Here it is, ladies and gentlemen, the last and final chapter. There will also be an Epilogue released tomorrow. I hope you all enjoy it, and remember to review! Feedback is the best a writer can receive!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or its characters. I only own my OCs and the plot.

Legs kicked at the ground beneath them, propelling the body they held up forward with as much speed as the young man could muster up. Arms swung back and forth, helping him to gain momentum in his run. Large puffs of air left and entered his mouth quickly, erratically, his hot breath coming out in noticeable fog because of the cold air. The October air bit at lungs, burning his throat until it hurt to breathe, but he kept on running. Through the pain, and through every group of people he came upon, he kept on running.

Edward cursed outright at how far HQ was from his own apartment. He vaguely questioned himself why he hadn't bought a place closer to the very place he worked. That thought got shoved to the back of his mind when he then asked why he hadn't of just reported the new news to his co-workers, and therefore he would have gotten a ride. But that would have taken too much time. He needed action, not calmly telling the others that something had happened and then wait for them to move out. Something could have happened to Lilia in that time, this way Edward would have gotten there sooner then they probably would. Sometimes acting on impulse is for the greater good.

Upon the first glance of his apartment building up ahead, he pumped his legs harder, attempting to go faster to view what had happened at the apartment. Maybe they were both still there, though the outcome of either of them Edward didn't know. Something happened to Lilia, something he didn't know. He had only heard a thump on the other end of the phone after some sort of fight, and then it was merely silence. Hopefully this maniac hasn't gotten to their wish of killing Lilia, and thus separating her forever from Edward.

Edward reached his apartment in good time, even though he denied it in his mind, cursing himself that he didn't go faster. Just as he reached the door, he threw it open, silently grateful that the entrance was already unlocked. However, he wasn't grateful for the sight that met his eyes.

The room was a mess. Broken pieces of wood and glass – from objects such as the broken coffee table and picture frames – littered the floor, along with many different blood splatters. Blood was smeared in a drag-like pattern at the entrance of the hall and down toward the bedroom, disappearing beyond the closed door. Multiple make-shift and actual weapons were around the room, such as a knife covered in blood and laying near the entrance to the hall.

Edward moved deeper into the apartment, eyes shifting to his right then his left, and examining the outcome of his apartment. Despite the rugged appearance, someone still attempted to make the apartment look nice, scattering red rose petals around the room and couch that now had multiple stab marks in it. Candles were lit around the dim room from having the curtains closed, and on one end of the couch was an unopened bottle of champagne and two glasses. Someone was preparing for his return, and he had a pretty good idea who.

A click sounded out from behind him, and he whirled around, lifting his arms in a defensive stance. The door he had come through moments ago was now closed, and standing before it was the figure of the person he dreaded to see. One of his own shirts was worn on the person's smallish frame, and only that was adorned on their body. Blood dripped and oozed from multiple cuts along their arms and legs, and there was even a reasonable sized wound on their temple. The wound must have been received from a hard hit in the head by something, most likely the leg of the coffee table. Edward had no doubt that it was Lilia that marked that person with that wound.

A pink tongue crept out from behind her lips, licking at the blood near the corner of her mouth, the person's green eyes hungry with psychotic lust as they gave an up-down of Edward's body. Dark hair stuck to the person's bloodied temple, and cascaded down over her shoulders and back. Her mouth pulled back in a sadistic smirk, eyes flashing as a bloodied finger snapped the lock into place, smearing the silver in red and locking the two of them inside together.

"Just like old times, right?" The person spoke, taking a step toward her prey. Edward retaliated by taking a step back.

"You...You've been behind this... All of this... Why?" Edward said slowly, watching her movements warily.

"I came to see you, Hun. Aren't you happy? We told each other that we'd see each other again," She replied, a sadistically happy smile stretched across her face.

"You killed all those people! And for what reason! So they wouldn't get in the way of your sick fantasy!" Edward clenched his fist, lips pulled back in a snarl.

"They were in the way."

Edward paused, staring at the person's suddenly serious expression. Green eyes were shadowed dangerously, and her bloodied lips were pulled down in a deep frown. Just the mere mention of other people connected to Edward caused her emotions to drastically change. Her obsession with Edward sunk deep down, right to her very core now.

Edward stared them in the eye levelly, asking in as calm of a voice as he could, "Where's Lilia?"

