Author's Note: Wow O_o Already I have chapter three up..This is going fast. I am still trying to figure out where I am quite going ultimately with this fic. I am starting to get a feel for it…Damn that Mustang though ne, setting all this in motion. He really is a nimrod LOL
Chapter Three: One's Bad Luck is Another's Fortune
Ed's vision swam and he ran fast and hard. He wanted to run so swift and far as to leave everything behind, every damn worry and responsibility that had ever plagued him. He wanted to forget being an older brother, the pain of his sin, the people he had destroyed or helped during his journey, being a lover, friend and every other confusing thing that had happened since his mother died. People watched the boy, and for once Edward didn't care about his pride, fleeing as loud sobs wrenched painfully from his throat, the rain and his tears making it hard to see even what was in front of him.
Suddenly he bumped into something hard, another person. Instead of falling backwards and landing on the ground, strong arms pulled him around and against their torso and Ed gulped. He tried to turn to face the one to ask why they wouldn't let go, but the figure shifted with him, grabbing roughly onto Ed's hair and yanking cruelly to keep him facing forward. It was then he realized it wasn't just some good samaritan who was keeping him from falling but somehow he had gotten himself into danger. Once again he grumbled inwardly about his bad luck. He wondered briefly if he was cursed, or if he had offended some God by not believing in it, though that was utter foolishness.
His captor, on the other hand, looked as though he had just won the lottery. He had been thinking of ways to get close to the blonde when the object of his musings had practically rushed into his arms. A Cheshire cat smile stretched from ear to ear. The green haired Homunculi leaned in and almost pressed his face to the boy, earning a shudder as the young alchemist felt the other's hot breath against his ear... If it could be possible, his smile would have widened at the other's dismay. 'That's right; you know you're in trouble now…I'll have you screaming before long, my pet.' He thought to himself sadistically.
"Who are you…" he heard the younger one stutter out, uncertainly. Envy laughed quietly and he felt the other one stiffen with the realization of who he was. "Did you forget me chibi…I'm hurt." He drawled, and then quickly restrained the boy as he felt him try to pull away, having expected him to fight. Edward went to yell, sucking in a deep breath but Envy slapped him hard and clamped a hand over the other's mouth. He looked about, no one had noticed the struggle yet, but there were too many people around. His eyes continued to wander and he saw what he was looking for. Dragging Ed into a nearby alleyway he pushed the blonde to the ground where it was easier to restrain him, using his height and weight to its full advantage.
Pinning the youth's arm to his back, Envy dropped to his knees beside the boy soaking up the look of pure hate burning in the other's eyes. He also noticed with amusement that Edward's breathing had quickened and he was shivering though he tried to hide it, obviously afraid. The sin decided to keep toying with him; Envy of course had all the time in the world. Looking the blonde over he noticed something peculiar, the tear marks down his face. Piecing together what it could mean, he made a wild guess.
"What is it, that beloved Colonel of yours dump you or something?" he laughed mirthlessly at the expression the other wore, really the teen was just too much fun to torture. Hearing the other laugh at him seemed to snap the boy's sense of pride into high gear and Edward's gaze darkened as he spat, hitting the Homunculus square in the face. Envy growled in reply and squeezed cruelly on the others arm, hearing a sickening crack as the tiny bones in his prey's wrist snapped and shifted, earning a strangled cry from the boy. He relaxed, growing limp as he adjusted to the discomfort. Humans were so easy to subdue, a little pain and threatening of their life, and they became as easy to manipulate as dolls. Ed grunted softly in pain as the Homunculi again leaned in, his features contorted in anger
. 'Don't forget who's in charge here," he said dangerously and bent the already useless wrist backwards, earning another cry of pain. "I was just asking a friendly question. You know, I would be a lot better than that Colonel of yours." He said softly, one hand hovering sensually over the crotch of the other's pants, causing the boy to let out a desperate cry and start thrashing. Lazily Envy pinned both his arms above his head with one hand and straddled him, not actually intending to actually do anything yet to the boy, just loving seeing the hope of escape slowly drain away from his eyes at the realization he was powerless. None the less the boy was proving to fight strongly, though was still no match for the other. After a few tense moments, and some more bends of the broken wrist, the alchemist stilled, glaring up at Envy with wet eyes full of despair and wild hate. How Envy loved that look and he smirked.
"No one's coming to save you," he whispered to the boy. "Not the Colonel, not your tin can brother. You're mine you got that chibi?!" He leaned down and claimed the other's lips with a viciousness that left the other gasping for breath when the Homunculus finally relented. Once again, that evil smile stretched inhumanely over Envy's features, enjoying himself fully.
"Now be a good boy and come with me peacefully. I don't want to hurt you any more than I have to. But, like any misbehaving dog, you resist…I will have no choice but to beat some sense into you. Got that you little bastard?!" he snarled as he stood, pulling the other with him to his feet by the arms, paying no attention to the pain it must have caused him. Instead of complacently nodding like Envy would have expected, Ed used the momentary slack in the other's grip to pull free and bring his hands together, fighting for his freedom, and most possibly his life. Before he could finish whatever he was doing however, the other's knee was in his gut and he doubled over from the pain, spluttering. Sighing dramatically Envy stomped on Ed's prone form, hearing more bones snap and crunch under him. Gasping breathlessly from the pain, Edward tried to pull himself up, but was too late. The sin knelt down beside him and pressed a finger to the pressure point in his neck and he collapsed, unconscious into the arms of his enemy.