Chapter 17 – Edward
I was thankful he didn't see the page that Mustang had drawn for me. I guess that really would have set him off, but, that would have been good to watch. I smiled at the thought, and looked at the costume in the box. I sighed as I noticed it was revealing, too revealing for my taste.
It was a brown wraparound shirt. The skirt was the same brown material, with a green kimono laced bow holding it up. The slits came up high on both sides. I swear, I would have screamed right then and there, but, I had stuff I had to do, and at the top of that list was to find Ed.
I quickly slipped on the outfit, not feeling great when I felt the cold air against my skin. I knocked on the door, and it opened, as if it wasn't locked. Two guards stood by the door, eyeing my body down. I rolled my eyes and snapped at them. "Take me to where the Fullmetal is. I must speak with him." They seemed a little reluctant to see me, but, when I growled and snarled at them, baring my fangs and letting the poison fill them, and they quickly led me down the hall. "You serve your master well," I said in a calm voice as they led me down the hall. One of the guards handed me a cloak to cover over my delicate skin, or so he said. I accepted it graciously.
We went underground, and they told me that it led underground to the Arena, where the Fullmetal would be fighting. They stopped in front of a door and told me that he was through there. I could hear soft crying on the other side, and the sound was familiar.
Edward.
I opened the door and stepped in. It was no where as nice as the room I was in. This room was cold and dreary, with little light to show him where he was. The walls were made of stone, and the bed he had was merely a ripped blanket and a mat. I sighed as I entered the room and saw him crying, his head to his knees, at a window sill. He had cuts and bruises all along his body. He looked horrible. I felt no other presence, and scented no other being in the room, and I stepped forward towards him.
"Here to kill me? Tell Crimson that I committed suicide? DO it!" he growled. I gasped slightly that he would even think that. "Did you come to show me my brother, all in pieces? Or the head of the girl I love?" as he said those last words, I felt myself become complete. Why, I did not know, but I surely felt it.
"How about the entire body of her?" I asked. He looked up, his eyes wide as he saw me. "Edward…"
"Crimson, you're alive?" He jumped up and wrapped his arms around me, and I hugged him back. I was glad to see him. I smiled as he cried into my shoulder. He was still as short as ever. "I though you were dead."
"No, I'm not. Sit down." I waved my hand, using my magic, and a couch appeared. I sat him down and looked over his cuts that covered his body, There was so much on him. "What happened?"
"After you were taken away, I was led here, and beaten up by that Revenge guy. I was left in here alone, when some freakish guy came in here, he said that you were going to see me real soon, dead," he shuddered, and I felt the presence of another being in the room. I got up. "What is it?"
I told him to soosh, and when I walked around the corner of the room, there was that prissy little silver haired guy. His eyes were filled with rage. I lifted my hands up and I felt the heat of fire grasp them, but, it wasn't only my hands I felt it. It was now around my neck. The necklace he had put on me began to burn, and I fell to my knees, grasping my neck in pain. "What the hell is this?" I growled. He smiled.
"It is called a Spelling Charm. Whenever you try to use your spells, your magic as you would call it, it burns, and it forces you into my will. You will come to follow me, to elude that pain."
"You wish."
"Oh, I do," he snapped. The two guars that had escorted me here walked in, and grabbed Edward, who struggled, but, was much too weak to fight them off. "Take him to go get ready for his battle with Murder," he snarled. I tried to move, but the collar was too much. I couldn't even lift my hands to launch a bolt of lightening at him. I was too weak myself. "And we better get you ready too. You cannot be seen with all of these bruises and blisters on you, can we?" he laughed. I reached out for my magic, my Black Blood Magic, that went with my name, but I couldn't grasp it. It was like it was there, just out of my reach. That pool of my magic was too far for me to receive it. The pain still burned into my skin, and I was being carried out of the room by him, and the last thing I remembered was his dark laughing, and then a bright light….