Hypnotized To Murder
Disclaimer: I Don't Own FMA In Any Way.
Rating: PG—PG-13 Due To Bad Language and Blood.
A/N: Why are your even reading this? You all know I'm grateful for the reviews now read! READ! XD
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"With pleasure!" Dante obliged as she ran towards the young blonde, her fist at the ready. She pulled back her hand and then went in for the punch.
Ed ducked, dodging the lethal hit. Once most of him was towards the ground, he swiped his left foot.
Dante jumped in the air, avoiding the attack completely. Once on the ground, though, she hastily pulled back her right leg and kicked the Elric in the face, the impact causing him to be pushed at least five feet away and land on the ground, on his back.
"Edward!" Winry immediately called out, worriedly, to her friend.
Ed slowly turned himself over and stayed, kneeling, for a moment. He rubbed his arm on his mouth, clearing out some blood that had started to pour slightly from the side of his lips. "You've gotten stronger" he remarked as he looked back to Dante, scornfully.
The woman grinned maniacally. "I've watched you fight for too long, my young Prodigy" she told him. "It's not exactly easy to forget fighting skills as good as your own" she explained.
Ed scowled at her. "OK" he said as he stood up once more. "You wanna play hardball, fine! But just so you know, I'm not going to go easy on you" he informed, placing himself in fighting stance.
Dante's grin never left her lips. "Neither will I" she told him. Once again, she charged towards him.
Ed smirked victoriously. Once the woman was close enough, he pulled back his Automail fist and punched her left cheek.
Dante was pushed back but managed to keep her balance as she pulled her hand to her sore cheek. She glared at the teen in front of her.
"When you challenge me, Dante" Ed explained. "You challenge all of me; including Automail" he said sternly, holding up his Automail in a fist.
Dante growled; she had forgotten all about that damn arm. She looked over at Winry from the corner of her eye and suddenly smiled, victoriously, in her mind.
She's his weakness…which means Automail must be both of their weaknesses…She thought mischievously.
"So, Automail is a part of you now, eh?" she asked with a roguish tone in her voice.
"That's right" Ed replied confidently.
"Tsk! Some piece of work; a cold, unfeeling, metallic arm with artificial nerves and muscles…how can you call that a part of you?" Dante asked him tauntingly.
Ed's eyes widened slightly. "What are you getting at?" he asked the woman suspiciously.
"You've basically told me that you're happy, even proud, of having a fake arm take the place of your flesh one" Dante explained in a mocking manner. "Are you telling me that, if you had the chance to get your real arm, you'd reject it? Just to keep your Automail?" she asked in the same snide tone as before.
Ed's eyes widened, remembering his flesh arm…and remembering Winry. He carefully placed his left, flesh hand over his Automail arm and held it tightly.
"No…I-I mean…yes…but, I…" he stammered, unsure of what to say. He looked down and began thinking and worrying.
It became dangerously quiet except for the sound of trees moving due to light wind and birds chirping in the distance and even nearby.
Dante smiled evily and slowly walked towards the unsuspecting teen.
I love Automail Ed was thinking. But would I give it up for my flesh arm if the chance was given right now? He asked himself apprehensively. He knew how important Automail was to Winry; not to mention, had it not been for Automail, he never would've gotten Al's body and his own leg back.
The thoughts clouded his mind and he didn't even realize Dante was coming his way, slowly.
Winry, on the other hand, wouldn't give Dante the 'pleasure' of killing Ed.
"Edward, look out!" she called out to him.
Ed's head shot up and he quickly ducked, seeing Dante's fist within one foot of his face. He became stern and lunged upward, his Automail fist hitting the woman, hard, in her stomach.
The force caused Dante's breath to be forced out of her and she was pushed back onto the ground, next to the tree Winry was sitting by.
"Why you sorry little"—Dante stopped short as she was trying to stand, she looked next to her to Winry.
The Rockbell gasped nervously.
Dante grinned, obviously plotting something new.
"Winry, move!" Ed demanded.
The mechanic listened, quickly standing to her feet and backing up.
Just as quickly, Dante also jumped to her feet and began, slowly, towards Winry.
Ed became nervous and stiffened his muscles.
Winry stared in wide-eyed apprehension as she slowly stepped away from the older Alchemist.
Dante suddenly clapped her hands together, the way Ed always does when he's about to perform a transmutation.
Ed's eyes widened nervously and he began running towards the two.
Dante, rapidly, placed a palm on the ground, causing a transmutation to take place. She then pulled out, what seemed to be, a small blade; polished heavily, lightly decorated with dragons on the blade and handle, and a sharpened, deadly blade, measuring a good six inches long, at least.
From that moment, everything was almost as if it had just gone into slow-motion.
Ed's boots, hard against the forest floor, broke and cracked leaves and twigs under each pounding step. And, like his powerful steps, Ed's heart was hammering, hard, against his rib cage, almost threatening his skeleton to be shattered into pieces. His golden eyes were wide open in hesitation.
Once feeling close enough, he lunged himself towards his mechanic; his arms in front of him, ready to grab Winry and get her out of there.
Dante raised her lethal blade, obviously preparing for an attack.
Winry stood there, unable to move due to too much fear welling up inside her, leaving her stiff. Her ocean-blue eyes were ample in fear, threatening for tears to shed. She braced herself for the inevitable; the pain of a striking blade.
Suddenly, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist and she was being pushed away.
Dante didn't hold back; she struck. Although she missed Winry by a landslide, a scream of pain still shot through the forest.
A few birds flew out of some nearby trees.
Once the blow was registered, normal speed returned. Winry and her savior fell onto the forest floor, herself under with Ed lying atop of her.
Winry saw the pain in Ed's face as he was biting down, roughly, on his lower lip.
Dante had missed Winry…
But had struck Edward.
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A/N: OK…I'm prettysure this counts as a cliffy -looks away from readers with pitchforks-
Oh boy…I'm extremely sorry on how late this is -.- school definitely got in the way of the progress of this fic -annoyed- So, I'm sorry to all my readers.
I'm also extremely sorry to my reader, Two Tailz; I told her I would try to update faster and…I do the exact opposite T.T so, please forgive me for the delay! -Begs- Don't hate me! Anyway…please, do me a big favor and R&R, constructive criticism, no flames ;) thanks!