There was a twitch, but otherwise silence. She looked away innocently, almost like a child who lied about taking the last cookie from the cookie jar, and began to pace around the room. Edward watched her, his body turning in the direction in which she stood, making sure that she wouldn't try anything. Meanwhile, she appeared as if she had completely forgotten he was there. Her eyes gazed at each wall, staring at each photo that she passed, at every broken object that she stepped over. Her lips moved in words that Edward couldn't understand from where he stood, each one murmured out so quietly that the sound waves wouldn't be able to reach his ear drums.

Her mumbling and walking stopped suddenly, her eyes fixed at something beside her left foot. She stared, and stared, before bending down slowly to grip at the handle. Edward jerked at the sight, arms rising instinctively in case she attacked. But she didn't. She stood there, passing the bloody knife between both hands with a mildly amused expression on her face, once more muttering something beneath her breath.

Edward stared, arms not lowering as his golden eyes continued to watch her in suspicion. At first, he wasn't able to understand anything that she had been saying to herself; it just appeared that her lips were moving but no sound was coming out. Now, she was speaking a little louder than she must have intended, because Edward was able to pick out bits and pieces of what she was saying. What she was saying was making him nauseous, each nerve in his body quivering in anxious anticipation.

"Where is Lilia?" Edward repeated, slowly, demanding.

BAM!

Edward jumped at the sound, watching his recently found out stalker with wide eyes. Her arm swung back to them, and then lashed out once more, knife in her hand stabbing into the wall beside her repeatedly. Multiple stab marks began to appear right before Edward's eyes, and the force of the hits shook a nearby photo off of its nail, falling to the floor and cracking the glass.

"Lilia, Lilia, Lilia! It's always about her! Well, I'll tell you what! You'll never have to worry where she is again! Soon all she'll be is a rotting corpse buried in the ground!" She laughed, a loud, maniacal sound that seemed to never end. It just continued, along with the thumps of the knife coming in contact with the wall.

Edward flinched with each hit. He swallowed thickly, swallowing back the nausea and sunken feeling in his gut. The maniacal grin just grew across her face, laugh never ceasing for a minute, with wide sadistic eyes watching the continuously growing larger hole in the wall. In her mind she must have been replaying the scene in which they brought Lilia or whoever to their demise, bringing back that feeling of satisfaction, and thus making that smirk grow until it took up most of her face. Edward watched this all, horrified. Whatever sanity she once had was gone, if she ever did have any sanity to begin with.

She turned on him suddenly, pointing the knife towards him with a suddenly serious expression. The mood had changed in a second, catching Edward off guard as she spoke in an eerily serious voice, "What is it about her that makes her so better than me? It was always about her. Did you ever once say my name? NO!"

Edward jumped at the rise in voice, taking a few steps back just in case. The person frowned at the movement away, eyes glaring disapprovingly into Edward's own. "Why are you moving away, Hun? I come see you, and this is what I get? Just questions about a dead woman and not even one hug?" She sighed exaggeratedly, waving her hands around, the knife still gripped tightly in her right hand.

Edward furrowed his brow at her words, shaking his head slowly, "You're lying... Lilia can't be..."

There it was that same grin again. She snickered evilly, gazing at the still blood stained knife happily, "Was I ever one to lie, Hun?"

Edward shook his head faster, stumbling back a few more steps, "No... There's no way she... Where is she!"

She looked up at him slowly, green eyes cold and hard. Sneering, she spat, "Why do you still care?"

"I love her!"

It didn't register to him that his words could bear a consequence until it was too late. Catching Edward off guard, she dove forward, knocking Edward back onto his back on the floor. He froze, wide eyes sliding over to look at where the knife had stabbed into the floor just inches from his head. Looking back up into their face, he watched as she growled viciously down at him, grip tightening on the knife until her knuckles were pure white.

"LIAR!" She screamed, her face pulled into one of pain. Her eyes flashed with anger and jealousy, arms shaking with held back rage.

Despite the fear curled in his gut, Edward put on a straight face, telling her exactly what he meant. He was telling the truth, and he made sure that she received that message through the glare that he shot up at her. She flinched upon receiving it, gritting her teeth and shadowing her face behind her bangs. A droplet hit Edward's cheek, shocking him as he realized that he actually had made her cry. What he thought was the beginning of sobbing shook her frame, more tears cascading down her face.

