingers.
Pride began to run toward her quickly, throwing the blade over his shoulder before he slung the end of it toward her stomach. Wrath growled, leaping into the air to avoid the scythe's blade that was aimed for her stomach, landing on a tall tombstone nearby. Her eyes by that time were now as black as coal, growling as she threw two of the knifes in the direction of Pride's neck. He quickly dodged them both, jumping as he balanced on a tombstone. He launched himself toward her, the scythe's blade held firmly infront of him.
With an annoyed look on her face, she jumped to avoid Pride's blade. Growling, she landed ontop of his head before she jumped again so that she had landed on a mausolium nearby throwing another three knifes toward the Pride's face. Pride shook his head slightly as he felt her body leave his head, his eyes turned a dark, dark shade of ebony...A murderous glint to his eyes could now be seen in the boy's normally calm eyes. He nearly tripped and fell off the tombstone that he barley kept balance on once she began to throw the knifes at him again. Though he quickly jumped and landed on a different headstone to avoid the deadly blades. "Keep 'em coming!!" He howled, his tone taunting as he broadened his shoulders as he gave her a slight smirk.. "Lets see what else you can do!"
"Bring it on." She cooed, jumping off the roof and disappeared behind the mausolium.
Pride growled, quickly jumping after her as he drug the scythe along beside him. "Why are you running!?" He shouted. "Think I might play a little too rough?!"
She remained out of sight behind a large tombstone near the boy, smirking as she pulled another knife out of her pocket and watched Pride...Just waiting patiently like a lioness watching her prey...Waiting for the right time to strike. Pride peeked over the edge of the roof holding his scythe behind his back, his eyes were wide and alert as he watched for any sign of his opponent. With a sinister grin now plastered on her face, she threw several more knives in Pride's direction. Jumping ontop of the tombstone, she gave Pride a sadistic smirk. "Come on shrimp, lets see what you got."
"There's just a few inches difference!" Pride snapped, hurling himself in the air as he landed on the tombstone across from her, slightly bending his legs. "Ready to give in?" He hissed, holding the scythe's blade out just inches from her chest.
"You wish." She hissed, tackling Pride roughly and caused them both to fall off the tombstone. Pride hissed, growling when he felt the long handle of the scythe under his spine. His eyes narrowed, looking down at the throwing knives in her pockets as his hand slithered toward them.
"Dammit let go! Don't put your hand there you perv!" She snapped, slapping Pride across the face to leave a large red handprint forming on the right side of his face.
Pride's eyes widened. "What the hell are you talking about!? " Pride snapped, pulling back his hand away from her pockets.
She growled. "You damn well should know!"
"I was trying to fight...You'd lost your fucking mind today!"
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
He pushed up his knee so that it was slightly pressing against her chest. "Get the hell off me so we can continue...Either that or you can forfeit it now!" He growled.
"Mmm, I'm not giving up just yet." She cooed, leaning down as her lips pressed against his.
His eyes widened as his throat began to burn, his face turned abnormally bright red as he pushed his hand against her collar. "Get the hell off of me! What the hell was that!? "
She smirked, closing an eye in a playful sortof way. "Another form of fighting."
He blinked.. "W...What...?" He studdered, trying to squrim out from under her.
"Aww, whats the matter Pride? Can't take it?" She purred, pressing her body against his.
Pride squeaked in his throat. "I'd rather stick to the old kind of fighting...Thank you..." He muttered, arching his back slightly as he tried to pull the scythe back from behind his spine.
"Awww, why? This is more...Fun." She cooed, her free hand slowly making its way under his skort.
He suddenly gave an odd twitch and jerk, panicked he took a sharp breath and grabbed her wrist tightly. "What the hell Get off! Get off! Get off!" He screamed, ready to clap his hands.
"Awwww, why?" She asked, cocking her head slightly out of confusion.
"You're not...You!" He shouted.
"Of course I am." She whispered, a sly smirk now beginning to take form on her lips.
"Well...I don't like it! Cut it out!" He shouted, struggling to pull her hand out of his skort. "Thats not what you're supposed to do in fighting...T...That's just unheard of! What you're trying to do is beyond me! Just get off so we can finish fighitng... Or go back to where we were staying."
She smirked. "Fine with me," She purred, smirking as she got back to her feet. "Lets go then."
His eyes widened, stepping back.. "You go on ahead..."
"No, now." She cooed, grabbing the boy's arm as they jumped back on the roof and back toward the abandoned home where they were staying.
He jerked his arm away, staring at her wide-eyed. "What the hell has gotten into you!? What are you trying to do!?" She shrugged as her only response, climbing back in the window of the room where they were currently lodged.
Pride stood outside of the window on the window sill, his back toward Wrath. "I'll go look for us something to eat..." He grunted, turning around as he looked at the city.
"Oh no you don't, come here!" She purred, grabbing the back of Pride's shirt and pulled him into the room.