Hypnotized To Murder

Disclaimer: I Don't Own FMA In Any Way.

Rating: PG—PG-13 Due To Bad Language and Blood.

A/N: Thanks to everyone for your reviews! I'm glad you're all enjoying my story! ;)

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"Die!? Edward, what are you talking about!?" Winry asked nervously as she stepped back further; Ed only stepped closer.

"You're not that dumb, Winry" Ed stated with an evil grin. The all too familiar sound of his hands clapping together as his palms connected. Pulling his hands away and placing his flesh hand over his Automail arm, he transmuted it into a hand-blade.

"You know the meaning of the word 'die'" he said as he placed himself in fighting stance; legs wide apart and bent so he was lower and the deadly Automail hand-blade held defensively in font of him.

Winry's breath grew heavy as her eyes grew wide in fear and nervousness. She took the tiniest of steps back, but kept her eyes intent on the blade; Ed had never wielded a weapon to her. The closest he ever got to holding a weapon near her was with Automail; and, even then, if he ever needed to touch her, which was extremely rare, he used his flesh hand.

Ed grinned, an evil glint in his golden, dazed eyes.

For what felt like an eternity, the two blondes stayed perfectly still; one in fear, the other in a stance of blood-thirsty confidence.

It stayed perfectly silent. Winry then did the first thing that came to mind…

She ran for it.

Sadly, Ed was immediately hot on her trail.

The mechanic ran to the back door but was surprised to find it locked. She panicked and tried to unlock it quickly. Sadly, her nervousness caused her to fidget and shake too much to unlock it properly.

Ed soon reached her and ran towards the unsuspecting blonde.

Luckily, Winry heard his heavy boots against the hardwood floor and immediately turned around and screamed as she was only meters away from the silver blade. She instantly dodged herself out of the way; Ed's blade was forced straight through the wooden door.

Ed's slight growl of annoyance was heard as he had, obviously, missed his intentional target. He looked back to the girl and glared at her. "You're not getting away that easy!" Ed said heatedly.

Winry then ran off in that moment, towards the stairs.

Ed placed his foot on the wall next to the door, pushed himself away and forced the blade out of the tattered door. Not even bothering to inspect his weapon, he quickly ran towards Winry's position.

The moment Winry reached the second floor, she ran to the hallway's closet and hid inside, looking out the small slits and awaiting the sound of Ed's heavy combat boots.

After just a few seconds, the chilling sound came. Winry quickly silenced her heaving breath.

Ed's head slowly came into view, as did his blood-lustful eyes. He held both arms behind his back, obviously trying to conceal his weapon and appear 'harmless'. Fortunately, Winry didn't buy it.

"Oh, Winry?" he practically chanted in an evil tone. "Come out, come out, wherever you are" he taunted further. "I think I need you to check my Automail; it's been a little twitchy lately" he insisted with false bait. "Besides" he continued. "I know how much you love to fix my Automail" he past right by the closet Winry was in and he didn't he even realize she was there.

Once the sound of his feet died down, she carefully opened the door, thanking God that she had Double-UD40'ed (?) all the doors a day before. She peered her head out into the hallway and looked both ways; no one.

The blonde quietly stepped out, carefully and cautiously closing the door behind her. She then quietly tip-toed to her room, assuming the Ed walked into his room in his search of her.

I have to call Alphonse! She thought nervously as she warily stepped into her room. The mechanic hurriedly looked in her room; no one was seen. She walked into her bedroom, careful as to not step on any of the mechanical things she had lying around.

She walked up to the phone she had on a night desk next to her bed and instantly brought the phone to her ear. She heard no tone. Her eyes widened as she saw the cable to the phone; it was cut.

Oh no she thought. Her fingers loosened and the phone in her hand fell to the ground.

She realized she was not alone.

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As Ed walked past the hallway closet, he headed to his room and then reconsidered, as Winry's room was next to his. He grinned wickedly and carefully walked into her room. Seeing she was not in their, he frowned slightly but continued; he would just wait for her to come to him.

The hypnotized murderer quickly cut the phone line of Winry's telephone. He heard steps coming and quickly hid in the shadows of a nearby dresser.

And he waited.

After a few seconds, he saw the girl's form ahead of him. Ed's dazed eyes sparked evily and his wicked grin grew wider. As the blonde mechanic picked up her phone and realized the line was cut, he made his move.

As the phone slipped out of Winry's fingers and onto the floor, Ed carefully walked behind her. Winry began backing up nervously.

Ed quickly wrapped his flesh arm around Winry's neck, as she screamed at once, and held his hand-blade dangerously close to her neck.

"Just hold still; it'll all be over soon enough" Ed said in that evil tone he had somehow acquired.

"Let me go!" Winry struggled against Ed's strong arm. She began to feel the cold of Ed's blade against her neck. Her eyes became stern; she would not allow herself to be killed! Much less by her best friend she was sure something was wrong with.

As hard as she could, the blonde mechanic elbowed Ed in the stomach.

The Elric let out a harsh breath and pulled away from the girl, scratching her face with his blade in the process.

Winry screamed slightly at her hurt cheek and a small tear shed fro her right eye. She tried to ignore the pain and ran out of the room.

Ed growled lowly and ran after her.

Out in the hallway, Winry was already in front of the staircase. Ed ran swiftly halfway and then leaped the rest of the way to the blonde as he pounced on her and both fell down the stairs.

Winry ended up on her back with Ed atop of her. The mechanic groaned out of some pain.

It was Ed's turn; he growled lowly before bringing the hand-blade to their sides, sticking it slightly through the hardwood floor and using it to elevate himself up.

Winry watched, as he pulled himself up, that a small chain, along with a blue crystal pendant, slipped out of the collar of his black tank top. What the? She thought anxiously.

Keeping both legs on either side of Winry's waist and putting most of his weight down on her, he straightened up his body but kept his head tilted forward, his bangs shadowing his eyes. His minor frown turned to a chilling grin.

He lifted his head more and looked down at the mechanic under him with a frightful look in his eyes. He pulled out his hand-blade for the floor and held it high above him.

"Fullmetal's in control now!"

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A/N: Nothing I can say for now :P please R&R, constructive criticism, no flames :) thanks!