Throwing her head back, she let out a loud laugh. It echoed around the room, bouncing off of the walls to meet Edward's ears. With a snap, she looked back down at Edward, allowing him to see her tear stained psychotic expression. Her lips were once more pulled into a haunting smirk, though the tears falling down her face made them look anything but happy.

"If I can't have you, then nobody can!" She cackled, raising the knife into the air above Edward's chest with both hands.

Edward's eyes proceeded to grow wider, staring at what might be his soon to be demise shimmer in the lights of the candles. In the next moment, it's being thrust down toward his chest at frightening speed, and his breath hitched in his throat. He caught her wrists, halting her in her attempt at stabbing him, and what could've been his death. She continued to fight, however, growling out and putting more strength into her attack. Gritting his teeth, he gripped tighter, trying desperately to keep the knife point from his chest. It still slowly descended though, their strength surprising Edward.

Narrowing his eyes up at her, he brought up his legs and kicked her off. She flew a bit away, hitting the ground with a loud thump. She tumbled onto her side, and glared up at Edward who was getting up quickly. She followed his lead slowly. In her hand remained the knife, something that Edward had hoped would have flown across the room when he threw her.

She raised her arm, preparing for another attack when she paused. She stared dubiously at the gun Edward had pulled from his holster, pointing it straight at them. Edwards molten gaze stayed level, glaring into her green, when inside he was shaking. With rage, with fear, he didn't exactly know. It felt like every emotion possible with swarming throughout him, making him feel everything possible. Happiness for finally giving this person an identity. Fear for almost dying only recently. Sorrow for what might have become of Lilia.

And rage, for what this person had done to all those people.

Growling, she began to run forward anyways, probably thinking that Edward wouldn't do it. Gripping the gun tightly, fingers shaking and eyes clenching shut, he squeezed the trigger. The sound that echoed around them was deafening, and even behind closed eyelids Edward saw the flash. The sound of her running feet, however, ceased. It was at this moment that Edward slowly opened his eyes, meeting the shocked green eyes. Slowly, the green orbs looked down, one hand rising to touch at the new blood spot forming on her chest. Sputtering, she gazed at blood stained fingers, before looking back at Edward, a small smile appearing on her now blood covered lips. With eyes rolling into the back of her head, she fell backwards, her dead body landing with a thump.

Edward stumbled a bit, dropping the gun and clutching at his head. He breathed heavily, staring down at the woman he had just killed. Her brunette hair lay around her head, and with her lips pulled upright slightly she almost looked peaceful. She found enjoyment by Edward killing her, adding another question about this strange woman. Her green eyes were now closed, and Edward remembered how they used to look at him. He should have realized it, should have seen how that woman's eyes always used to brighten upon seeing him, and would be clouded with want whenever he spoke to them. But he didn't. He just treated her the same way he treated most people, and neglected to notice petty details about her.

Brekhart had brought forth two psychotic people throughout Edward's life. First it was that pyromaniac Edward had been sent there for in the first place, and by doing that he had met a demented stalker by staying in that person's very own hotel. It made him nervous, trying desperately to recall if there had been any odd experiences throughout the time of his stay. He couldn't know for sure, though, since it had been two years. She could have raped him in his sleep for all he knew. After he left, Brekhart believed that she had disappeared mysteriously, but she hadn't. She followed him. She didn't want him to leave, and believed that Edward didn't want to leave neither.

"We'll see each other again, right Hun?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, sure."

What she believed was him agreeing to see her again was merely a subconscious reply while his mind was thinking about what to jot down on the report on the way home. She misread his words, and took them to heart.

And for some reason, he couldn't help but feel bad, because he couldn't even remember her name.

Edward then looked toward the hallway, eyeing the blood smears. He had a feeling that was where Lilia had been taken. Giving the dead woman one last glance, he hurried toward where the trail ended, his bedroom door. Upon opening the door, however, his breath hitched and his heart stopped. What he hoped wouldn't be true, had just become reality.

There was blood smeared over most of the floor, leading Edward like a trail to a body laying face down. The persons black hair was splayed all around her head, matted and messy from the fight that she had gone through. Skin was paler than usual, enhancing her dark hair and the blood smeared in random places along her arms and mid-section. One of her slender arms was curled around her abdomen loosely, while the other was reached out toward her only hope to escape, the door.

