Okay, so after awhile, I decided to update this story. heh heh...Blame the damn writer's block I've had for so long! ugh! Sorry for keeping you all waiting X3 Especially you Ayumi-chan! XD Seeing your FMA guide for n00b fanfictions made me want to update this story. Anyways...

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of the characters in it. All rights belong to Hiromu Arakawa who...would probably kill me if she read this. -coughs and sweatdrops-

Story contains violence, death, language and probably anything else you can think of. eheh...-sweatdrops- Told from Ed's POV.

Chapter 2

I ran as fast as I could, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. What have I done? I killed Winry! And for what? Just because she was getting annoying? I couldn't believe this! One of my best friends, probably my only friend outside of Al, was dead. Dead! This time I could really feel the tears run down my face. Some people stared at me as I ran by them. Some worried, mostly women who thought I was some kid that was lost or hurt. Some just curious as to why I'm crying. I always hated when people stared at me. If they wanted something then why didn't they just say it to my face? I ran into an alley way so I could have my time alone. Time to think. Time to cry. Time where no one would be around me.

I sat down by a dumpster, trying to think things over. Why would I do something like that? Winry was my friend. I thought about this, my eyes glazing over with more tears. I could hear sirens in the distance. Some were probably cops, looking for the killer. Others were probably ambulances, coming to take Winry's dead body away. The thought of her twisted neck flashed in my head, making my stomach lurch. They're coming to find me. I'll go to jail for sure! I thought as I brought my palms to my face, covering my eyes as if someone was staring at my tears. I quickly drew my hands away, seeing something I haven't noticed before. "Blood..." My hands were sure enough covered in blood. My eyes grew wide at this horror before me. Did I really twist her neck that bad? My eyes were to blinded by horror at what I've done to notice.

My sobs echoed around the alley.Something in the dumpster moved, but I was crying too much to notice. The object in the dumpster suddenly jumped out at me. I screamed and jumped back, hitting the back of my head on the dumpster. "Damn..." I curse, holding the back of my head. I look up at what jumped out at me. It was only a cat. "A cat?" I gasp. Al! What will Al think about this? He'll hate me! He'll never speak to me again! No! He won't have to know...I can pretend like nothing happened. Winry's death will be news to me. No one will know I did it. I thought about this and grinned.

The hours were getting late. I stood up and brushed myself off. Was I really becoming evil? Or was it just an accident? I looked up at the sky. It was getting dark. How long have I been out here? Winry's death was this morning. I must have been hiding here all day. I rubbed the tears and sweat away from my face and looked around. Which way was it to Central? He had to get back soon or Al would start to worry, especially if he had already found out about Winry's death. Guessing at which way Central was I walked the oposite way I came, thinking it was a short cut. I took out my pocket watch as I walked. "8 o'clock.." I mutter. It was still pretty early, but the cloudy sky made the sky darker, even in the summer. Sighing, I close my watch shut and started swinging it back and forth, the rattle of the chain blocked out the quiet footsteps that were approching behind me.

Taking another deep sigh, I stick the watch back in my pocket. That's when I hear it. The footstep. I stop suddenly, my throat a little dry. Is someone following me? I wonder. I perk up my ears to listen, but the footsteps stopped. Maybe it was my imagination. Shrugging, I continued to walk, not bothering to look back. That's when I heard it again. This time the footsteps sounded like running. Panic took over me and I quickly turned around. "Who's there?" I yelled. That's when two men came from out of the shadows, laughing madly.

"Looks like we got a little one here, Bill." said one of them. That got me mad. "WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO LITTLE YOU WANNA CRUSH LIKE AN ANT!?" I yelled, throwing my fists in the air. The one named Bill sneered. "That's exactly what we want to do. Isen't that right, Tom?" I looked at them confused. What did these people want? Whatever it was it didn't look good. I quickly clapped my hands, ready to transmute my sword incase there was a fight, but it was too late. The one named Tom ran up to me and punched me hard in the face, making me go flying back into the wall. "What the hell!?" I groaned and looked up at them. "Quick, Bill! Hold him down for me!" the one named Tom said. Bill waked forward and shoved me to the ground, holding my shoulders so I couldn't move. Tom grinned and started going through my pockets. "Let's see what we've got here." he said, taking out my pocket watch. "Hey! Give that back!" I yelled, but he just ignores me. Bill however was staring at me, a little annoyed. "Shut up!" he said and stuffed a gag in my mouth then punched me in the stomach. I let out a little yelp from behind the gag as pain serged through my stomach. Tom grinned and took my wallet, taking all the cash that was inside. I struggled to get free but Bill sat on top of me so I couldn't move. Both of these men were a lot muscular than me. The only way I could beat them was by using alchemy. My hope of that went down the drain when Bill started tying my hands together in an akward position, so I couldn't use alchemy. Damn them! I though, anger burning in me.

