Chapter 2

A Prisoner

Point of View: Electra

((A/N: Ok, If you didn't get this before, I don't own FMA, I just watch it. Also, Electra is my OC, and she's pretty cool, yeah))

The door slammed behind him, but I still wasn't alone. Another figure was in the darkness, I knew she was there. I paid no attention as I began to clean up the blood that had come from my mouth. Soft tears began to mix with the blood on the floor as memories began returning.

My name is Electra, or, it was. Well, it's not really my full name, my full name is really long, so long that I can't even remember some of it off the top of my head. I have been doing alchemy without a circle all my life, all twenty-three or so years of it. Pthetic, I don't even know my own age anymore!

You see, I died in the war with Ishbal, but I was brought back using the only human transmutation ever accomplished, that I know of. I wasn't quite dead yet, so my soul, and the soul of a homunculus, were fused back to my body. I became sick with a mysterious illness so I shut myself in my room.

Lust, my mentor, stepped out of the shadows. I was surprised Ed hadn't noticed her, because I sure as hell felt her presence. "That is your enemy Vengeance, I want you to kill him, then I will give you what you want," she said.

But I knew all too well that no one could really give me what I wanted. I wanted things to be, as they could not. I wanted to be normal, with no knowledge of death, or being broken-hearted. I wanted my illness to be cured, but it was something no doctor anywhere could fix. I was dieing, very slowly and painfully. Yet, I knew that Lust had wanted him for something, why did she want me to kill him?

It was because of me, I could do alchemy, Ice Alchemy. I could make water and turn it into ice out of thin air. "Shall I freeze him to death, or should I use knives?" I asked, letting my darker side, Vengeance, take me over, but part of me, Electra, still ruled over out body.

"Whatever way you prefer," said Lust,"just make sure it's painful."

"And how do you plan on satisfying me?" I asked. I didn't really need to ask this question, but it was part of the normal spiel I went through whenever Lust wanted me to kill someone, which was quite often. I always was on an espionage mission, or assassin mission.

"I already told you, I'll make your life better," she replied. I could tell she was getting a little ticked at me.

"And just how are you going to do that?" I knew I probably shouldn't push, but I did anyway, I just wanted an answer.

"With this!" she said. She dangled a small philosopher's stone that was glowing slightly in from of my face. I gave it my all to resist the urge to reach out and grab it. I just simply looked at it with my usual look. Then Lust left me alone, and I was glad. I looked out the window and at the moon. Why couldn't I just be free, like I was when I was a child, running through the open fields without a care in the world? Those were the days, when I was actually happy.

I couldn't kill him; I doubt I could really kill anyone, unless they got me angry enough. Getting me angry was not a hard thing to do. One wrong word and you were turned into an ice cube, left to the Flame Alchemist to thaw you out, if ever.

As for the Flame Alchemist, he had forgotten me completely. We used to be good friends, but then, best friends actually, but I got sick and didn't come out of my room, so he forgot me. At least, that's what I thought, but I hadn't really seen him recently, so how was I supposed to know he was even here? All I could do was just stay in the shadowy state where I currently was in, a spiraling depression.

Spiraling…