Edward couldn't breathe. Stumbling forward, he slowly approached the body, wide eyes never leaving the frozen form. At a closer range, he could point out that they're clothing was torn in many places, and that the random smears weren't from someone else. It was her own blood, oozing out of multiple cuts and stab wounds around her body. What was the most noticeable was the dark red puddle that the person laid in.

Edward fell to his knees at her side, breathing heavily and quickly as he examined the body multiple times over and over again. His military pants were now stained at the knee's in the person's blood, and soon his gloves were too when he gripped her shoulder lightly and rolled them onto her back. Edward's eyes widened even larger, taking in the pained expression of the woman before him. Slow, uneven breaths left her pale lips, and sweat slowly dripped down her sickly green face. More blood was found here, in a display of splatters in a random design of some sick form of art. Edward trailed his eyes down to her stomach, looking at the large, almost black blood stain covering her entire shirt. Her arm was just covered in the liquid, and still more escaped through her fingers. On her thigh there was another semi-large blood stain, making the stab wound there appear nearly unnoticeable in the sea of red. Quivering, Edward brought his gaze back up to her face, freezing when his gold eyes met with sapphire.

Lilia coughed, choking on the blood that was rising in her throat. It leaked out past her lips, staining them and her chin as it slowly dripped down along her chin, to the base of her neck. Edward stared in shock, lips trembling and jaw slack in disbelief. He watched as she tossed her head to the side, still coughing to help bring the blood past her lips. It stained their floor even more, until the coughing died down, and Lilia was left breathing quickly in short spurts.

"L...Lilia...?"

Her head rolled back over to look up at him, forcing a small smile onto her lips. Sapphire eyes were dark and haunted, only half lidded and glazed, and he felt that he must have been only a mere blur to her. Edward bit down onto his bottom lip, reaching out to pull Lilia into a semi-sitting position so that it would be a little easier to breathe. Her head lent against his arm and the upper half of her body was pulled onto his lap, leaving her legs to sprawl out in front of them. As Edward shifted her position, she winced, a small yelp of pain leaving her lips, and then another small coughing fit.

"B...But...why? H-how? You were supposed to be on a train!" Edward cried, arms shaking and a sob threatening to break loose from his throat. Tears stung at the back of his eyes, but he repeatedly blinked, hoping to keep them at bay for a while longer.

"I...came back..." Lilia mumbled, blood creeping out of the corners of her mouth with each word spoken. "Forgot...my wallet...Ironic, huh...?"

"H-how...?"

"The bitch...got me...in...the...leg...It all went...downhill from there... Fucker...was tougher...then they looked...smarter...too...Still...a crazy...bitch though..."

Edward bowed his head, clenching his eyes shut tightly. A whimper managed to break past the tight clench of his teeth, and even some salty liquid squeezed out of the corners of his clenched eyelids. He didn't care anymore. Who wanted to act tough when they're own lover was lying, bleeding, in their own arms?

"Hey, Ed...?"

Edward looked back up at her, the image of her blurred from his oncoming tears. His body shook with the sobs building up, throat tight in despair at the show before him.

"Momma...always told me...I was named Lilia...cause it meant lily...and lily meant purity..."

Edward blinked, sending more liquid sliding down his cheeks. He was confused, wondering what Lilia was going on about. It was possible that the blood loss was now affecting her way of thinking, and thus making her a bit loopy. It was devastating, seeing her going on about her name with this crooked smile on her face and covered in blood.

"But...that's not all it means... I heard...from a patient...once...that it was weird...for...someone...whose name...meant lily...which signified...death...was...working...as a...nurse..."

"Lilia..."

"And...now...I'm...dying... Ironic, eh Edward...?"

"You're not going to die, you hear me! You're stronger than that!"

"Don't...lie...to yourself...Edward..."

Edward shook his head frantically. She was loopy from blood loss, he told himself, and she didn't know what she was talking about. She was going to be okay, she was going to live through this and then look back at what she said and laugh. Just like she always did. Look back at her mistakes, and laugh it off.

He denied it. He couldn't face that her breaths were getting slower, that her eyelids were slowly dropping slowly more and more as each moment went on. Her head bobbed, falling back until it hung there with her hair falling away from her face. Lips were parted, allowing the slow and uneven breaths to be released, along with the blood that was still coming up out of her lungs every once and a while.