"Aw! Is this a picture of your family?" Tom asked, taking a picture out of my wallet. It was a picture of me and Al when we were still pretty much babies and behind us was mom, smiling happily. I loved that picture so much that I kept it with me everywhere I went. My eyes grew wide as I stared at Tom. He has a lighter in his hand and he was grinning evily at me. I finally managed to spit out the gag, my anger coming out with it. "Don't you dare! Give it back!!" I yelled. Tom seemed amused by this and lit his lighter, the flame moving closer and closer to the picture. "No!!!"It was too late. The flame had reach the picture and Tom dropped it to the ground, watching as it burned with pure delight on his face. I watched as the picture slowly burned on the ground, the faces of mom and Al disappearing. This time I really felt hate. "Damn you! I hate you! You stupid son of a bitches!!" I yelled, flailing everywhere. Somehow, I managed to kick Bill in a certain spot no guy likes to be kicked. He screeched in pain and toppled off of me. Big mistake...Tom realized what happened and lunged at me, total hate filled his eyes from what I did to his buddy. "Damn you! How dare you hurt my brother!!" he yelled and started punching me in the face. So they were brothers...I cried in pain. I can feel blood gushing out of my head.

Bill got up and glared at me then grinned. "Get him, Tom! Beat him hard!" he yelled. Tom then went for my stomach, punching me constantly. I felt like my breakfast was going to go any minute. Hearing the maniacs laughing, I tried looking up at them, only to see blood drip into my eyes. "Hey, Bill! Look at these threads he's wearing. Nice, huh?" he asked his brother, running a hand down my leather pants. That disturbed me greatly. If only I could move my hands then I could take care of these sick bastards. Bill nodded in agreement. "Nice clothes for being a dog of the military." he said grinning. My eyes went wide. So they know who I am? I thought and twisted my hands from the rope. My left wrist started to bleed. The rope that tied my hands together was so tight. "I don't think a dog of the military deserves clothes like thses." Tom said and sneered. I looked up at them, fear of what they were going to do. Without warning, both men started to rip of my clothes, underwear includded. "I think I'll keep this jacket." Bill said, slipping it on. Tom held up my boots. "I like these shoes. They look a bit small for me though." Both men then started laughing. I was so angry thatthe cut on my wrist was starting to go numb. Tom then took a knife and shoved it in my side. I let out a huge scream of pain as the blood started to seep out.

"See you around, kid." Tom said and started to laugh, gathering all of my belongings and started to leave with his brother. "Oh no you won't!!" I yelled, finally getting my hands free of the rope, blood from my wrist spilled everywhere. I stood up and clapped my hands. A great big flash of light made the brothers jump and turn around. "What? How the hell did you get loose?" Bill yelled. I just grinned. "Don't under estimate a state alchemist." I said, venom pouring from my words as I held my sword up. Both men growled and lunged at me, but without a moments hesitation, I whipped my sword out and cut both of their throats. The two men stumbled backward, choking as blood gushed from their necks. I stood there, watching in amusement as both of them collapsed to the ground emotionless. "Sorry. But I have things to take care of. I'm not about to die in the hands of you two." I said, my voice not sounding like my own. I bent down and gather my belongings and walked off, an evil laughter echoing through out the alley.

End of chapter. What did you think? If you didn't like it then too bad! I warned you in chapter one that there was this kind of stuff. Plus this fic is rated M. Why would it be rated M if I didn't add this kind of stuff in it!? -throws hands up in the air- Gawd! For those of you who did like it then..YAY!! -huggles you- I can't get over the fact that Ed's still naked at the end there :P -drools and goes all fangirly- Agh! DX Anyway, please review! I should be updating chapter 3 soon!