Insanity huffed down the street, ignoring every strange stare shot his way. Greed followed in silence. They entered a faintly lit café where Greed ordered Insanity a cup of tea to calm his nerves.

"All the time we're together, we're ridiculed! Why can't people accept us?" He hissed, sipping the tea. It was chamomile and honey flavored. He sighed and leaned his head back on the booth seat. Greed was lost in thought for a bit. Then, a grin broke out over his face. "What…?" Insanity looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"I remember the first time I met Katie's boyfriend."

"Oh Jesus…He called me a chick…" Insanity rolled his eyes.

"Well, you do look a bit like Katie…"

"You said that already, and it doesn't help at all. I'd like to be identified as a boy." He grumbled into his cup. He pushed his red-tinted sunglasses up with his middle finger. "I wanna go to the library real quick." He got up, left a tip and pulled Greed out the door.

The library was locked, a sign on the door. "Closed for Halloween."

"Of course! Always for the holidays!" Insanity threw his hands in the air, frustrated. He stepped down off the stairs, into the grass.

"Why did you want to come here anyway?" Greed was puzzled, looking at he large double doors of the building.

"I wanted to look something up." Insanity was pacing the front lawn of the library, as if the doors might open anytime soon. "Fuck it; I'll look it up later…." He turned to the street. He pressed the "walk" button on the post and waited for the lights to change. Greed lingered behind, still looking at the library. He was sure he saw someone screwing with the curtains. He heard a screech of tires, and a sickening crunch. He whirled around. A car, an Oldsmobile, had skidded to a stop at an angle, the front end bloody and bent. It had collided with the post, and with Insanity. He lay about 5 feet away on his side, a pool of crimson blood slowly spreading about him.

"He's lost a lot of blood. I wouldn't be too hopeful." The doctor bowed her head at Greed, who nodded. She left, off to tend to other patients. Greed was silent for a little bit. After a while, the silence was too much. He leapt up and punched the wall, denting it.

"Fuck!" He cried. He put both hands on the wall, leaning on it. He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself. The wall at first felt smooth and cool, save for the new dent. But as he stood there, he felt the surface change. It no longer felt like smooth painted concrete. It felt like mesh gate material, covered in what felt like warm, damp fleshy crap. He opened his eyes and shot away from the wall. Indeed it had changed, as did the entire hospital interior. The floor was tile, off-white and green. The floor was rusty, or bloody. He spun around to the door that led to Insanity's room. It had change a little as well. Instead of a normal wooden door, it was now a metallic door, a padlock on the doorknob. It was unlocked, but it still made Greed feel paranoid. He whipped it open and stepped inside. Insanity was still unconscious, but al least the wounds had healed. Another great benefit from being a Homunculus. A simple car accident would definitely fail to kill them. Greed went over to him and prodded his shoulder.

"Get up! Something's really wrong here!" He whispered. "We have to get out of here!" Insanity stirred, but didn't wake. The accident from earlier must have really dealt some real damage. The kid would've been awake by now. Greed gathered him up in his arms and headed for the emergency exit. Screw the alarms! Outside was much like the inside. Dark, demented and dangerous. "When the hell did it get dark…?" When he'd entered the building, it was barely noon! In his arms, Insanity moaned and opened his eyes.

"Hey, whoa…when'd it get dark…? Was I out for that long?" He asked groggily.

Greed set him down. "Something fucked up is happening here." He explained what had happened in the hospital. Insanity shook his head.

"We've gotta find the others now!" He said, obviously freaked and worried. After all, he'd never encountered something like this in his entire life. He led the way down the empty street. "Why is it so empty now…? Where is every one?" The inn was just ahead. He could see "JACK'S INN" in the bright red neon lights. He sprinted up to room 16 and busted through the door. It was empty. The two were out? "Shit!" He ran back out, colliding soundly with Greed. "They're not here!" He ran back out into the street. Up ahead, he could barely make out what seemed to be a person. "Hey! Katie?" He yelled out, waving his arms. As it neared, he stopped the hopeful expression turning into horror. "H-hey, Greed…?" He waved one hands at Greed, who joined him in the dimly lit street.

"What…?" He turned and saw the thing in the street. His jaw dropped. The thing looked somewhat like a person, only melded together, and without a face. It emitted a strange, throaty growl. "What the hell is it…?"

"Whatever it is, it's not human…."

Greed's black shield cascaded up his arms, to the shoulders. "I'll take care of it." He stepped forward.

"Naw. Lemme. I haven't been in a fight for years…." It was true. He'd been crucified in some church somewhere for almost 50 years before Greed finally found him. He stepped past Greed and extended his arm blade. It gleamed faintly in the lights from the inn's head office.