"You can't leave me..." He sobbed, hiding his face against her chest. "You'll be fine..."

There was silence for a few minutes, where even the barely noticeable sound of her breathing ceased. Edward looked up hesitantly, blood now stained along the side of his face, stained with even more of Lilia's blood. Her sapphire eyes were closed, her face peaceful with no breath struggling to escape from her lungs. Her head hung over the crevice in Edward's arm, and the arm wound around her abdomen was limp and now laying in her lap. No matter how long Edward stared, there wasn't any movement, and just like that she was gone.

"Lilia...?" There was nothing, no response, not even a twitch. Gently shaking her, Edward whimpered out her name again, "Lilia? Come on...please wake up..."

She shook with his hand, and then just lay however she ended up, once more frozen. A strange whining sound broke from Edward's throat, slowly getting louder until it was an outright cry. The sound echoed around the apartment, sounding like nothing to Edward, but sounded like the worst of cries to the military members that had just arrived just outside the front door of his apartment.

Edward heard them break the door in, their military boots clacking against the hardwood that covered most of his apartment. They stayed in the living room for a moment, before he heard a few pairs beginning to head down toward the bedroom. He didn't care, let them see. Let them see what that maniac had done. He just continued to sob, head beginning to ache and throat clenching in despair.

"Oh my God..." Hughes choked out, him and Mustang freezing in the doorway upon the sight of Edward clutching onto Lilia's body.

Hughes was the first to move forward, stepping cautiously toward the crying young man. He kneeled beside Edward, placing a hand on his shoulder, making the blonde bring his tearful gaze up at Hughes. Forcing a reassuring smile onto his face, Hughes felt his own tears beginning to swell up in his eyes. Gently, he pulled Lilia's body from Edward's arms, laying her across the floor and lifting Edward to his feet. Even though Edward fought at first, he ended up giving in, walking alongside Hughes with his blonde bangs hanging over his face and sobs still breaking loose from his lips.

Right when the three stepped back into the living room, it was like something snapped inside of Edward. All it took was for his eyes to land on that woman's body and whatever composure he might've had just cracked and broke. The others didn't notice, instead they only began to discuss about what they had found and ignored the fact that Edward had just lifted the knife from the floor. They didn't hear his feet walking toward the body, or the sound of his knee's hitting the floor. His golden eyes glinted with rage, arms raising the knife like she had done to him earlier. Instead the knife came into contact with her own chest.

The military members whirled around upon the sound, eyes widening as they watched Edward raise the knife and stab it back into their already dead body. They couldn't move, too shocked at seeing Edward loose his cool. He didn't even realize they were watching him, raising and stabbing the knife repetitively, unending, like the fate of his apartment's wall. The hits became harder, faster, making blood splatter across his face and chest. The hate and anger made itself known through his attack, and his very own demented expression.

Suddenly hands were grabbing at him, pulling him away from the body forcefully. He yelled out his disagreement, struggling against the hands. Mustang grabbed the man's wrist, plying the knife from his rock hard grip and throwing it across the room. Edward continued to fight against Havoc and Hughes' grips, trying to reach the body so he could pound more of his frustration onto her.

"Ed, calm down, they're already dead!"

"They killed Lilia! The bitch killed her!"

A slap echoed around the room, making all the men freeze. Edward's face was turned off to the right, gold eyes wide, while he received one of the coldest glares from Hawkeye, her arm still raised after slapping Edward. He turned to look up at her warily, the dead weight he had become suddenly too much for Hughes and Havoc. They lost their grip on him, allowing him to slide from their hands and land on the floor on his behind. Hawkeye and he continued to stare at each other, neither really acknowledging that Edward had just fallen to the ground.

Edwards face pulled into one of pain, fresh tears spilling out of his eyes with a sharp intake of breath. The realization of his actions slapped him in the face and he bowed his head in dismay. Another sob wracked his body, followed by multiple whimpers, while his tears splattered across the floor. Hawkeye's face softened once she found that her action had caused the right consequences, kneeling down in front of the broken young man. She wrapped her arms around him, allowing him the comfort that he needed, but denied that he truly did. Still, he accepted the hug, crying out.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...!"