Scene Eleven:Abandoned house just outside Central

To say he was displeased would be an understatement. Glancing around the room, he sneered when he noticed the clothes along with the two metal limbs missing as well. Walking over to the chain still swinging , Envy grabbed it before staring down at the puddle of red at his feet. They had brought his fun to an end and he wasn't very happy. Although he knew it had to end at some point, he just didn't want it to so soon.

"Guess it's over. Oh well." He shrugged.

"You think this is over?" The light hollow quality to the voice caused the homunculus to grin even more. Letting the bloody chain go, it swung wildly back and forth.

"So I take it you're here for revenge or something?"

"Yeah something like that." Alphonse clapped his hands together before the conversation could go any further. The ground moved unnaturally, knocking Envy off his feet. Flipping through the air, he managed to land safely. He was about to make another snide comment when the flimsy wooden walls on either side of the room came at him, trying to crush him.

"You're really not playing fair." Despite the position he was in, he still managed to have that air of arrogance about him.

"Fair! You want fair?" Al clapped his hands again and the ceiling smashed the homunculus from above. "You've got some nerve wanting things to be fair after what you did to my brother!" Envy struggled enough and was able to break loose.

"I gave him what he deserved. Maybe now he'll show a little more respect considering we're letting him live." As he started to laugh, he was cut off as the edge of a staff came dangerously close to his face. He leaped back, only to feel something sharp slash across his back. He let out a yelp and grabbed at the now healing gashes. Glancing behind, he made eye contact with Greed.

"Come on, we wanted this to be an even match."

"You're suppose to be on my side. I knew we couldn't trust you."

"Yeah, you're right. We should bring this whole little incident to Father's attention and see what he thinks. I'm sure he'd love to know how you're treating

'his' sacrifices." Alphonse wobbled slightly on his feet and sighed to himself.

"Yah know when he says it like that, it really doesn't sound like he's helping us at all."

"So what do you want from me then?" Envy took several steps back away from both of them.

"To accept the beating you're about to get."

"That's highly unlikely but you're welcomed to try."

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He never was lucky enough to just pass out from pain. Perhaps it could be blamed on his high tolerance for it or even the automail surgery. Whatever the reason, Ed ground his teeth as another whimper left his throat. He didn't have the mental capacity to handle much right now, making things worse then they probably were. Although he was sure that Dr. Knox wasn't intentionally hurting him, it didn't change the fact that his actions were rough. At times he seemed to be in a hurry and his actions were rushed while other times he seemed to take his time in one area longer then Ed wanted him too. His torn up wrist was one of these lingering moments as the doctor cleaned the wound only to sanitize it a second time. Once he was satisfied with the cleanliness, the older man got some disinfectant to help it heal faster. This process felt as though he was cutting deeper into the flesh as the chemicals stung the gash. Edward kept his arm still even if he wanted to yank it away. Another sound threatened to come forth so he bit his lower lip in hopes of keeping it in.

"I know this is hurting, but once we get everything cleaned up, I promise you can sleep." What Knox didn't understand however was that unless the inside of Edward's head quieted down, he wasn't going to be able to sleep. And even if he managed to get to sleep, he was sure the past days events would give him new nightmares to deal with now. As though he didn't have enough bad dreams. He let out another whine, fighting the urge to lift his head and slam it hard against the solid object below. "We're almost done. Don't know how anyone can ambush a State Alchemist. Thought you guys were tougher then that." Knox wasn't trying to make Ed upset, he just didn't know what else to say. When he was finished wrapping his wrist, he straightened up and let out a worn out noise of his own. "Unfortunately I don't know much about automail so I really can't help with that. But these ports look like their going to need more the just a simple reconnection." The observation made Ed shutter. That meant going to see Winry and he was trying to keep her out of things right now. But even more then that it also meant a lot more pain for him. His head lolled to the side and his eyelid fluttered slightly. His train of thought was more then he could process. The voices seemed to get louder and the heightened sound made his head ache worse. He had to focus on something else. Knox was still talking and he glanced over. "It's gonna be awhile before you'll be able to move on your own again. That ankle needs to stay elevated and the rest of you needs time to heal. I don't have any pain killer or even sedative for you. All I've got is sleeping pills and I don't think those will really help."

"Just...want...quiet..." Dr. Knox looked down at him as he removed the damp cloth from his one eye. It was still pretty swollen. Knox wrung the cloth out before putting it over both his eyes in hopes it would calm him down.

"You probably have a headache or something." The light overhead was turned off and a warm blanket was brought over Ed's entire body, bringing him a small amount of comfort. "If you need anything, I'll be upstairs." Having nothing else to say, he moved for the stairway. He was barely up the stairs when he overheard Ed muttering to himself. He paused for a second listening.

"Shh,...puh...please, I...I'm too tired...Noo...no...more." Knox shook his head, wondering what that was all about. He would have remained there but another noise brought his attention back upstairs. Someone was knocking at his front door.

"Now what?" In a worn out effort, he wiped the sweat from his face before trudging across the room and yanking the door open. He arched an eyebrow, not recognizing the man in front of him. "Can I help you?"