I'm boooooored... I WANT PIE!... Johnny is being a bad, bad man. Well-

-Johnny Stabs Dumb-Ass Author-

Johnny: She was taking too fucking long... ENJOY!!!

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Johnny's house

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Ed slowly opened his eyes and groaned. He began to feel pain slowly form throughout his body. In seconds, he realized where he was and what happened; He was hung upside-down above what he saw was a pool of water. It wasn't steaming, so he thought it was freezing water. Nails had been jabbed into his leg and arm and noticed that his auto mail was missing. Unfortunately, Johnny had carelessly tooken them out, so the pain was nearly imbareable. A horrible sketch of an alchemy sign has been carved on his knees, forehead, and back. Ed's top clothing has been stripped off of him and tossed aside somewhere while his underwear remained on his lower body. Suddenly, he saw Johnny walk into the room.

"Sorry I had to strip you of most of your clothing," he fakely apologized. "It was getting in the way of the nails and sketches. Like em? Oh that's right. You're hanging from a ceiling. I forgot. Next time correct me, or are you too good to correct me, like you're too good to let your little brother tag along on the little spy game. Am I right? OF COURSE I'M FUCKING RIGHT!! YOU WERE AN ASSHOLE EVER SINCE I MET YOU BACK THERE AND PROBABLY WERE YOUR WHOLE FUCKING LIFE!!! Its pricks like you that make me go on this rampage; makes me want to kill myself even. Speaking of which, when I'm through with you and your brother I'm going to be next. Life and death really doesn't make a difference to me, you know."

"How would you know about d-death," Ed managed to choke out. "Have you ever died, or been in a situation where you nearly died and was lucky enough to escape with an immense amount of pain?" He was starting to think of what happened back them and put the words in simple sentence. Knowing that he was going to go crazy kept him from going on with the comparison question.
Johnny froze for a second, thinking how weird Ed sounded at the moment. Randomly, he began to laugh until he fell to the cold, had ground. Ignoring the pain he received when his head made hard contact to the floor, Johnny laughed into tears, which then he started to choke and cough. He didn't just cough from laughing so hard, but also from the dreadful cold he got from walking outside too long.

"It's not funny," Ed choked, feeling tears form in his eyes. They were cause by the pain of the memory, but also from the insane torture. Although he managed to hold them back, Johnny could tell by just looking in his eyes how badly he wanted to cry.

Cocking an eyebrow, he asked, "Are you trying to imply that you have been in a situation like that, or are you just randomly stating something that could happen to us in the future? If you have, then do tell. I am in a mood for a long story. Plus I'm going to kill you for annoying me, so you may as well tell one last person what happened." Ed gave a look of disgust, gritting his teeth which were halfly covered in blood.

"I'm not telling a sick freak like you anything," he growled.

"Come on, now. Don't be shy... Err... What's your name?"
Silence. Ed's stubbornness was bugging the heck out of Johnny to a point where he was going to explode from rage.

"FUCK! Don't you want to tell anything before you fucking die?!!!" He shouted. Ed remained silent, giving Johnny the same glare for the past minute.

"Fine, fine. You know what? Let's just get this over with, so everyone can just go home, be pissed, kick their cats around, cheer up, and come back and repeat the process until the Boogie Man comes and chops your head off and serve it on a plate to the demons in hell." With a blank face, Johnny walked over to a button on the wall that said 'Fun' below it painted in red.

"Have a nice bath, kid," he said, pushing the button. The rope that held Ed upside-down loosened to a certain point.
Ed hit the pool of water with a splash, feeling the coldness make contact with his skin. It was so cold that it took the breath out of him quicker. He struggled to rip apart the rope withi his arms, but they were too tight and his body was too numb. His strength began to weaken; his head began to spin and feel light.

"Can't breath!" He said through his mouth. Air was released from him, and he began to feel his eyes shut and everything go black. The very last thought to run through his mind was a picture of Al, sitting in a dark alley with the blood seal erased and chunks of his armor missing.

Awww... poor Edward... I'm such a horrible person.
Sorry for the chapter being so short. I was in a hurry for hockey practice.